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Awakenings Ch. 02

By: Erlikkhan



I found an old notebook as I was cleaning out the attic of the house we recently bought. It was handwritten by a girl named Jenny. I couldn't believe the story that unfolded as I read those old and worn pages written in ink. I decided it was too good and needed to be shared with the world. Here is the second part, unedited.

The next morning I was cleaning up the breakfast dishes after mom and dad went to work. I was wearing a white blouse over a short red pleated skirt and a pair of blue silk underpants that mom didn't know I had. My hair was in a ponytail, which hung down my back all the way to my butt. I was thinking of Mr. Kelty's cock in my mouth yesterday when a pair of hands reached around me and tweaked my sensitive nipples.

"Hey, sis, how about a quickie before school," John suggested while pressing the bulge of his hardening cock between my ass cheeks.

Without replying I tilted my ass back into him and cupped his hands. I could feel myself getting wet. John lowered a hand to my pussy and slipped a finger under the elastic of my panties. He buried it up my cunt. He worked my pussy and clit until it was ready for his cock. With his other hand he quickly unsnapped his jeans. I leaned forward on the kitchen counter and spread my legs. John pulled my panties to the side and slid his cock into my open cunt lips. 

"Don't worry, sis. I won't cum inside you."

I didn't really care. I kind of liked the feeling when he came in me that first time. Besides, mom had put me on the pill last year. She said it would help regulate me, whatever that means. But I guess John didn't know that. I was too out of control to explain it to him at the moment.

John was hammering me hard and deep, and I could tell by his grunts he was getting close. I reached down to rub my clit and felt John's cock sliding over my fingertips as it repeatedly stabbed into my juicy cunt. I slid my fingers lower so his cock would slide between them on each stroke. It was really hot and I could feel myself working up to a good cum. 

"Oh god, sis, here it comes. I'm pulling out."

"NOOOooooo...!" I screamed grabbing his cock hard to keep it in me. I felt it swell and cum surge through its length. He managed to get the tip right to my opening. The first powerful blast of his hot seed sprayed directly against my sensitive clit. This sent me over the edge, and I let go as I screamed out with pleasure. John's cock got caught up in the crotch of my panties, and he filled them up with cum which continued gushing from him. I could feel it leaking out from under the elastic and streaming down my legs.

We were really late for school and didn't have time to clean up. I pulled off my panties, which were a real mess, and stuffed them in my purse. That's how I got in big trouble. I have a bad habit of slumping in my chair when I'm bored. Miss Carter, our English teacher, was babbling on and on when I started daydreaming about Mr. Kelty's cock. I not only slid down in my chair, but I spread my legs without thinking. Although I was sitting near the back, my cunt was fully exposed.

"Jenny, sit up," Miss Carter ordered, startling me from my trance, "and see me after class. I want to talk to you about appropriate dress at school."

Busted. I turned about four shades of red. I don't think anyone else noticed, but I wasn't sure. I crawled up to Miss Carter after the room had cleared.

"Jenny, you're not wearing any panties. There'd better be a good explanation."

There was, but I wasn't about to tell Miss Carter. I made up something on the spot.

"Um, well, you see, Miss Carter, I had a little accident. I was so late I ran to school before I went to the bathroom. I tried to hold it in, but it kept coming out in little bits. I ran to the bathroom when I got here, but my panties were soaked. I'm really sorry."

"So what did you do with them?"

This time I hesitated too long, stuttering a few times before finally saying I had thrown them in the trash. She looked at me with this "I just caught you in a lie" look.

"Let's go to the office and explain it to Mr. Hayes. He keeps extra panties for girls who have accidents. IF that's what really happened."

Mr. Hayes was the assistant principal and the main disciplinarian. He was also the football coach. He never smiled and kids lived in fear of being sent to see him. Miss Carter took me into the office and closed the door.

"Jenny has something she wants to tell you. Jenny."

"Um. you see, I wet my panties and so I took them off and threw them away."

He just stared at me. Miss Carter spoke up.

"She's not wearing any panties and was flashing her privates for anyone to see. And I don't believe her story. I think she did it on purpose."

Mr. Hayes got up from behind his desk, picked up my purse and pulled out my cum-stained blue silk panties. He spent some time examining them, including sniffing them under his nose, then handed them to Miss Carter. After a similar examination she dropped the panties on his desk.

"Well, Mr. Hayes, it seems as if Jenny has been participating in extracurricular activities. Her panties are covered with semen. Our little Jenny is a slut. Isn't that right, Jenny?"

I nodded, afraid to disagree. Mr. Hayes walked around his desk and leaned over on the chair where I was sitting. He lifted my skirt and looked down at my naked cunt.

"Miss Carter, would you excuse us please? I need to talk to Jenny alone."

Now I was really scared. With Miss Carter in the room I didn't think he would do anything too bad, but I had heard about him from other kids. Who were terrified of him.

"Bend over the desk, Jenny, and lift your skirt. A little spanking might teach you a lesson about proper behavior a school."

"No, please Mr. Hayes. I won't do it again. I promise."

"I SAID BEND OVER... NOW!"

I did as he said and pulled up the back of my skirt. I was not only scared but I was a little embarrassed that I was showing him my naked ass. I was sure he could see my pussy as well. His bare hand smacked across my cheeks so hard that I yelped. The pain was almost unbearable. His hand hit me again practically lifting me off the ground. Tears were running down my cheeks. The something weird happed. As he continued to spank me I could feel my pussy getting all wet even though the pain was unbearable. 

On the fifth blow he kept his hand on me right above my pussy. I wanted him to touch me so badly that I tilted my ass in the air. His fingers slid down between my cheeks and brushed against the sensitive folds of my cunt. He pushed one finger into me and twisted it around. I moaned and pushed back against him.

"You are a slut, Jenny. I'll show you how we treat sluts around here."

Mr. Hayes stepped up behind me. He pulled out his finger. I could feel the swollen head of his cock press against my opening. I gasped when he pushed it inside me. He was bigger than my brother and I could feel my cunt stretch as he slowly worked his cock deeper and deeper inside my steamy hole. He fucked me faster and harder, driving himself deeper and deeper into my belly. Gasps and moans escaped from my throat.

"Talk dirty to me, Jenny. Tell me what I'm doing to you. Tell me what you want, slut."

"You're fucking me, Mr. Hayes. You're fucking me with your great big cock. Oh god, it feels good. Yes... fuck me harder. Shove your cock deep in my cunt. My pussy is on fire. Fuck me, Mr. Hayes."

Trash kept spewing from my mouth as Mr. Hayes continued to hammer me. He reached down and pressed a finger against my butt hole. I couldn't believe how good that felt, even after he slipped it into my ass. I was just about to lose it.

"Oh, Mr. Hayes, I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck, shove it in me... aaaaahhhhh... here it comes... Oooohhhh... harder... yes... AAAAAAHHHHH... UUUNNNGGGHHHH."

I was on fire. My body was thrashing about and I was gasping for air. Juices gushed from my cunt. I desperately wanted Mr. Hayes to cum inside me, but was afraid he would pull out. I caught my breath enough to tell him.

"Cum in me, Mr. Hayes... oh god... Please... I want your cum in my pussy... aaaaahhhhh... shoot it in me... oh my god, fuck me... oooohhhh... fill up my cunt... fuck me harder. Uuunnngggghhhhh... oh shit. Please cum in my cunt, Mr. Hayes."

Apparently that did the trick. I heard him grunt and felt his cock swell inside me. This was followed by a long powerful blast of hot cum which splashed against my cunt walls. He kept squirting stream after stream of cum into me until it was leaking out. He finally finished, then pulled out. I could feel cum continue leaking from my cunt and streaming down my legs.

"Get down on your knees, slut, and suck my cock," Mr. Hayes ordered.

His cum coated cock had become semi-limp, but quickly grew as I licked and sucked his it back to life. When he was fully erect I worked him over with my lips and tongue, concentrating mostly on his large, bulbous head. I could tell he was getting into it. My pussy was oozing from the sensations I was feeling as his cock pressed into my mouth. 

Once he was hard Mr. Hayes grabbed my head and fucked my face hard and rough. He crammed his cock into the back of my throat causing me to gag. He pulled it out and slapped me with it before cramming it back into my throat. It was hard to keep up with him. I was having trouble breathing but he held my head in place and wouldn't let me pull away. Spit and drool were running down my chin. Tears were running down my face.

Just when I thought I was going to pass out he pulled away. I coughed and drooled spit all down the front of my blouse. He grabbed my hair, pulled me to my feet and threw me against the wall. He lifted my skirt and rammed his back cock up my cunt in a single thrust. His hands grabbed my ass cheeks. He lifted me up off the ground and slammed his cock up into my pussy again and again driving me up the side of the wall. I was screaming and clawing at him from the pleasure surging through my cunt. One orgasm after another ripped through my body. The pleasure was so intense I could barely stand it.

Mr. Hayes lowered my limp body to the floor and crammed his dripping cock between my lips. I was helpless to do anything. He grabbed my head and fucked my face, slamming his cock deep in my mouth on each powerful thrust. I tried to open my throat to take the large head of his cock, but it was too big and I thought I was going to choke. I felt him swell, stretching my lips which around his massive shaft. A powerful stream of cum splashed against the back of my throat. His cum acted as a lubricant and I felt his cock burrow into my throat where he dumped the rest of his load. When he pulled out I was coughing cum. He shoved his cock back in my mouth and I sucked the last few drops as he slowly went limp.

"Now you know how we deal with sluts. Get out of here and take your cum stained panties with you."

Everyone in the front office was staring at me as I left. I was sure I had a "just been fucked" look. My blouse was a mess and streaks of cum stained my legs. I just looked down and walked out. Despite the humiliation I was never so turned on. I wanted more. After school I went by Mr. Kelty's room hoping he would let me suck his cock and maybe even fuck me. The door was locked and the shades were drawn. I thought he had gone home and was about to leave when I heard voices coming from inside. I put my ear to the door and was surprised to hear my best friend Cindy. I was even more surprised by what she was saying.

"Oh god, Mr. Kelty, it's sooo BIG! I can feel it all the way up in my belly. Jesus, it feels good sliding in and out of my pussy. I really like being on top."

At first I was pissed. Mr. Kelty had his cock in Cindy's cunt and I wanted it in mine. I looked up and down the hall to make sure no one was coming, and then I slipped my hand in my panties. As Cindy rode Mr. Kelty to her first orgasm my fingers massaged the slippery folds of my cunt. Then he took her from behind and quickly brought her to a second orgasm. I rolled my clit between my thumb and forefinger and came with her in a surging gush. I straightened up to catch my breath and heard Mr. Kelty order Cindy to suck his cock. A few moments later I heard him grunt and knew Cindy was tasting cum just like I did yesterday. I wondered if it was the first time she had tasted his cum and decided it wasn't.

I ran home to see if my brother was there, but the house was empty. I took a long bath, and then put on an oversized T-shirt belonging to my brother with nothing underneath. I went into the kitchen to fix a snack when I heard the front door open. I thought it was John so I hopped up on the counter with my legs apart far enough so he would be able to see my naked pussy. When dad walked in I froze. He stood in the doorway staring right at my bare cunt. I quickly pulled my legs together and tried pulling down the T-shirt, but it was too short.

"Hello, sugar. You're getting to be a grown up young lady - and a sexy one at that! How about a little kiss for daddy?"

My face was about six shades of red as I hopped off the counter and walked over to him with my eyes down. He bent over for my kiss, then put his large hand on my back and pulled me to him as I pecked him on the cheek. I put my arms around his neck for our traditional welcome home hug. I felt dad slide his hand down towards my ass, pulling me to him. Normally, I wouldn't have thought of it as more than a friendly gesture, but my increased sexuality immediately caused my pussy to tingle with excitement.

"Well, now," dad said still holding me close, "I bet you have lots of boys paying attention to you. Have you ever been kissed?"

"Yeah," I said smiling coyly, "and other stuff."

I regretted that as soon as I said it.

"Really," dad replied sliding his hands to my ass, "does it feel good when boys do other stuff to you. Do you do stuff to them, too?"

He was massaging my ass cheeks through my T-shirt. He stood straight causing me to stand on my tiptoes. I tried to keep my arms around his neck but they slipped to his shoulders. I could feel my tits pressing against his stomach and my pussy rubbing against his muscular thigh. I was desperately horny.

"Yes, daddy. I like it when they pinch my tiny nipples. But I go really crazy when they put their fingers inside - you know - my, um, pussy."

I slowly humped his leg. His hands moved under the T-shirt and massaged the naked cheeks of my ass. 

"And, daddy, boys really like it when I touch their, um, cocks. When I rub their cocks white sticky stuff comes out. Sometimes I do it with my mouth and swallow it... you know, their, um. cum."

I don't know what made me do it, bit I moved a hand down from dad's shoulder and rubbed the baseball bat growing in his trousers. Dad worked two fingers under my ass until they found my moist pussy. I tilted my ass back until he could work the tips inside me.

"But most of all I like it when a cock is in my pussy. I go really crazy and one time I even passed out. I like it best when I feel cum shooting in me."

Dad helped me unbuckle his trousers, which dropped to the floor. When his cock popped out of his boxers my mouth fell open. It had to be a foot long. I tried wrapping my hand around it but couldn't completely encircle it. Dad had two fingers most of the way up my cunt and was pressing his thumb into my asshole. I was losing control.

"Oh, daddy, would you let me suck your cock. I want to put it in my mouth and make you cum. Please, daddy."

"Of course, sugar, I'd be honored to have you suck my cock. But let's go to the bedroom so I can eat your sweet little pussy while you suck me."

On the way to the bedroom he explained that mom and John were at a school function until later that night so he had come home early to take care of me. I doubt if this is what mom had in mind when she asked him to do it.

I pulled off my T-shirt and stood naked in front of dad. He reached out and tweaked my nipples sending jolts of pleasure through me. Then he shoved two fingers deep into my cunt moving them all around inside me. He leaned over and kissed me shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. I put my arms around his neck, kissing him recklessly and humping my pussy against his fingers. Suddenly I got dizzy and felt my pussy gush all over his hand as I had a small orgasm. 

Dad stripped and climbed up on the bed. He motioned me up with him then proceeded to pull my legs over his head and plunge his tongue into my steamy gash. I leaned forward and placed the tip of his cock between my lips. I wasn't able to get much more than the head in my mouth, and even with that my lips were stretched as far as they would go. I bobbed my head up and down the best I could and worked the shaft with my hands. He seemed to like it, but I really wanted more of him in my mouth.

Dad was frantically munching away on my pussy. He kissed it, licked it, tongued it and sucked it until my juices were flowing steadily. He even ran his nose and head over my slimy gash before devouring it again with his mouth. Then he started fingering me and licking me at the same time. I knew a big orgasm was building, but I tried to keep my concentration on his engorged cock. When he worked a finger into my asshole and sucked my clit I lost it. My body stiffened. I let out a muffled groan just as my pussy tightened and then gushed. Dad clamped his mouth over my pussy and drank down my juices as they flowed from my cunt.

When I finished with my orgasm I went back to work on dad's cock. I worked it with my tongue and lips while stroking him with both hands. I tried bobbing up and down with my mouth letting him press against my throat until it opened wide enough for the head to enter. I was choking and had to pull away, then tried it again. Eventually I was able to work several inches into my throat. I fucked him repeatedly with my mouth and throat, using my tongue on his sensitive head. I couldn't help but drool all over his cock making it slick in my fingers. I knew I had found the right rhythm and could tell he was getting close to filling my mouth with his hot cum. "Oh god, baby, that's it... suck it hard... yea... I'm getting ready to cum, sugar... here it cums... oh baby... aaaaaahhhhhhh..."

His cock swelled stretching my lips to their limit. With my two hands wrapped around his meat, I could actually feel cum surge through his shaft before it exploded into my mouth. Thick, warm liquid splashed against the back of my throat and then again and again. I was unable to swallow and could feel his cum overflow, leaking from my lips, back down his cock and over my fingers. I pulled away to catch my breath and received a blast up my nose and into my eye. When he was finally drained I swallowed what was in my mouth and then proceeded to lick him clean as his cock went limp.

"That was great, baby. When daddy gets hard again, he'll put his cock in your sweet little pussy if you want. Would you like that, sweetheart?"

"Oh daddy would you. Would you fuck me? Would you fill my cunt with your great big cock? I want to feel your cum squirt inside me. Oh daddy, I can't wait."

"Okay, sugar. In a bit. First, why don't you get your dad a beer."

I got daddy a beer and went to clean the cum caked on my face. I looked in the mirror and studied the smallish swells of my breasts wondering if they would ever look like mom's. My nipples were a half-inch across with an eraser sized tip, which tilted upward. I looked down at my pussy and could definitely see my gash through the hair growing over my puffy mound. I turned and looked at my ass, which was firm and nicely rounded. My legs were thin but muscular. When I stood with them together there was a small gap at the crotch and I could see the open lips of my pussy hanging down between my legs. I put my finger there and rubbed it back and forth across my gash until it was slippery with juices flowing from my cunt. I licked my finger to taste myself and decided that it tasted okay.


Awakenings Ch. 02



He opened his lips and took her tongue into his mouth and sucked it gently. He brought his hands over her up to her shoulders and ran them down her back and ended at her behind. He grasped both cheeks in his hands and pulled her upward, feeling her very warm and wet heat slide over his cock, making it harder than it already was. He moaned into her mouth, tangling his tongue with hers. He felt her sliding back and forth over his cock, making her more and more wet and making him so hot he groaned louder. 

She pulled her mouth away and lay her forehead against his, panting hard against his mouth. She slid back and forth faster and moaned and she felt his hips thrust upward. She felt his hands on her head and he kissed her again, hot and open mouthed, panting into her mouth, pushing his tongue in and stroking hers. He broke the kiss and pulled her mouth away from him and began kissing her chin, her cheek, her ear. Taking her earlobe into his mouth and sucking gently, he moaned into her ear, "Take me inside you, baby. Please."

She moaned loudly and bent her head began licking his neck, going from one side to the other, whispering against his skin, "Well, I want to make sure your ready for that." she said slyly. "So, since you played with me and made me ready, I think I should play with you." She bit down gently on his earlobe and soothed it with her tongue. "What do you think?" she asked softly laughing. Kissing her way down his chest, she paused at his nipples and gently licked them with her tongue. She licked one thoroughly and then gently blew breath across it, watching it harden in the moonlight. She then repeated the action with the other one and heard him moan. "I'll take that as a yes." she murmured as she kissed her way down his stomach. 

She slid her body down and let her breasts graze his cock. She heard him gasp and lowered her face down and placed her cheek against it. She lifted her head and let his cock graze her chin and her other cheek, and watched him as he closed his eyes and moaned. She smiled to herself and relished giving him pleasure. She opened her mouth and began kissing her way up his cock. Soft, gentle open mouthed kisses, letting her tongue lightly graze him each time she kissed him. Once she was to the top of his cock, she swirled her tongue over head, and then she repeated the process down the other side, massaging his thighs at the same time. Hearing him moan louder and turning her on more, she gently took the head into her mouth and began to suck on him gently, fluttering her tongue over the head. She slowly sucked more and more of him into her mouth, moaning around his cock, sending vibrations through him. 

She began to move her head up and down over his cock, sucking harder, her saliva wetting his cock all over. She felt his hands on her head, tangling in her hair and lightly pushing her downward on him. His hips began to lift up and down from the bed, pushing him deeper into her mouth as she moved up and down over him. She heard him moan loudly and opened her eyes and looked up at him. His head was back into the pillow and he was lost in the sensation of her mouth on him. She continued sucking him, moaning around his cock and began to move faster over him hoping to take him to edge. 

He looked down and watched her suck on him and moaned. It turned him on to watch her suck on his cock and she knew that. She was torturing him, sucking him in all the special ways he liked, licking his balls gently, and looking up at him while he was in her mouth. He held her head to him a minute longer then pulled her off of him. He reached down under her arms and dragged her bodily over him. 

"Come here." he moaned and took her mouth with his again. He felt her straddle him and lift up her hips. "No, wait." he panted and sat up with her in his arms. She realized what he was doing and wrapped her legs around him and leaned her forehead against his. He reached down and guided his cock to her warm wet pussy. He placed it at her opening and then pulled her hips forward and felt the head slip inside her. "Oh baby, take me inside you." he whispered against her lips and then kissed her hard on the mouth. He felt her hips slide forward and her pussy slide around his cock. He moaned hard into her mouth, loving the feel of her around him. He slid his hands up her back and pulled her to him, bringing her body flush with his. He felt her breasts against his chest, and felt her slip further forward and take him all the way inside her. He reached up and tugged her hair so her head would fall back and trailed kisses down her chin and neck. 

He kissed his way down her neck to her breasts, cupping them in his hands he lifted them and began to lick and suck alternately on each one, hearing her moan and pant for him not to stop. He felt her hands on his head, running through his hair and holding him to her breasts. He suckled one into his mouth while massaging the other with his thumb, rocking his body against hers, sliding in and out of her a little at a time. He began kissing his way up her neck again and took her earlobe into his mouth. 

"You make me insane." he panted. 

She let her head fall forward to his shoulder, moaned and bit down on his shoulder gently. She felt his hands run down her back down to her rear and pull her even closer to him and rocking against her harder. She leaned her forehead against his and looked into his eyes and began to rock back against him, panting harder each time he pushed into her. He took on hand and reached between them and smiled deviously at her. Her eyes widened, knowing what was coming next as his hand reached her pussy and gently stroked her already hard clit with his thumb. 

"That feel good, baby?" he whispered.

"You know it does." she panted. "Don't stop." she moaned as she rocked harder against him. He began circling her clit slowly at first, watching her enjoy the sensations it created. He loved watching her like this. 

"Will you cum for me, baby?" he whispered against her lips.

"Yes." she panted. She used his shoulders for leverage and lifted herself up and down on his cock a little faster, in rhythm with his thumb against her clit. "Please..." she moaned, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She began to thrust against him harder and her eyes closed. She bit her lower lip and whimpered loudly, her body writhing against him furiously. 

He cupped her face in his free hand and brought her mouth to his and kissed her deep and hard, opening her mouth with his. He felt her shudder and knew she was about to cum for him. He pulled her hard against him and rubbed her clit faster and brought her to it hard and fast. He felt her pussy clenching around him as her spasms ran through her, holding his cock inside her. She moaned into his mouth and slowed her body down and settled against him again. She pulled away from him and looked at him in the dark. 

"Not fair." she murmured against his mouth. "You just don't want me to be mad at you in the morning." She leaned back smiled at him. 

"Oh, that's not the only reason." he moaned and leaned back with her on top of him and flipped her over to her back. He pushed all the way inside her pussy and groaned. He felt her hands on his shoulders and her legs wrap around his waist as he began to pump in and out of her. He felt her warmth and slickness all around from her cumming earlier and he slid in and out of her with ease. He levered himself up on his arms and looked down at her. She reached up and held his face in her hands and bit her lower lip and her eyes widened as she felt herself begin to cum so soon from his being deep inside her. She let her hands fall and reach up and grab the brass bed headboard, holding on while he rode against her. 

He felt the bed moving with their movement, the mattress squeaking and the headboard hitting the wall. He heard her gasp at her orgasm and began to thrust into her harder and faster, knowing that he was going to cum any time. He felt her clench him inside her and heard her cry out as he thrust into her and came, and he buried his head in her neck and groaned. He tried to hold himself up but couldn't and fell on top of her. She wrapped her arms around him and stroked his hair. He was still inside her but he knew she liked that so he stayed where he was, waiting for her to tell him to move. 

When she didn't say anything after a few moments, he rolled over onto his back, slipping out of her but bringing her close to his side. She leaned up and kissed his nipple. They lie like that for a few moments; sweat cooling off their bodies, and heartbeats calming down. He stroked her hair and looked down at her. 

"You're still mad, aren't you?" he asked laughing.

"Yep." she snapped back. "You'll be making it up to me all day tomorrow too." she said tartly and looked up at him daring him to argue. 

"Good thing I shut off your alarm then." he said still laughing, as she grabbed a pillow and attempted to smack him with it.



Awakenings Ch. 02



I suggest you read Jennifer's World, Awakenings, Ch.1 before reading this, if you have not already done so (for continuity). This chapter, and the next, are simply titled Awakenings for descriptive brevity asked for by Literotica. Other than that, enjoy!

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Jennifer was beside herself. She just had the most powerful orgasm of her life, she made another woman come, and now she was about to find out what it would be like with a man!

Eric closed the door behind him. "It's a good thing that I heard your first screams," he said. "I sent the driver away and told him to come back tomorrow with the rest of our stuff. When I came in, you two were in each others' snatch, sucking like there was no tomorrow! I was getting so hot just watching it! Hon, I never knew this about you! Jennifer, you look so hot! I just know that you and I are going to have a great time!"

The ladies looked at each other, and smiled.

"Rested?" Angela asked of Jennifer.

"Totally!" She said.

Angela and Jennifer got up from the floor, slightly slipping from their pussy juice all over the floor. They walked over to Eric, one to either side of him. Jennifer started to massage his chest and grab his ass, and Angela kissed his neck and grabbed his crotch.

"When was the last time you had two women at once?" Angela asked.

"Never," he said, gulping a bit.

Well, Get ready for a treat. Jen, get his pants, will you?"

Jennifer looked at Angela and nodded. She got to her knees and undid Eric's belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She then pulled them over his hips slowly, savoring the sight. He wore no underwear, and first saw his pubic hair. She stopped for a moment, and kissed his lower stomach. Eric shuddered.

Jennifer then continued to pull down his pants, hands slightly shaking. This would be the first time that she would see a real, live cock, up close and personal, and she knew that it would be eventually buried in her pussy. She started to get wet at the very thought of it. She pulled his pants down even farther, finally exposing his cock.

Jennifer gasped. As Eric's pants lay at his feet, she could not take her eyes off of his manhood. It had to be eight inches long, at least, and it was not even fully hard yet! His balls hung low, and were large. She could not help herself. She reached her hand up and cupped those wonderful balls.

Eric moaned at the touch. He reached over to Angela's hair, pulling her head back, and kissed her. Angela kissed him back, separating his lips with her tongue and exploring the inside of his mouth. Her hands had already removed his shirt, and she was pinching his nipples. Eric's other hand reached over and started to massage her left tit. Angela purred her approval.

Jennifer continued to massage Eric's balls, Loving the feel of them. Her own lust was growing again, and her curiosity overcame her as she moved slowly forward and planted a kiss on the head of his cock. Eric lurched a little at the contact. This motion pushed the head of his cock past Jennifer's lips and into her mouth. 

Jennifer was first shocked at this, but quickly recovered. Her lust was growing with each passing moment. She closed her eyes, gently squeezed his balls, then pushed her head forward in one stroke and took a good six inches of his cock into her mouth. She flicked her tongue around it, then slowly started an in-and-out rhythm. Her free hand reached over and buried itself in Angela's pussy, the thumb slowly rubbing the clit.

Both Eric and Angela moaned. They started to kiss each other more fiercely, and Eric started to flex his hips a little, driving his cock into Jennifer's mouth. He was in heaven!

Jennifer continued sucking Eric's cock, and finger-fucking Angela. Her fantasies started again, this time about other things that she would like to do. Her sexuality was starting to surface, and she found herself recognizing that she was wanton. She had been called slut, and it thrilled her. She knew that the depths of pleasure that could be had just started, and she wanted to know just how far she would go. All her life, her parents warned her about acting sluttish, saying that girls like that always got in trouble. They were uptight, and they could not even talk to her about sex. A friend clued her in, and introduced her to some books on the subject. She read them so many times that she could recite them. Now she was in her first REAL sexual experiences, all from a chance meeting, and she now wanted to try out all that she had read. 

Jennifer prepared herself. She relaxed the back of her throat, produced a little more saliva, then slowly devouring Eric's cock until her lips touched the base. Her lips felt like they were stretched to their limit, but she also marveled at the fact that she did not gag. His cock gave a little jump at this first deep throat pass. He was now rock hard. Emboldened, Jennifer withdrew until only the head of his cock was in her mouth. She shifted position, licked the tip, then rammed his cock into her mouth hard until she had swallowed the whole thing again.

Eric's knees buckled. He pulled away from Angela, and grabbed Jennifer's head for support. This did not help much, for her head came back to the head of his massive member, then rammed home again! This time it was too much, and Eric slowly crumpled to the floor, hitting his head lightly on the door. All he could do was moan.

Angela, still standing, with Jennifer's hand in her snatch, moaned with a renewed lust. She had not had that explosive of an experience in a long time, and she wanted to savor this one for as long as it would go. She tenderly disengaged Jennifer's hand and got down on the floor next to her.

"Jen, where did you learn to do that?" She asked.

Jennifer came off of Eric's cock. "Nowhere, really," she said. "I read a lot of books and stuff, practiced one time with a cucumber. This is my first time with sex, you know, other than masturbating."

"Y-Your f-f-first?! Eric stammered. "Ever?"

"Uh-huh."

"Aren't you lucky!" Angela said happily. "Now, lay back and let us work!"

At this, Angela plunged down on Eric's cock, taking it completely in her mouth. Eric laid his head back and moaned again.

Jennifer was on fire. She had had a cock in her mouth, and she had finger-fucked Angela. Block after block of inhibitions melted away as the level of her lust inflamed her passion. Now her pussy was on fire, and Angela was busily working on Eric's cock. She decided to put Eric's mouth to work.

Jennifer straddled Eric's head. "Here's my pussy, stud," she purred. "Make me come with your tongue." She then mashed her pussy on his mouth.

Eric grunted, then started to lick Jennifer's pussy. His lips found the lips, and his tongue darted in and out of her hole. He brought his hand up and found her clit, pinching it, while the other hand found one of her tits and squeezed hard.

Jennifer gasped at the sudden assault. She felt his tongue work itself expertly around her pussy, his fingers pinching her clit in a way that made her convulse with pleasure. A soft moan escaped her lips as she closed her eyes and put her head back.

Angela decided to fuck her man. She took his cock out of her mouth, licking the length as she did, then straddled him and lowered herself onto his shaft.

Eric lurched at the warmth of her pussy enveloping his cock, and lightly bit Jennifer's pussy lips. Jennifer gasped.

"OOOH, that felt so good!" she said.

Angela got into a squatting position. She grabbed Jennifer's shoulders for support, then lifted and dropped on Eric's cock again. Eric bucked.

The three of them continued in this fashion for a while: Eric eating Jennifer's pussy, Angela fucking Eric.

Angela loved to fuck Eric. His cock felt so good in her pussy; All eight inches of it. She loved to impale herself with it. For the past three years she though she could not get satisfaction with anyone other than Eric. Now came Jennifer, and another world opened. She wanted more of this feeling, and she hoped her fucking relayed that to him.

Jennifer moaned. "Oooh, god I'm gonna come soon."

"Mmmmmph," Eric mumbled.

"Come on, honey," Angela gasped, "buck your hips! Make me come with your cock! It feels so good!"

Eric bucked his hips, driving his cock deeper into Angela's pussy. Her juices covered his crotch so much that each thrust squished. The sensation was so erotic that he felt the stirrings of orgasm coming from his balls. He reached down and started to rub and pinch her clit, sending waves of lust through her.

The intensity of Eric's tongue in her pussy and on her clit pushed Jennifer over the edge.

"OH GOD!" She screamed, "I'M COMING!"

Jennifer jerked with her orgasm. Her juices flowed freely, covering Eric's face. Wave after wave pummeled her body, making her jerk violently. Angela's hands dug into her shoulders, trying to help her, but then Angela stiffened.

"OH, FUCK!" she screamed. "OH! OH! I'M COMING!" Angela increased her dropping, impaling herself on Eric's cock as hard as she could. Eric's fingers pinched her clit hard, causing her to squeal in pain and lust.

"Nnnngggh!" Eric mumbled. He bit Jennifer's pussy lips and slammed his cock hard into Angela as his own orgasm racked him. Stream after stream of cum shot into Angela, coating her inside, and running out over his cock.

After a few minutes, the two women rolled off Eric. Both Jennifer and Angela started to lick Eric's cock clean of his cum and Angela's pussy juice. Jennifer found the taste exhilarating, and found she liked it. Eric moaned as the women licked his cock like a lollipop. Soon, his member was cleaned, and the two women once again lay on the floor, looking bleary-eyed at the ceiling.

"Wow!" Jennifer said wearily, "That was fantastic! You ate me raw!"

"You tasted heavenly," Eric said, a little shakily. "Your pussy is so tight and sweet, I couldn't get enough of it!"

"Amen to that!" Angela said, not too steady herself. "I know how she tastes! This has been one hell of a day, people!"

"I need to rest again," Jennifer said.

"Agreed," Eric said. "I'm spent!"

"Not too spent, I hope," Angela said, looking at Eric's cock. It had not gone down!

"Huh?" Eric said.

"Well, there's one person of this merry trio that hasn't been fucked yet, and I think it's high time we introduce her to the exquisite pleasures of it."

"What?" Jennifer said.

"You are about to be seriously and royally laid, my dear Jennifer," Angela said, "and I'm gonna help. You'll be fucked so hard you will lose your mind. You'll see stars, and you won't ever forget it! And, you will enjoy it, like the slut you are!"

Jennifer once again felt the thrill of being called a slut. She felt a little apprehensive, but excited nonetheless, of the next round of sex. She wished she could feel rested sooner!



Awakenings Ch. 02



This story is the second episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the first episode of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own, I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

*****

I was up at 6:00 the next morning. Amazingly, I'd slept through the night. Feeling somewhat revitalized; I dressed, stopped at Lyle's Cafe for a quick breakfast and went into work. 

I was in my office at 7:15. As soon as I sat down at my desk I took out my cell phone and turned it on. It was time to reopen communication with the world. I had six messages. The first three were from Jeanne. They were all pleas to call her so that we could talk some more. I deleted them.

The fourth message was from Tricia, my oldest daughter. "Dad, mom just called me. She was frantic. She said that you left her and she's sure you're going to divorce her. Dad, that can't be true. You love mom. I know you do. You could never divorce her. Please call me."

The next call was from Jodie, my youngest daughter. "Daddy, Tricia called me and told me that you left mom. I called mom. She's distraught. I think she's having a nervous breakdown. Please call us. You have to talk to mom. You have to try to work this out."

The last call was again from Jeanne. It was another plea for me to call her.

I set my cell phone down. I knew that I had to call my daughters, but I wasn't certain how much I wanted to tell them. Jeanne was responsible for this mess. It was up to her to explain the situation to our daughters."

Deciding that my best course of action was to call Jeanne before I called Tricia and Jodie, I picked up my desk telephone and dialed Jeanne's cell phone. It was 7:30. I knew she'd be up getting ready for work.

After four rings Jeanne answered. "Michael, thank you for calling."

"Hello Jeanne."

Clearly uneasy, Jeanne quietly answered; "Hello Michael."

"Jeanne, Tricia and Jodie both called last night."

There was a long pause. Finally Jeanne said; "Yes I'm sure they did. What did they tell you?"

"I haven't talked to them yet. As you know, I had my cell phone off last night. They both left messages." 

"Are you going to call them?"

"Of course, they're our daughters. They're concerned and they deserve an explanation."

"What are you going to tell them?"

"I'm not going to tell them anything. Jeanne you created this mess. You're going to call them and explain the situation."

"I did call them last night."

"Yes, but you only told them that I left you. You didn't explain why."

"Michael, that's not true. I told them everything."

"Nonsense, you wouldn't dare tell them the truth."

Jeanne sighed. "Michael why are you creating such a fuss? You're making a mountain out of a molehill. This is just something I have to do. Once it's over I'll be the most loving wife you've ever imagined. I'll spend years expressing my gratitude."

"Jeanne, do you remember yesterday when I asked you the question that made you swear at me and hang up the telephone."

"Yes Michael, I really am sorry I did that."

"I'm going to ask that question again."

"No Michael, please don't"

"Jeanne if our marriage is going to have any chance to survive I have to ask it and you have to give me an honest answer."

Resigned, Jeanne said; "Okay."

"How would you feel if you walked into the Kennsington Grill and saw me sitting at a table with another woman and I was holding her hand?"

Jeanne started crying.

I waited for a moment and then I said; "Jeanne, answer the question."

After a few seconds Jeanne screamed; "Damn it Michael, I'd feel awful. I'd feel absolutely devastated."

"And that's how I feel right now."

There was a moment of silence and then Jeanne quietly added; "But I shouldn't feel that way."

There was more silence. I waited. Finally Jeanne said; "Micheal I'm sorry. I was stupid. I did a lousy job of preparing you for this. I thoughtlessly dumped it on you all at once and that was unforgivable. I should have made sure that you felt loved and desired before I broached this with you and then I should have waited. I should have given you some time to get used to the idea. It all happened so fast. I was excited. I stupidly ignored your feelings."

"Jeanne, what are you talking about?"

"Michael, what I did with Derek was just sex. It had nothing to do with love. You have to believe me, you're the only man I'll ever love."

"Yeah well last night this Derek guy got a whole lot more sex than the man you love has gotten in a very long time."

"I know Michael and I'm ashamed about that."

"Are you Jeanne? I'm a bald headed, overweight, old man that other women would never find attractive. How could you possibly be interested in sex with me?"

"Damn it Michael, I'm sorry I said that. I'll regret those words for the rest of my life."

"But you did say them."

"Yes I did, but I didn't mean them. Michael, you cornered me and I lashed out at you. The truth is, I'm terrified that another woman might steal you away from me. You're a smart, strong willed, affluent man who also happens to be kind and loving. There are a slew of good looking divorced women our age who would love to get their hooks into you. If you want to get laid, all you have to do is start sending signals that you're available."

"Like you did with your stud."

"Yes, like I did with Derek. That's true Michael, but there's a difference. Derek doesn't want to steal me from you. He just wants to have sex with me. Those women want you, they want all of you."

"But you gave Derek something that you weren't giving to me."

"Yes, I did do that and I regret it. Michael if you'll just give me the opportunity, I'll spend the rest of my life making that up to you."

I didn't respond. I didn't know what to say. While part of me wanted to believe Jeanne, another part of me was writing this off as more bullshit.

Jeanne waited. After a few seconds she said; "Michael say something, please say anything."

"I don't know what to say."

"Michael, have I destroyed our marriage?"

"I don't know, it's possible."

"Please don't say that. There has to be a way."

"Jeanne you still haven't told me that you're going to stop seeing Fischer."

"Do I have to? Michael you have to believe me, it really is just sex."

"Sex that I've been denied."

"That will change, I promise."

"You mean that when you're not partying with your stud, you'll favor me with an occasional mercy fuck."

"A mercy fuck? Of course not. They won't be mercy fucks and they won't be occasional either."

"Jeanne you haven't condescended to have sex with me for several months. Why should I believe that you suddenly find me desirable?"

"Michael, you're not hearing me. My indifference to sex had nothing to do with you. It was about my own insecurity. I felt old and ugly."

"You called me an overweight, bald headed old man who could never attract another woman."

"God Dammit Micheal, I didn't mean that!"

"You said it!" I sighed. "And I can't stop hearing you say it and I can't stop seeing Fischer kissing you on our front lawn."

"Michael I screwed up. I screwed up badly. I made a mistake. It was a big mistake. We all make mistakes. You have to forgive me."

"Are you going continue seeing Fischer?"

There was a long pause. Finally Jeanne said; "No of course not. I really don't want to lose you over this."

"But you'd like to keep seeing him."

"Michael, what do you want me to tell you? Do you want me to lie?"

"No, but that last statement makes me believe that I can never again trust you." 

"Michael, I promise I'll stop seeing him. As soon as we're finished talking I'll call him and tell him that."

"And then you're going to call Jodie and Tricia and explain what's happened."

"They already know about everything."

"I don't believe you."

"Michael, call them."

"They really know?"

"Call them Michael."

"All right."

"Michael will you please call me after you talk to them."

Disconcerted by the discovery that my girls might actually know what Jeanne was doing, I said; "Yeah sure, of course I will."

"I have a busy morning. Will you call me after lunch?"

"Sure, right after lunch."

"Michael, this doesn't have to be the end of us. Talk to the girls, they'll help you understand."

"I will." I was feeling morose. My voice reflected my mood.

Jeanne said; "Michael I love you."

"Do you Jeanne, do you really?"

"Yes Michael, I really do."

"Right now I find that hard to believe."

"Michael call the girls, they'll explain everything."

"Okay, good bye Jeanne."

"Good bye Michael. I really do love you."

After ending the call I set my telephone back on its cradle, sat back in my chair and closed my eyes. I was confused. Jeanne seemed to be suggesting that the girls not only knew about her transgression with Derek, they approved of it. I didn't understand. How was that possible?

As I sat at my desk thinking, my cell phone rang. I picked it up. The caller ID said it was Tricia.

I pushed the button. "Hi Tricia."

"Hi daddy." 

There was an awkward silence. Finally I asked, "Did mom call you?"

"Yes she did." Tricia paused. After a moment she said, "Daddy?"

I waited.

Suddenly there was another voice. "Daddy, I'm here too." It was Jodie. "Daddy, I don't understand. Why are you acting like this? Mom loves you, I know she does."

"I don't know Jodie. Right now she's certainly not acting like she loves me." I told them about what happened when Fischer picked Jeanne up at the house.

Tricia said, "She told us about that dad. She regrets doing it. Now she realizes that she needs to be more discreet."

"She needs to be more discreet?" The statement puzzled me.

Jodie said, "Of course daddy, lots of people have fuck buddies; but almost everyone tries to be cautious about revealing it. Being indiscreet isn't cool."

"Are you telling me that the two of you have these", I paused for a moment and then I said, "You know, buddies."

"Yes daddy, we do."

"Tricia, you do too?"

"Yes daddy, you know him. It's Randy Parkman, we've been getting together since the summer after we graduated from high school."

"Really?"

"Yes, we're good friends and we enjoy doing it with each other. It's just fun."

"Tricia, you're engaged. Does Paul know about Randy?"

"Of course he does. I love Paul. I would never lie to him."

"And he's okay with it?"

"Yes daddy, Paul understands that I don't love Randy. It's just a little sex on the side."

"Does Jeanne know about Randy?"

Jodie said, "Mom's cool, we talk about this stuff all the time."

"Apparently I'm not cool."

"It's a little harder for a daughter to talk about sex with her dad."

While I realized that Jodie was right, I also now understood that my daughters had most likely been the source of Jeanne's desire to experiment with other men. Suddenly feeling totally demoralized, I said; "I have to get back to work. Thank you for talking to me about this."

Picking up the change in my mood, Jodie said; "Daddy, we need to talk about this some more. It's really not that big a deal."

"Jodie, I'm sorry. I can't do that right now. Maybe we can talk again later."

"When daddy?"

"I don't know. I'm sorry, I really do have to go. Say hello to your mother for me." And then I ended the call and shut off my cell phone. 

I sat back in my chair and closed my eyes. For the first time in twenty-seven years I felt like I was alone, all alone.

Two minutes later my desk telephone rang. I picked it up. 

Ruth said; "Michael, your daughter Tricia is on line 2."

"Ruth, I can't talk to her right now. It appears that she and Jodie actually encouraged Jeanne to have this affair."

"Michael, I'm so sorry. I'll take care of it. I'll tell them you're in a meeting and can't be disturbed."

"Thank you Ruth." I paused for a moment and then I said; "Ruth I need a break from all of this. For the rest of the day I just want to be an accountant. I have several files that require my attention. I'd like to work on them without being disturbed by anyone."

"I'll take care of it Michael. If there's a problem I'll pass it to Jason."

Jason Ridner was a very able accountant. He'd been with me for eleven years. I knew that he was capable of handling any problems that might arise. "Thank you Ruth, I appreciate this."

"Don't worry Michael, Jason and I are both in your corner."

After I hung up my telephone I wondered just how much Jason knew. As I sat back in my chair I realized that he most likely knew everything. Jason, Ruth and I were not only coworkers we were also close friends. If Ruth knew I had a problem she would have to tell Jason. That was all right with me. The support of two good friends would make it much easier for me to weather this crisis.

Ruth mounted an effective defense. I was left alone until the end of day.

At a quarter to five there was a knock on my door. "Hey boss, it's me Jason. Can we talk for a minute?"

Realizing that this conversation was inevitable, I said; "Sure Jason, come on in."

My door opened. Jason stepped into my office but stopped just inside the doorway.

"Jason please come in and sit down." I motioned towards the chair in front of my desk.

He smiled and sat down, but it was clear that he was still nervous.

"Jason relax, we're friends. I assume you already know what's happened between Jeanne and me."

Nodding, Jason said; "Boss, I'm so sorry."

"Thank you, it's been difficult."

"I'm sure it has. Is there anything Barb and I can do to help you? If there is please tell us. I called Barb this afternoon and told her what happened. She's absolutely distraught. Boss, I think Barb may love you even more than she loves me."

Barb was Barbara Ridner, Jason's wife. She was a wonderful woman and totally devoted to Jason just as Jason was totally devoted to her. They had the kind of marriage that until the past two days I'd believed Jeanne and I had.

Oh and Barb did love me, but not anywhere near as much as she loved Jason. About a year after Jason started working for me he came to me and confessed that he and Barb had made some imprudent decisions regarding their credit cards. They had five cards maxed to the limit. The monthly payments were killing them. Jason was doubly ashamed because he was an accountant and felt he should have known better. 

I resisted the temptation to lecture Jason. Instead I sat down with him and worked out a plan that would get them out of the mess they'd fallen into. I also financed the plan which allowed them to escape from the obscene interest payments they were being forced to make. Eighteen months later they were out of debt and Jason and Barb never forgot what I did for them. There wasn't any doubt in my mind that Barbara Ridner did love me. 

I laughed. "Jason, Barb will never love anyone as much as she loves you."

Jason nodded. "Yeah boss, I know that; but she does care about you."

"And I know that."

"So will you come over to the house for dinner tonight? After dinner we can have a few drinks. If you're too tired or too spiffed to leave you can stay in our guest room. What do you say boss? Barb is ready to put a pot roast in the oven."

"Jason I can't tell you how much that invitation means to me and if you offer it again in a week I'll happily take you up on it, but tonight I need to be able to think. Tonight it would be better if I stay at my motel and try to figure all of this out."

"You know that might be easier if you let your friends help you." Ruth was standing in the doorway to my office.

Nodding, I said; "Yeah Ruth, you're probably right; but this is a problem that permeates to the core of my existence. The decisions that I make right now are going to have a dramatic impact on the rest of my life. I need to make those decisions by myself."

"Okay boss, I understand. What do you want us to do?"

"Go home and have a wonderful evening."

Ruth looked at Jason. He nodded to her. She turned back to me and said; "We understand. We'll give you your space, but we need you to understand something too. We're your friends and we want to help you get through this. If you need us you have to promise to call. We don't care if it's three o'clock in the morning, we want you to call. Michael, you are not alone. Will you promise to call?"

"Yes, if I need you I'll call. I promise; but tonight I really do need to sort this out by myself."

Jason said; "We understand boss." He stood up and looked at me. I looked at him. He smiled. I smiled back. When he saw me smile he nodded and then he turned and walked out of my office. As he passed my secretary he took her arm and said; "Come on Ruth, right now this is a battle he needs to fight on his own."

Ruth held Jason's arm and said; "Just a minute." She turned back to me. "Michael."

"Yes Ruth?"

"Don't forget that the Montgomery's are coming in at 10:00 tomorrow morning."

Charles and Edith Montgomery were my two most important clients. Charles Montgomery's family started a trucking company in 1929. Montgomery Freight was now one of the largest shipping companies in the United States. Edith Montgomery was born Edith Chalmers. Her great grandfather, Benjamin Chalmers was a blacksmith who in 1921 realized that the emerging auto industry was desperately in need of precision metal parts. Chalmer's Tool and Die was now one of the largest automobile parts manufacturers in the world. Managing their financial interests alone was enough to keep my firm in black ink.

Charles and Edith were also friends. Jeanne and I had dined at their house and they had dined at ours. When their grandchildren were born we were present at the christenings. When our girls graduated from high school Charles and Edith attended the receptions. Our relationship was far more than just business.

If I had a meeting with the Montgomery's at ten in the morning, I would be there. Personal problems would have to move to the back burner. Nodding, I said; "Don't worry Ruth, I'll be here."

Smiling, Ruth said; "I'll be here too. I know just how much the Montgomerys mean to this firm."

As she turned to leave. I said; "Thank you Ruth, I appreciate that."

She stopped. "Boss, we all appreciate everything you've done for us." And then she disappeared out the door.

I spent the next two hours reviewing Charles and Edith Montgomery's files. When we met in the morning I wanted to be certain I was up to speed on their financial situation.

By seven o'clock I was confident that I understood their current status, so I closed their folders and locked them in my file cabinet. Once that was done I sat back and started thinking about my personal life. It was a mess. Jeanne was seeing another man and my daughters, the center of my universe, were encouraging her to do it. I felt like I'd been kicked in the gut. 

I contemplated divorce. While it was an ugly prospect I was in an untenable situation. I was beginning to feel like I didn't have a choice. That thought alarmed me. My father taught me to believe that there was always a choice.

It was a warm August evening. I decided to take a walk. It felt good to get outside. I passed a sandwich shop. Realizing I was hungry I stopped and bought a roast beef and cheese sandwich. I sat on a bus bench while I ate it. When I was finished I started walking again.

Dusk came, I kept walking. The night lights came on and the cocktail lounges, restaurants and night clubs started filling.

I passed a small bar, The Cosmopolitan Lounge. A neon sign in the front window advertised jazz piano. Deciding that it looked appealing and a glass of scotch would taste good, I went inside. 




Awakenings Ch. 02



There were seven people in the bar. A fifty something, slightly overweight, balding bartender appeared to be in charge. An older, reasonably fit black man with salt and pepper hair was playing the piano. Two couples, both in their thirties were seated at separate tables talking quietly and sipping cocktails. The seventh person was an extremely attractive, well dressed middle aged woman. She was seated at the bar.

I sat down three stools to her right. As soon as I was settled the bartender came over and said, "Welcome to the Cosmopolitan. My name is Jerry. What can get you?"

"A double Chivas, two ice cubes and a glass of water on the side."

"You got it buddy." Jerry turned and started working on my drink.

The woman three stools to my left said; "You aren't in to single malts?"

I shrugged. "While there are certainly some excellent single malts, there are also lots of bad ones. Just being a single malt doesn't make it a good whisky. I happen to like Chivas. It's a nice smooth scotch. It may not be as prestigious as some of the fashionable single malts, but I enjoy it and that's all that matters to me."

"Dear me, an independent thinker. How absolutely exciting."

"I'm sorry, you initiated this conversation. Your sarcasm is neither welcome nor appreciated."

The woman turned so she was facing me. "I apologize. You're right, I asked you a question and you gave me an honest answer. My sarcasm was completely unwarranted."

"Apology accepted."

Jerry brought me my Chivas and the side of water. I took a sip of the scotch.

As I set my glass down on the bar the woman asked, "So what brings you into the Cosmopolitan tonight?"

I turned to her. "I'm sorry, you're a beautiful woman. I'm flattered that your even willing to acknowledge my existence, but I've had an awful week. I really don't have the energy to hook up with someone tonight."

"Now that's a question provoking statement if I've ever heard one."

"It wasn't meant to be, it's just the truth."

"Tonight I'm not trying to hook up with anyone either. I've had a hard week too, but you're an intriguing man and I do enjoy an interesting conversation."

Smiling, I said; "Okay, right now a little conversation would be good for me. Can I buy you a drink?"

"No, I have one and even if I didn't I wouldn't let you buy me one."

"Yeah, okay I get it; hey I really don't have the energy for games tonight." I turned away from her.

"That wasn't a rejection. I don't happen to believe in letting men buy me drinks. If I decide to talk to you I'll do it because I think you're nice or interesting or hopefully both. When I'm looking for a little intimate companionship, and that does occasionally occur, a man's not going to improve his position by buying me a drink. Sweetheart, a five dollar martini is not going to get you into my panties."

I had to admit that I found her honesty refreshing. I nodded to her, "Okay, I'm not offended."

"I'm sorry, I really am. I try to be honest, but sometimes I end up appearing insolent and rude."

"Yeah well we all have our problems."

"I get the feeling that you've had a very bad day. Would you like to tell me about it? Sometimes talking to a complete stranger can be quite helpful."

I stared at her. After a moment I said; "If you wouldn't mind, I really would like to talk to you about it."

"I wouldn't mind at all, but before you start revealing your deepest personal secrets I think we should introduce ourselves." She grabbed her martini and moved over to the bar stool next to mine. After setting her drink on the bar she extended her hand and said; "I'm Jennifer Rawlins".

I shook her hand. "I'm pleased to meet you Jennifer, I'm Michael Nolan."

Jennifer lifted her eyebrows. "Michael, not Mike?"

"You just introduced yourself as Jennifer rather than Jen or Jenny. I think I can raise the same question."

Jennifer smiled. "Touche, I like you Michael Nolan. You know how to stand your ground."

Shaking my head, I said; "I wish that was true."

"Oh my, that was a telling remark if I've ever heard one."

I shrugged.

She said, "Okay. it's obvious you have something you need to get off your chest so let's get it done. I'm all ears."

I spent the next half hour telling her everything. 

When I was finished Jennifer looked at me and said; "Damn, that reminds me of my own story."

"It does?" 

"Michael how old are you?"

"forty-nine."

"And Jeanne?"

"She's forty-nine too."

"And how long did you say you've been married?"

"Twenty-six years."

"How old are you're girls? I know you told me, but tell me again."

"Jodie is twenty-three. Tricia is twenty-four."

"I'm fifty-three. I've been divorced for eight years. I have a son, Tom who's now twenty-seven and a daughter, Marybeth who's twenty-six. When my ex husband divorced me Tom was nineteen and Marybeth was eighteen."

"You say your ex husband divorced you, why?"

"I'm an administrative assistant for a local automobile dealership. He caught me in a motel room with one of the salesmen who works for the same dealership."

"You were cheating on him?"

"I certainly was."

"How long?"

"Three months, but that wasn't my first affair. There were two other guys before that."

"How long were those affairs?"

"Six or seven months, in both cases we eventually got bored with each other. You might say that both of those affairs died of natural causes."

"How did your husband finally figure it out. How did he catch you in the motel room?"

I was a self centered bitch."

"That's a little harsh."

"That's what I was. For almost two years I regularly gave it up to another guy while I forgot about the man I loved."

"You mean you stopped having sex with your husband."

"It happened gradually, but by the time I was in the middle of my third affair that was about it. Richard, that's my ex husband was lucky if he got a mercy fuck once a month."

"Why? Didn't you like him?"

"No I liked him, I loved him too. Hell Richard Marks is the only man I'll ever love."

"So why did you cut him off?"

"That's not the full question. I didn't just cut Richard off, I did it while I was regularly giving it up to another man."

"You almost sound proud of that."

Jennifer shook her head. "No I'm not proud of it. I'm ashamed of it."

"So why did you do it?"

"That's the million dollar question."

"Do you know the answer?"

"After several years of therapy, I think I do."

"Will you tell me?"

"It's complicated."

"It might help me with Jeanne."

"It might, but it also might not."

"I haven't got much to lose."

"You're not a middle aged woman. I'm not sure you'll understand."

"Again, what have I got to lose? I told you mine, now it's your turn to tell me yours."

"You've already heard most of it."

"Yes, but I haven't heard the why. That's what I'm dying to know."

"it might not be the same why with Jeanne."

"I know, but at least it might give me a place to start."

"Okay, I was forty-one. My two kids were in high school. 

I nodded. "I know, you were beginning to feel old and useless."

Jennifer bristled. "Michael, are you being judgmental?"

"Maybe a little. I'm getting old too."

"You have your career."

"You had a career too. You told me that you were an administrative assistant at an automobile dealership."

"Michael you own and run an accounting firm. Richard is a full professor at Kelroy College. I'm an administrative assistant. That's a fancy name for a secretary. I type documents and bring men coffee."

"Okay, you win on that one."

"It's not a matter of winning or losing, it's a matter of understanding."

"You're right, I understand.

"Do you?"

"I don't know. I'll try."

"That's a start."

"Okay, you were feeling old and unfulfilled." I held up my hand. "That was not intended to be a disparaging remark." 

"I'll accept that. Yes I was and I was also beginning to question my sexual desirability."

"Why?"

"I looked in the mirror."

"You're a beautiful woman."

"Thank you, I was when I was twenty-five and yes, men still tell me that now; but when I looked in the mirror I saw the changes in my skin and the lines that were beginning to appear around my eyes and mouth."

"We all get old. That's why marriage is so important. A husband and wife grow old together. Love allows them to accept the superficial changes that are occurring."

"You're absolutely right and I kept trying to tell myself that; but..." Jennifer's voice trailed off. 

I watched her.

After a moment she said, "Losing your sexual desirability is another issue."

"Did your husband lose interest in you?"

Smiling, Jennifer said; "No, I lost interest in him."

"You're not making sense."

"I lost interest in respectable sex."

"Respectable sex?"

"Proper sex, the sex a virtuous wife engages in with her husband."

"Was your ex husband a prude?"

Jennifer shook her head. "That's the saddest part of my depressing tale. He wasn't. I'm quite certain he would have loved some dirty nasty sex."

"You're losing me."

"Michael, my husband had me on a pedestal. I was his wife, the mother of his children and his idea of feminine perfection. Sadly it was a status that I enjoyed and one that I wasn't willing to risk. I didn't dare admit to that wonderful man that I had an insatiable desire to occasionally be a nasty cock sucking slut."

"He probably would have loved you even more."

"You're right and while I know that now, I didn't know it then. Being a model wife and mother was the core of my identity. I didn't dare risk that."

"So you had an affair."

"Two of them and I'm ashamed to admit that I did things for those men that I never did for my husband, the only man I will ever love." Shaking her head, Jennifer said; "Richard was the perfect husband, father and provider. I felt that I had to be the perfect wife, mother and homemaker and that included being a paragon of virtue."

Jennifer paused for a moment and then she said; "Michael, this country has an outrageous double standard about sex. On Sundays we go to church where we self righteously celebrate our uptight morality and virtuously condemn the Jezebels and Lotharios who violate our strict standards of respectability. That's our public facade. In private everything changes. As soon as we get home from church we log on to the Internet and eagerly seek out stories, movies and pictures describing every sexual perversion imaginable." 

Sighing, Jennifer said; "And eventually many of us succumb to our insatiable desire to act out those perverted fantasies."

"Perverted fantasies? Isn't that a little overly dramatic?"

"It is, but when you're a proper middle class wife and mother anything other than missionary position intercourse feels perverted and adventurous."

"And you didn't dare do that with your husband."

"I was ashamed to do it with him."

"But you did it with three other men."

"Men I barely knew. Men I hardly talked to when we were together."

"The anonymity was what made it work."

Jennifer smiled. "You're beginning to understand."

"It doesn't make it okay."

"No it doesn't, but I don't think this is an issue of right or wrong or good or bad. We're products of our culture."

I nodded, but then I said; "I gather that your husband didn't see it that way."

"No he certainly did not. I've repeatedly tried to explain it to him. He won't listen and I don't blame him. He hired a private detective. They had the motel room under both audio and video surveillance. He saw the things I did for my boyfriend."

"Things you didn't do for him."

"Michael I can't begin to describe how much I'd like to go back and change that. If he'd let me I'd spend the rest of my life as Richard's personal whore."

"Has he found another woman?"

"No, in fact I'm reasonably certain that he doesn't even date." Slowly shaking her head, Jennifer said; "I shattered his confidence."

Nodding, I said; "You made him feel old and undesirable."

"But he wasn't, he isn't. He still isn't."

"Men are every bit as vulnerable as women to the fears and self doubt that come with advancing age."

"I know."

"Jeanne called me a balding middle aged man with a paunch. She's tried to take it back, but those are words that are difficult to forget."

"Especially when you know that she was about to spend an evening in bed with another man, a younger man."

Sighing, I said; "Yes, that makes it much harder to forget those words."

"Michael this is a complicated situation. I'm sure your wife still loves you."

"I believe she does too."

"Do you still love her?"

"Yes, I do; very much."

"Then talk to her. Try to get her to go to a marriage counselor. Try to work this out."

"I'll call her. I'll talk to her. I'll even try to get her to go to counseling, but Jennifer." I paused.

She said, "Yes?"

"If I find out that Jeanne did things with this other man that she's refused to do with me." I sighed. "I don't think I'll be able to handle that."

"Michael please try to understand. We're products of a repressed, uptight culture. For many of us it's difficult to reconcile our physical desires with the puritanical ethics that were instilled in us while we grew up."

"I know; but love, sharing and mutual concern are also important. For the past several years I've been virtually celibate."

"Richard was too. I'm not attempting to justify either my behavior or Jeanne's. I'm just trying to tell you that it's complicated."

Nodding, I said; "I understand. Thank you, I appreciate your insights. I really do mean that."

Jennifer looked at the clock over the bar. It was 10:30. She finished her drink and stood up. "Michael while our conversation became quite serious, it was satisfying. I'm glad I met you tonight and I hope I see you again."

I smiled. "Our conversation was confusing and at times unsettling, but it was enlightening. Jennifer, you're a bright thoughtful woman. I enjoyed meeting you too."

Jennifer stared at me for a moment and then she said; "Call Jeanne."

"I will."

"Call her tonight."

"It's late."

"That doesn't matter. This is an issue that supersedes the social conventions regarding the time of day. Call her, do it now."

Realizing that she was right, I said; "Okay, I'll call her tonight."

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

"Good." Jennifer kissed my cheek and said; "Michael, you're a very handsome and desirable man. If it wasn't so obvious that you're still deeply in love with Jeanne I'd try to entice you to share my bed with me tonight."

Laughing I said; "Thank you Jennifer, that was kind. Right now my faltering ego needs every boost it can get." 

"Michael that wasn't an attempt to shore up your ego. That was the truth and if your marriage does collapse you're going to quickly find that out. Women are going to be hounding you for dates."

"Well I still am in love with Jeanne, so for the time being it's a moot point."

"I know and that's one of the many reasons you're so attractive." Jennifer kissed me again and said; "I wish you well sweet man." And then she turned and walked out of the bar.

As soon as Jennifer was gone I finished my scotch and said goodbye to Jerry the bartender.

It was 10:45 Friday night. When I stepped out of the Cosmopolitan Lounge First Avenue was bustling with activity. It was a warm August evening. People were leaving theaters and restaurants and walking to night clubs and cocktail lounges. Traffic in the street was almost as congested as it was at mid day. 

I walked over to a bus bench, sat down and took out my cell phone. As I pressed the speed dial number for my home telephone I wondered whether Jeanne would be at home or out on another date with her new boyfriend. While that afternoon she'd assured me that she was going to stop seeing Derek Fischer, I was skeptical.

Jeanne was at home. She picked up on the third ring.

"Michael, thank you for calling." Caller ID had identified me.

"Hello Jeanne."

"Where are you? We have to talk."

"I agree. I want to talk too. That's why I called."

"Come home, I'll make a pot of coffee."

"Jeanne I can't come home tonight."

"Why not?" The disappointment in Jeanne's voice was evident.

"I have a meeting at 10:00 tomorrow morning with Charles and Edith Montgomery. I need to get some sleep."

"A meeting with the Montgomerys; yes of course, that is important. You do need to get some sleep." While Jeanne was still disappointed, she understood. She knew just how important the Montgomerys were to my business.

"I'm sorry, but I do. The Montgomery account is important for both of us."

"I know Michael. When can you come home?"

"I'm sure I'll have a few details to attend to after the meeting. Why don't you plan on seeing me around 2:00."

"Okay, will you want some lunch?"

"I doubt that I'll have time to eat so a sandwich would be nice."

"I have some ham. I'll have a nice ham and cheese sandwich for you."

"Thank you Jeanne."

"Michael, I really am sorry about everything that's happened."

"I am too Jeanne. We'll talk about it tomorrow afternoon."

"I'm so glad you're coming home. I've missed you."

"I've missed you too."

"Michael, I'm hoping that tomorrow afternoon you'll give me a chance to show you just how much I love you."

"Jeanne?"

"Baby, I've neglected you. I don't understand why, but I promise you that you'll never again be neglected."

"We'll talk tomorrow."

"Yes of course."

"Jeanne, it's late. I need to get back to my motel and go to bed."

Once again deflated Jeanne said, "Yes of course. I understand. We'll talk tomorrow afternoon."

"We will. Good night Jeanne."

"Good night Michael. I love you."

"I love you too Jeanne."

"Do you Michael? Do you really?"

"Jeanne, considering everything that's happened I think I'm the one who should be asking that question."

There was a brief silence and then Jeanne said; "Yes you're right. Michael I really am sorry. I can't tell you how ashamed I am about the way I've handled all of this."

"Good night Jeanne. We'll talk tomorrow afternoon."

"Yes of course, you need to get to bed. Good night Michael." Jeanne paused. After a moment she said; "Michael I really do love you."

"I know that Jeanne. I love you too. Good night."

"Good night Michael."

I ended the call, put my cell phone away, walked quickly back to my office and got my car. Once I was in my motel room I stripped off my clothes, brushed my teeth and got into bed.

As I was falling asleep I recalled something that Jeanne said during our telephone conversation. "I can't tell you how ashamed I am about the way I've handled all of this." That bothered me. She didn't say that she was ashamed about what she did; she said that she was ashamed about how she'd handled it. 

Realizing that there was nothing that I could do about it at that moment, I put it out of my mind and closed my eyes. I was tired. Sleep came instantly.



Awakenings Ch. 02



The door closed behind me with soft click and I found myself standing in the hall again. 

The carpet was thick beneath my bare feet and I felt very exposed. In a strange house naked with my semi hard cock flopping against my thigh as I walked back up the stairs. 

I found what I was looking for, a dressing gown. 

It was pink and fluffy but better that than nothing. Sitting down on the bed I thought through the last thirty minutes and quickly came to the conclusion I must have been mad. 

The facts as I saw them were that I had been drugged and robbed. I then decided to physically and sexually abuse a total stranger, albeit a very willing stranger. But she was still a stranger who had not verbally consented to anything. And to compound everything else I had also worn no protection. 

Anything could happen.

I could be charged with rape, could have contracted a disease or worse. I sat there thinking through the pitfalls and then realised that was always my downfall; I would always overthink things. I would never take the risk. 

So fuck it tonight I did. At that moment I determined that tonight I wasn't going to be that anonymous wanker. I was going to live out the fantasy and enjoy it, for what it was. What would happen, would happen.

I stood up and let the gown fall off and went to explore the house. 

Judging by the furniture and pictures around the place her flat mate was female also. The living room was cheaply furnished, like a student place just tidier. 

Based on the layout the room she was currently tied up in I guessed it must have once been a pantry. It was just off the kitchen and the house seemed old enough to have one. Also given how extensively it was kitted out I also guessed her flatmate was well aware of what went on in the small room. Must be hard to keep such things secret.

I didn't care though. I found a packet of aspirin in the kitchen, washed two of them down with water and headed back to the door. The note was still pinned to the wood. I had an idea.

Five minutes later I had the photograph, safe on my phone. The note stuck against her face clearly, the writing on her chest was also clear. Having somewhat satisfied the risk averse side of my psyche, I let the other side fully take over. 

My cock started to harden and the familiar tingling sensation started as I looked at her hanging there. Arms stretched above her head, breasts taut, legs stretched open. 

My sperm had dried on her face and I could see some of it stuck to her hair. Her eyes were closed and she hung from the hook like a rag doll with her bodyweight on the hook. It must be well attached I thought idly as I picked up a leather flogger. It had a thick glass handle and a bulbous end. I trailed the thin leather strips along the floor and stood in front of her. My cock was now fully erect again.

She opened her eyes and looked at me and then down at the flogger. I could almost detect a smile before her face returned to blank and emotionless. She closed her eyes.

I gently flicked the straps against her breasts then her thighs and then over her pussy. Having never used one before I decided starting off softly and working up was the best approach. She didn't even open her eyes so I increased the strength until she started letting out little whimpers every time the thin straps raked over her naked body.

Aside from her face I left no part of her body untouched. She tried to pull away but just pulled against her restraints as the leather cracked and echoed in the small room.

I started to sweat. Her body was lined with red. She breathed heavily. I stopped and the room fell silent again.

'Do you want to come slut?' I asked her whispering in her ear. She just stared ahead silently.

I gripped a breast in one hand and squeezed it hard, stretching it and letting my hand slowly slide off with her sweat. She squealed as I pinched her nipple hard before I let go.

'Do. You. Want. To. Come. Slut?' I asked again louder with my other hand pressing lightly on her other breast.

Still no answer so I repeated it on her other breast.

This time she was sobbing and pulling away from me. I ran my hand over her face and felt tears mixing with my dried come.

I asked her again and she nodded.

'That's my whore, I said quietly.

Standing behind her I reached between her legs and ran my hand over her pussy lips. She was dripping wet. I felt the glass plug still firmly in her ass. I ran my fingers up her smooth slick cunt towards her clit. It was poking out, erect and hard. 

I smiled to myself as I let the tip of my cock press against the opening to her cunt and let my hand run over her face, feeling the wooden bit covered in saliva. She was trying to push back against me, trying to pull my dick into her. She was desperate to feel me inside her.

Instead I picked up the glass flogger and walked around in front of her. She looked at me and the flogger. Her small tight breasts moved in time with her breathing.

In one rough movement I thrust the glass handle into her cunt. She squealed and jumped back. I pulled it out and thrust it in again, watching the expression on her face turn from surprise to something altogether different. I started fucking her hard with it. She stretched against the restraints on her legs but could only move a few centimetres. She was breathing heavily, saliva ran over the bit and dripped off her chin. I reached down with my other hand and started flicking her rock clit. It stuck out and looked like a miniature cock.

'Do you want to come slut?' 

I asked again to her as I kept going with both hands on her cunt and clit. She just nodded, her hair flopping over her face.

I dropped to my knees and sucked the tiny cock into my mouth and let my tongue go to work. Flicking over it quickly. I could see the glass handle dripping in her juice. She was moaning loudly as I thrust it in and out of her. 

I could tell she was just about to come. 

And this time I let her. 

She let out a gagged scream and her muscles started pulsating. She strained against the ropes as her body went taught. When the pulsed stopped I slowed down with the flogger and let her clit flop out of my mouth.

I stood up again and pressed my face close to hers. The glass handle still inside her.

'Did you like that?' 

She nodded.

'Say thank you sir.'

She shook her head, refusing to break the rule even though speech would have been impossible with the wooden gag stretching her mouth.

'I guess then were not done' I said and removed her hands from the hooks. 

She looked relieved as her arms fell to her front. She was still restrained by the ropes with her legs stretched open. She looked awkward. Off balance

I gripped her around the waist and moved her forward so she had to kneel, her elbows supporting her upper body. Her ass was stretched by the plug and her red pussy looked used. The flogger made a sucking sound as I removed it.

I then quickly kneeled behind her and pushed my dick into her sopping cunt without any warning. She gasped but my dick was smaller than the bulbous glass handle she had just been fucked with. As I slowly moved inside her warm cunt I spoke to her.

Thrust. 'You know I might phone a friend up to come around'

Thrust. 'Or two or more'

Thrust. 'There is still an hour before your flatmate comes around. That's plenty of time to make sure I really get my money's worth'

Thrust 'Or just hang around to meet your flatmate'

Thrust 'Do you think she'll fuck me too?'

I felt her tense up at that. I had hit a nerve. I pulled the glass plug from her ass. It gaped for a second and then tightened up.

Thrust 'Yes, think I will wait here and then grab her and do the same as I am doing to you'

I could see she was trying to shake her head but her position made it almost impossible.

I pushed inside her and reached down and undid the gag

'Do you want to speak to me slut?' I asked as I spat on her ass and started rubbing my warm saliva over her tight hole.

'Do you want to speak to me SLUT?' I shouted as I kept my dick deep inside her and my fingers lubricating her ass.

She shook her head.

'Ok, well when your friend arrives I'm going to do this to her and force you to watch.' 

I then pressed my dripping cock against her sphincter and forced my way into her asshole.

She was spread so widely I could see the length of my shaft stretch the tight skin and slide inside. She moaned loudly and I think I almost thought I made out a word.

'Maybe I will fuck her ass hard and make you clean my dick after you have watched me rape her tight hole'

She just moaned and pulled against the ropes as I roughly took her in the ass. 

There was no finesse just hard deep thrusts. She was so tight, the feeling of sliding in and out of her was incredible and I felt my orgasm start again so I pulled out. I knew after this it would be some time before I could go again and I certainly wanted one more shot at this girl before my time was up.

She gasped at the feeling of emptiness. I quickly untied her and dragged her up to stand again. She looked a mess. Hair plastered to her face. My come everywhere. The red marks on her body still visible and her thighs shiny from her come.

I marched her over to a low rough wooden table and forced her to lie back. I helped her into position and then tied her arms behind her head. I then forced her knees up so her feet were on the table top as well.

Just to be sure I tied rope around her legs so she couldn't straighten them. Her pussy and ass were presented to me just at the right level.

I then picked up a black dildo from the floor. She was trying to lift her head up to see what I was doing so I grabbed another piece of rope and tied it around her neck and under the table. Not too tight but tight enough to slightly restrict the oxygen.

Again with no finesse I simply rammed the dildo deep into her angry cunt. She let out an ahhhh. I didn't move it, just held it still inside her.

'Like that slut?' I asked again, knowing there would be no answer.

I then pushed my cock back into her ass.

'Do you like being fucked by two cocks slut?' I asked but she just stared at the ceiling and moaned louder. I held the dildo firmly in place and started fucking her ass again, this time slower, knowing it wouldn't be long until I came.

It wasn't. I couldn't last long under those circumstances. 

As I felt my balls contract I let out a primeval guttural moan and forced the dildo deeper. My cock swelled up and pumped hot semen deep into her ass as both our our sounds filled the room. With my cock still pulsating I felt her ass contract, throbbing, almost in time with my dick. She came as I double penetrated her. 

Her breasts were heaving and the sounds she made were animal.

I stood there looking down at her catching my breath still deep inside her.

Eventually she spoke.

'I need to pee' she said, in accentless English.

I smiled at her. A rule broken and a whole new area to explore. 

I started looking forward to 6am.

As I pulled my dick out of her ass and the dildo out of her cunt I replied.

'I thought you'd never ask.'



Awakenings Ch. 02



AWAKENINGS CH 2 - Fun with (Orv's) Dick and Jane('s Nipples)

All characters in this work of fiction, at least when interacting with another character in any sexual way, are over 18

[Author's Note: I do plan to continue the titillating (don't you love the word?) story begun in chapter 1, but it will be months in cumming [sic] to fruition - I do have a day job, and the love of my life, my 38C, is around more now, keeping me "busy!"

In the meantime, please enjoy the following chapter, which introduces a new character but is set only a few days after Chapter 1 (neglecting multiple flashbacks). While reading Chapter 1 will give you some background on why Orv is the way he is, this chapter can really stand on its own. Enjoy!]

Breasts, nipples, boobs, nips, tits, buds, jugs, areolas, mammaries, cleavage, nipples... Yes, he was repeating on nipples, but he just loved the word and the varied images it brought to mind!

In the last few days, Orville's knowledge of, and obsession with, these most fascinating of female appendages had grown a million fold. Yes, he previously knew the words breast and nipple, and you could not escape pictures of women with great cleavage if you went into any drug store (Orv, as everyone called him, had often lingered in the magazine section just to take them in), but until just recently, breasts were no more than tantalizingly round forms perpetually hidden behind blouses, sweaters, and swim suits, and the slang terms used in reference thereto had never crossed his retina.

That had all changed on move-in day, when he'd begun bringing their belongings into the house left to them by their Uncle Milt, who had died instantly in a car crash, along with his college age daughter. While his Mom, Kath, had been working at her job at the Senior Center, Orv had stumbled onto a stash of magazine photos and erotic stories that had been covered up on Milt's desk. And that is when the Great Mystery of what the rest of a breast looked like once you got past the central cleavage area had become clear.

Nipples - these held the greatest fascination! And the variety! Some were just bumps, surrounded by a ring of similar colored flesh called the areola, as Orv had learned from the stories. Other nipples rose sharply and seemed almost the size of the end of his little finger. Some nips, and even areolas, were contorted by crinkles, almost like they were covered by goose bumps. Some nipples were chocolate brown, others were such a light shade of strawberry that they almost faded into the flesh color of the surrounding boob.

And then, there was the bigger picture - for Orv had gotten his first views of the forbidden underside of breasts - the area never shown on the drugstore magazine covers and never exposed by girls in bathing suits. Oh, and the variety there was amazing as well! The larger tits nearly always had some sag, while others might protrude straight out from the girl's rib cage or, for those with smaller tits, the slope might even be upward. But no matter - Orv loved them all.

And then, there was the encounter with his Mom that night. Orv, consumed by looking at the photos of naked tits and reading the erotic stories, had failed to move over his Mom's clothes, so she'd had no choice but to wear one of his cousin's sheer nightgowns - and without the usual protection of her sleep bra. But enough musing on the background story.

On Monday morning, as the warm shower beat on his shoulders, Orv closed his eyes and recalled the way his mother Kath's breasts had swayed under the flimsy nightgown, the darkness of her nipples revealed as she entered the cone of light from the desk lamp. His dick longed to be stroked, and he was soon massaging his swollen tool with long, firm stokes. Oh, her tits were SO magnificent! A lot like Amber's from the collection of photos he's found - large, round, and soft, but still jutting out nearly horizontally from her rib cage.

And then there was the FEEL of her right boob, virtually thrust into his hand as they had both turned, startled by the door slamming across the hall, closed by a gust of wind coursing through their new house. Her nipple had been stiff even before the breeze, since he had felt it digging into his bare chest as they had hugged. Orv stroked his dick with greater intensity as he thought about the heft of her boob, which more than filled his large hand, and he recalled the nipple pulsing against his palm. With another couple of strokes, he felt a tingling in his balls, and the urge to climax was intense - but he wanted to wait, to savor the naughtiness of his plans.

With his dick still semi-hard, Orv came back to his room, moving to his Uncle Milt's dresser. He found a pair of shorts and tried them on without putting on his underwear first. He'd read some stories in Uncle Milt's collection of Pentup letters and felt that going "commando" might really give him a charge.

Given the erotic state of his mind, Orv's dick was moving past semi hard even before he pulled on the shorts, so it was not a fair test of whether he could pull this off; indeed, when he looked in the mirror, the tenting of his shorts was beyond noticeable. He walked around in front of the mirror, and, while he loved the way his unencumbered dick felt, it REALLY wobbled around - much, much too noticeable.

Could he really make this work? Could he get past Kath's observant eyes? Well, it might be hard - correct that, "difficult" - but his hormones wouldn't let him back out.

Get with the plan, he told himself, and maybe he could pull it off. Sliding the shorts off, he couldn't resist giving his prick a few quick tugs, but then he really needed to stop and get back in control. He found a pair of Milt's boxers and pulled them on, then finished dressing with the shorts, T shirt, etc., all the while trying to think of calculus so as to let his prick relax. It only partially worked.

Holding his breath and willing his dick to stay down (with only modest success), he walked into the kitchen and put his back pack down. While he did his best to not give his Mom, Kath, a frontal view, he was trapped into walking toward the fridge in full view of Kath with his dick, which, while not truly hard, still swaying noticeably.

Kath turned to say good morning, but the movement of his shorts caught her eye.

"Good morning, sweet ... Orv, are you wearing underwear?"

"Of course, Mom! But I decided I'd try some of Uncle Milt's boxers. Nearly all the guys at school wear them." Orv rolled down the top of the shorts to show the boxers, which were covered with little smiley faces.

"Oh, Orv, I'm sorry! I'm still getting used to thinking of you as a grown man. I promise I won't ask you questions about how you're dressed anymore. Just promise me, if you will, not to pull those shorts down so everyone can see the top half of those boxers, will you?"

"No problem, Kath, I really don't like the way that looks either."

Phase 1 complete, thought Orv. As he sat down with his bowl of cereal, he watched Kath move around the kitchen, making her lunch and preparing to get off to her job at the Senior Center. It was a shame that she had to wear that uniform, since it really hid what a great body she had. But her gorgeous hair was down, and Orv had to smile at that, at least.

"I do like the way you're wearing your hair now, Kath, it's really pretty."

"Why, thank you, Orv!" Kath said, with a slight blush coloring her cheeks, and a minor thrill contracting her nipples. "A girl always likes to hear compliments. Even an old girl like me."

"Oh, Mom, you still look young to me," Orv replied, remembering once again how he'd marveled at the sight of her softly swaying breasts with their stiff nipples the other evening.

With time short, Orv was off to school not much later. He enjoyed the sensation of having his dick moving around freely - but still, he DID have underwear on. The thrill was there, for sure, but not all that he was anticipating for tomorrow.

The next morning, though, was Phase 2. Orv put on another pair of Milt's shorts, but this time without any boxers. His heart raced and his dick was begging for attention, but he had to keep his control for this to work.

"Morning, Kath," he said on entering the kitchen. Then, preemptively, "I decided I really like wearing Uncle Milt's boxers. The guys used to rib me about my tighty whiteys in gym class, but with the boxers, I'm a little less of a dork to them."

"That's fine, Orv. I know you have a hard time fitting in, so do what you want in that department."

Today, of course, there was no gym class, so Orv could keep his little secret all day long. Although, as he rode his bike to school, his "secret" refused to stay little. Looking down as he peddled, he saw that his shorts had worked their way up and that his balls were hanging out of the left leg hole.

His first reaction was to pull his shorts down, but when he looked around, there was no one nearby, so he let his balls air out. Of course, the thrill of going commando along with this private exhibitionism caused his rod to poke out a good bit as well. Oh, this is dangerous, he thought, but exciting as hell at the same time! Plus what driver or pedestrian would be looking anywhere near my crotch?

In class now, Orv bent his head over the test, but his eyes were burrowing into the gap between the buttons of Jan's over taxed blouse. Jan's right tit was encased in a lacy bra that allowed a lot of her boob's flesh tones to show through. Orv's dick, unencumbered today by anything but his lose shorts, was rapidly making a run for the open air, forcing its way down his left pant leg.

Just then, Jan stretched, pulling the fabric tight across her boobs - surely at least C cup size. Add another inch to Orv's dick, now nearly at the mouth of the pant leg.

When Jan settled back down, she slumped her shoulder a little more than before. Nearsighted, she had removed her glasses and put her face very close to the test. This move, though, caused her blouse to fall away from her boobs, though the persistent button gap remained.

Orv had to stifle a gasp, as the very end of Jan's right bra cup was now in sight. Though the light was dim, he could definitely see the darkness of her areola and nipple through the lacy bra cup.

Suddenly self-aware, Orv took a quick glance down and noticed that the end of his prick had indeed emerged.

He feigned a stretch as well so that he could quietly see if he was being watched.

The problem was, the maneuver was too slow - Jane, who sat behind Jan, had been watching Orv watch Jan, while also paying close attention to Orv's pant leg. She hid her gaze when he looked around, but shortly looked up, anxious to see what would happen next.

Orv's pencil "accidentally" fell to the floor. As he reached for it with his right hand, his left gave his dick a quick rub before pulling his shorts down enough to (barely) cover his rigid member. Having his swollen dick with just one thin covering between it and Jan's precious boob was incredibly arousing. Orv felt some precum oozing out. Thank goodness for the scrap of tissue inside his foreskin

Jane, who was both highly sexed and a confirmed tease, was closely watching Orv's dick push down and then raise his pant leg. She loved a hard prick as much as any girl (hell, probably a lot more!), and she found that her nipples were tightening up and that her panties were getting damp. Then she hatched a plan.

When the bell rang and the students moved to their next class, Jane pulled her friend Jennifer over to her locker.

"Have you noticed how well hung Orv is? I don't think he's wearing undies, and he was getting damn hard trying to get a look at Jan's tits."

"Really? ORV? He's such a quiet nerd. That's both strange and hot," observed Jennifer.

"Hey - I've got a plan. I bet I can make Popcorn Boy pop in his pants during lunch."

"No way, Jane - he's just too thick. Uh, well, thick down there is good, if you say so, but I don't think you can get to him. In fact, I don't think you could even get him to talk to you at all."

"Wanna make it an official bet?" asked Jane, her nipples tightening as she continued to work out the plan in her head.

"Fine - you get him to talk for five minutes - and not just about the weather - AND make him cum, all during lunch break, and you've got a deal."

"Okay, that IS a real challenge, but I'm up for it. What are the stakes?"

"Right, they should be good. How about this - Next time my Mom's out of town, I'll loan you her biggest dildo."

"Oh, that sounds good - that one is a beaut. And if I fail, you can have my Mom's nipple clips when SHE'S away. We should both expand our horizons, right?"

"Deal." And with a handshake, they went on to their next classes.

English was as boring ever - at least for most of the class. While Orv no longer had Jan to ogle, he definitely had the memory or her right tit, and especially the shading at the end where her nipple and areola showed through the bra, blazed into his head. That and the delightfully naughty feel of going commando kept him at least semi-hard through the class.

Jane, too, was kept in a state of sexual excitement, thinking about her plan to tease Orv. Her nipples were SO hard. She leaned forward and slowly rubbed them up and down on the edge of her desk. She stifled a moan while clenching her legs together as a mini orgasm coursed through her from the combination of mental erotics and the nipple stimulation.

With five minutes left before lunch break, Jane took her completed paper up to the teacher and quietly asked to be excused early, since it was "that time" of the month; she easily got the okay from an embarrassed Mr. Osborne. Jennifer watched her leave, intrigued. This was the third time in three separate weeks that it was "that time," though Jane was careful to choose different classes to pull the trick.

Jane quickly made her way to the ladies room (thankfully vacant), closed the stall door, and lost no time slipping out of her light cardigan sweater as well as her thin, sleeveless sweater, which came whipping over her head. Reaching behind her, she deftly released the clasp of her bra. As her breasts were freed from their D cup restraints, Jane paused to admire her breasts and nipples. For sure, her boobs were big, but they hardly sagged at all. And god, did she love her sensitive nipples! They had been hard since she first came up with her scheme. Thankfully, she had allowed herself some play time.

Some girls stop to think about what their boyfriends had done with their tits in the past to help them get excited. Not Jane. All she did was think back to her last orgasm - just this morning, in the shower - and what had gotten her off. At the time, it had been nipple pinches first, then a tongue massage and then full on sucking her nipples into her mouth. At the time, she had whispered, "Oh, thank you Jennifer, and thank you Mom for teaching me about my nipples!"

Jane had discovered that she could have nipple orgasms quite by accident. In elementary school, she'd had no problem getting boys to talk with her, since she was fun, outgoing, ... and REALLY liked boys. In middle school, though, things had changed. Teenage boys being teenage boys, they spent most of their time staring at boobs and talking with their owners, but Jane was still flat as a board.

Jane's Mom, Vickie, preached patience. Every girl gets boobs, just not all at the same time and certainly not all of the same quality. Vickie explained about how her body would change, and even borrowed a booklet from her husband's office that explained endocrinology and how one change would trigger another. Jane learned not to panic when her first period arrived, and that that would be the sign that her boobs would soon begin to fill out.

But when nothing had happened by eighth grade, she confessed her frustration to her neighbor and best friend Jennifer as they walked home from school.

"All the other girls have breasts, and because they have boobs, they have all the boys," she lamented, "and I still look like a third grader. When did you start to get tits, Jennifer?"

"I noticed them about a month after my first period," Jennifer confided, "but Jan taught me a trick that may have helped the whole thing along."

"Jan? Yeah, I noticed that she skipped right over the 'training bra' thing over the summer a year and a half ago. Those boobies sure got the attention of all the boys. So what's the trick?"

"Nipple stimulation."

"Nipple stimulation? Like having a guy suck on them? I can't get the guys to give me the time of day, seems like."

"Oh, neither could I. But I 'home schooled' my nips and it still seemed to work for me."

"You mean you played with your own nipples? I've touched them before, but they never did anything."

"Well, you've got to really want it, 'cause a nipple twist here and a nipple tug there isn't going to rev up your hormones enough. Jan said that she worked her nipples for five solid minutes three or four times a day. Oh - and the web site she found said that, once your boobies start to come in, go braless as often as possible."

"For sure, I really want it, and braless sounds fine to me - that would just mean no change from the present! So - do you still 'stimulate your nipples' to keep your tits growing?"

Jennifer's face started to turn red and she looked at the ground as she spoke. "Well, maybe not so much as I might like. See, now that my nipples and boobs have gotten bigger, I find that they're really sensitive. Whenever I touch my nips, they get really stiff really fast. And if I start thinking about boys at the same time, which is almost always, well, um, other things start to happen."

"'Other things?' Come on, Jennifer, we've been friends forever. What 'other things?'"

"Well, I start to get really wet, um, ... I get really wet 'down there,' and I - well, I really like to touch myself there whenever I play with my nipples."

"So? It always feels nice when I touch myself there, too."

"Well," Jennifer continued, now beet red, "something changed, and now I get REALLY wet and sometimes this intense feeling just seems to take over, my body almost goes into convulsions, and the worst thing is that Mom heard me almost scream one time when it happened. It was really embarrassing, so I have to make sure no one is around, especially my brother, when I start to play with my nipples, since it's so hard not to keep going with, you know, the whole thing. And Jane, this feeling is WAY beyond 'nice!'"

"Wow - I guess I haven't had THAT experience yet."

By now, they were almost at Jennifer's house. "Well, good luck with getting your boobs started up, Jane. My little brother won't be home for another half hour, and I'm thinking it's time I work on getting these B cup tits up to a C!" And with that, Jennifer hurried up the steps to her house, closed the door and immediately pulled her blouse out and her bra up and attacked her aching nipples and sopping pussy even as she made her way to the bathroom.

Jane began her boob development program almost as fast. She had no siblings to worry about, and her parents, both doctors, would not be home for some time. If five minutes four times a day worked for Jan, then Jane's goal was 10 minutes of nipple stimulation 5 or 6 times a day!

Or at least, that was her goal. Her nipples were so sore the morning after just two sessions that she skipped the second day altogether. But she "really wanted" it, and with time, her still small nipples adapted to the attention.

Then came the morning, two months later, when she was bleeding "down there." She and her Mom took a sick day and got all of the supplies she would need and talked about what was to come. Jane never let on that she'd been working her nipples for some time in the hopes of reaching this first step.




Awakenings Ch. 02



Finally, some month or two later, Jane convinced herself that there really was a small bulge on each side of her chest. "I'm finally getting tits!" she thought to herself. She got out a tape measure and started a weekly log of her chest size, using an online calculator to get her cup size. An extra inch across her nipples only meant an A cup, but it was a start! She redoubled her nipple stimulation regime, working her nips basically whenever she felt no one was looking.

And then, one afternoon, it hit her. Jane was naked on her bed, pulling her nipples out as far as she could while twisting them back and forth, then letting them slip through her fingers only when the second hand of the clock on the dresser showed a full minute of nipple pulling, when, Oh, my god, what just happened down below? Some set of muscles had contracted in her pussy quite on their own.

Not sure whether it was a fluke or something disconnected, she repeated the nipple stimulation, pulling even a little harder. Yes, there it is again, a stronger contraction, and this time two waves of spasms. Could this be what Jennifer was describing? Spreading her legs, she used her left hand to check, and sure enough, she was damp.

But getting boobs was the mission, so she left her pussy alone and went back to the nipple pulling and twisting. She checked the clock again, this time registering the actual time of day - good, she had another half hour before her Mom would be home. She released her nipples again, but this time, the contractions seemed to keep going, and, oh, my, did they feel good. She forgot about timing the nipple pulls and just went into frantic pull-and-release mode, then she felt the tension in her whole body rising, all of her muscles contracting, then her first true orgasm overtook her, and she cried out, "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!!"

Then her brain processed another sound that her ears had registered just as her body had begun to convulse - was that the back door closing? Then, there was her Mom's voice calling up the stairs, "Janey, are you alright?" All Jane could manage was a muffled "Unngghh," as she frantically pulled the covers up over her naked body.

Vickie hurried up the stairs and was down the hall in seconds, her adrenaline pumping out of concern for her daughter. As she entered Jane's room, she paused, confused by the odd scene in front of her. Jane's school clothes were in a pile in the chair while Jane was lying in the bed, face flushed but with the covers pulled up to her chin.

"Janey - what's going on? Are you okay? It sounded like you were in pain." Vickie moved to the bed and Jane shifted over to allow her to sit.

"I'm okay, Mom," Jane said, averting her eyes, then, "I didn't expect you home for another half hour." Now why did I say that? It was in my head, but that sure sounded incriminating.

"My last two patients cancelled their appointments, so I just closed the office and came on home." After an awkward pause, she reached out to touch Jane's forehead, noting, "You look kind of feverish, Janey - are you sure you're okay? Or is there something we need to ... to talk about?" she continued, glancing at the pile of discarded clothes.

Jane caught her Mom's head movement and saw no way out. "Oh, Mom, this is so embarrassing," she said, removing her arms and exposing her bare shoulders.

When her daughter didn't continue, Vickie probed, "Does this have something to do with ... with your becoming a woman?" The two had talked a lot when Jane's first period had struck, but there were always things left unsaid.

"Yeah, kind of. Well, actually that's exactly the issue. Mom, how long will I need to wait until my breasts really start to grow? I mean, yes, I sort of have an A cup, but it seems like they've been that way FOREVER. Jennifer's boobs are so much bigger, and Jan's are fantastic already."

"Oh, Janey, they'll come along, you just need to give them time. Gramma Judy had a great figure, and mine's not so bad either," she said modestly, "so I'm sure you'll be a real looker in time."

"Mom, if I could inherit your breasts, I would definitely be a happy lady - you've got a great pair!"

"Well, your Dad sure likes them," Vickie replied, not mentioning how much she liked them herself. Her eyes glazed over, losing all focus, while her mind quickly went back to the night before Bill had left for the endocrinology convention.

While Jane was visiting with Jennifer for the evening, Vickie had worn her shelf bra, Bill's favorite, underneath a very light blouse and proceeded to tease Bill (and herself!) with views of her unprotected nipples all through dinner.

First, she would be tucking in her blouse, which served to both rub her sensitive nipples against the material as well as to bring those stiff nips into sharp and protruding display through the translucent blouse; then, a deep breathe would lift her boobs and nipples and pull the blouse out of her skirt again. When she let her breath out, she knew she was giving him a side view through the partially unbuttoned blouse, doing her best to let it fall away from her tits so that he could easily see through the gap clear to her right nipple.

The nipple teasing had gotten Vickie so hot that she had excused herself to use the bathroom, where she had quickly gotten herself off by a swift and relentless attack on her nipples. When she came back to the table with her face flushed and a sweet smile on her face, Bill knew exactly what had gone on in those few minutes. He gave her a big grin, then asked for her to pass the veggies, which he knew would give him a great view of her tightly puckered right nipple.

Before the night was out, he was sliding his dick deep in the valley between Vickie's lovely D cup tits. The palms of his hand pushed her breasts in from the side to form a vagina out of those pillows of breast flesh while he used thumbs and forefingers to pinch her nipples. When he saw from her face and felt the contortions of her legs behind him that signaled that her climax was coming on, he released his seed all over those precious orbs, aiming the first copious spurts on each of those nut brown nipples. When he collapsed beside her, Vickie proceeded to suck the sticky load off her nips, cumming again each time she tongued a nipple, then held it with her lips before it escaped, wet with saliva and residual spunk.

Bill watched with increasing pleasure, and when she was done, asked, "Mind if I take over? And, as always, remember The Doors!"

"Of course, my sweet, you know I'll 'love you two times 'cause you're goin' away.'" As Bill devoured one nipple, Vickie toyed with the other, pulling it straight up and releasing it, making sure Bill had a good view of the tease.

Even though Bill was no longer a teenager, four or five minutes of this nipple play was enough to have him hard again. He entered Vickie from the side, and Vickie moaned as her slippery cunt was filled with his manhood. Yes, she loved her nipple orgasms, but they were even better when she could feel her pussy clamping down tightly around Bill's long, hard dick. With the initial orgasm removing the immediate tension, Bill lay still, enjoying the feel of Vickie's nipple on his tongue, the visual display provided by Vickie's rounded boob and the nipple play, and the pulsing sensations around his dick.

After five or six additional orgasms, Vickie implored, "Okay, Bill, cum with me this time!" Then, with some long, deep thrusts while he gently bit down on her nipple, they both came in a long, sweaty, luxurious peak. They lay together, with his dick still insider her, until sleep overtook them both.

Vickie's brief reverie was broken when Jane asked, "Mom, are you okay? You look like you're a million miles away."

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear, I was just ... never mind, do go on."

"I was just going to say that while having your tits when I'm 25 would be great, I really want to be 'a looker' now! The boys just aren't paying any attention to me anymore."

"Oh, sweet baby, be careful what you wish for! Most boys your age who just focus on tits aren't really worth your time. What about that nice boy, Orv - isn't he in a lot of your advanced classes?"

"Mom, he's in ALL my classes - but he's such a nerd. Plus if any girl says boo to him, he just about freaks."

"Well, there will be lots of boys - NICE boys - paying attention to you down the road. You're smart, you're fun, and you've got a real pretty face and hair. And the body will come along soon enough. But, if I can ask, what were you doing before I came in, and why did you scream? I have my guesses, and that's okay - but maybe we should talk anyway. You know you can tell me anything."

"Oh, thanks, Mom, you're the best." And with that, they exchanged a hug.

After a pause, Jane summoned the courage to explain. "You see - it's still about my boobs."

"Okay, not what I expected, but go on."

"Well, Jennifer told me that Jan got her great tits by, well, by stimulating her nipples."

"Okay, tell me more."

"Well, I guess she found a web site that says that your boobs will grow if you stimulate your nipples at regular intervals every day. I guess that gets the pituit - petuarary ..."

"Pituitary, dear."

"Yeah, that's right - your pituitary pumps out hormones and makes your tits grow. Plus going braless is supposed to help."

"Well, that's an interesting concept, and maybe it will work, but you know you can't trust everything you read on the internet. But your Dad would surely know, and he can probably give you some shots, which would sure be simpler. I can discuss it with him when he gets back."

"Oh, PLEASE don't tell Dad - I'd die of embarrassment. I'm okay with my little experiment. Heck, it might make a cool science fair project!" Mom and daughter both got a good laugh out of that thought.

"That's fine, Janey - but were you hurting yourself? Touching is okay, but no good will come from putting yourself in pain."

"No, Mom, I wasn't hurting myself. It's just that this time ... well, this time, um ... I wasn't doing anything different with my nipples, but ..."

Jane had averted her gaze and was turning red again when Vickie figured it out. "Did you get wet 'down there,' Jane? Did you feel a wave of tension wash over you, with, well, contractions down in your vagina? Were you touching yourself there?"

"Oh, Mom, you guessed it! It felt incredible! But no, I only touched myself once, when I started to feel wet. The rest of the time I was just doing my usual nipple stimulation regime. And when that, um, 'wave of tension' hit me, I guess I must have cried out. Sorry if I made you concerned."

"Ah... No worries." And then a pause. "Well, you know, there really is something to this whole genetics thing. You see, you had what is known as a 'nipple orgasm.' It sounds like what you had was a climax, or orgasm, but you got there by just playing with your nipples."

"You mean that doesn't happen to everybody? But you mentioned genetics - did this happen when you were young, too?"

This time it was Vickie's turn to get red in the face, as a more recent memory came to mind.

With Bill gone for 10 days, Vickie was finding it harder and harder to avoid thinking about sex, and especially her sensitive nipples. She had seen a local college wrestler in her dermatology office on Monday, who, she found, needed to have a growth excised from his chest. It was a simple enough routine, but there wasn't time Monday, so she'd scheduled the procedure for noon today.

She'd been thinking of his broad chest and rippling muscles all week, so when she'd dressed that morning, she had gone braless, but took along a light sweater with her to cover her puckered nipples. First to arrive, she's pushed the office AC cooler to justify the sweater.

Then she had closed the AC vent in the room she planned for the procedure and opened the blinds to the morning sun so it would warm up. The last part of her plan was to treat the office staff to lunch out. Then, as the staff gathered to leave, she "just remembered" the procedure with the wrestler, and so bid them on their way, with instructions to bring back a sandwich for her.

When Tom, the wrestler, arrived, she ushered him into the warm procedure room and asked him to remove his shirt and lie on the table.

"My, it's warm in here - I sure don't need this sweater, do I? Let me check the AC," she said. She pretended to fiddle with the controls, then, with her back to him, she unbuttoned the sweater while also unbuttoning the top two - no, make that three buttons - of her white blouse. She knew her nipples were already hard, but she gave them each a quick rub before turning back to the patient.

"Okay, Tom, let's get the area prepped," she said, bringing over the tray of instruments, the local anesthetic, and the swabs to sterilize the skin. Tom's loose shorts were worn down a bit, exposing the top of his boxers. Perfect, Vickie thought, nothing much to hide any reaction to my boob display! This is really going to be fun!

She carefully positioned herself so that Tom would have a perfect view down her blouse at her naked, hanging left tit as she started with the skin swab.

She almost laughed out loud as she heard him take in a deep breath, knowing that it was the view of her boob and its stiff nipple that had caused the reaction. "Sorry, I should have warned you that the swab would feel cool," she improvised. Meanwhile, she was marveling at the muscular definition of his body. Then, syringe in hand, "You'll feel a small prick," whereas I might see evidence of a large one!

"Let's give the anesthetic five minutes to work before I bring out the scalpel," she said, settling into her rolling stool and wheeling up beside Tom. "Sorry about the AC," she apologized while flapping the sides of her blouse for air. Poor Tom was having, well, a very "hard" time as wide open views of a boob and a half, including one stiff nipple, flashed in and out of sight. Later, Tom would recall the heat in the room and ponder why the Dr.'s nipple was so stiff...

With her peripheral vision, Vickie saw that poor Tom's dick was very clearly tenting up the left side of his shorts; it was nice to know her efforts weren't being wasted on a gay man! Tom tried to rearrange his erection by bending his legs (didn't work) as Vickie settled in, resting one bare arm on the table, barely grazing his hip and causing Tom to twitch and break out in a sweat.

"Now, hold still, Tom, and the anesthetic will work better," she lied, "and don't worry about the pain, I'm sure you'll be fine - but let me know if you feel anything once I start." Of course, I know you'd love to be feeling my tits, and I wouldn't mind that much, but my free show is just that - a show.

"So, Tom - tell me how long you've been into wrestling," Vickie asked conversationally as she glanced over Tom's well-muscled chest. As she spoke, she crossed her slender legs, bare from mid-thigh down, while resting her left hand on her right knee, certain that this would open up her blouse quite well. "Oh, and I meant to apologize that your regular doctor, Dr. Queuetaynius was on vacation this week - I hope you don't mind being attended to by a female doctor."

"N- No, that's quite alright," Tom stuttered, "I'm quite happy to being seeing you. I mean having you attend to me ... I mean ..." Crap, why can't I ever talk right to hot women, he thought.

God, men - especially young men - are so easy. Show them a little leg, a bit of bosom, and they turn into quivering masses of ... well, massive quivering dicks was a nice thought!

The two moved on to a brief discussion of wrestling, which seemed to calm Tom's nerves since he could spout whole sentences out without having to think too much. In the meantime, Vickie kept looking over Tom's chest in what was intended to be a clinical manner, but in fact she was just breaking eye contact long enough for Tom to feast on her naked tit and throbbing nipple. Well, fair enough, she was really enjoying the view of HIS naked chest, too! She re-crossed her legs, really more in the way of giving her clit a discreet rub when she realized how very damp she had gotten.

"Alright," she said, glancing at her watch, "that should be enough time." Standing and leaning over Tom, she felt her boobs wobble in her open blouse as she bent over Tom and pinched the anesthetized patch of skin with a gloved hand. "Do you feel any pain or just pressure?"

"Just - just pressure," Tom replied wishing that the pressure in his dick would recede a little as his gaze drank in the sight of both of Vickie's breasts falling away from her chest down the front of her blouse. As the doc moved around to better survey the work to be done, Tom was treated to clear views of both nipples. Oh, my God, would those stiff nubbins taste good, he rhapsodized.

"Okay, then, let's get started. Let me know if you do feel any pain." Despite her state of arousal, Vickie could turn on her professional talents in a heartbeat, and with scalpel, gauze, and two sutures, the procedure was complete in a matter of minutes. With the view that Tom had of Vickie's dancing bosoms, he was definitely not feeling any pain, and stolen glances at Tom's eyes kept Vickie and her nipples greatly entertained. What a high it was to show off her fabulous tits, especially when she was in total control!

"There - all set. You should stop by in 10 days and the nurse will remove the sutures. The office staff is out to lunch, so we'll have to send you a statement. Oh - one last thing. When you came in Monday, you had quite a nasty sunburn from the weekend. I hope you learned your lesson and won't forget sunscreen in the future. But if you also had burns that bad when you were younger, it would be a good plan for you to come back once a year for either me or Dr. Queuetaynius to check you over for any pre-cancerous moles. Take this pamphlet so you know what to look for."

"Yes, I did get burns when I was younger, so I'll be back for sure. And if it's okay, I'd be happy to switch to seeing you - uh - having you as my regular doc." Poor Tom's eyes were likely to be fatigued by the time he got outside, Vickie thought, the way they kept bouncing from my nipples to my eyes, then back to my nipples. But now, Tom, time for you to leave.

"That's fine, Tom. Nice seeing you, too. Let me show you out."

Poor Tom still had a huge hard-on, and he grabbed a magazine from the procedure room to hide his problem on the way to the exit. Vickie smiled at his discomfort, but allowed him this shred of dignity.

The moment Tom was out the door, Vickie locked the door and flipped the sign to "CLOSED." She couldn't wait to attend to her aching nipples. As she went back to the operating room, she shucked the blouse entirely and began to lift her boobs with both hands, letting her nipples rub against her palms as she let them drop. When she got to the mirror, she watched herself as she began to pull and twist her nipples, loving the view and the way her pulsing cunt and damp thighs felt as she worked herself into a frenzy. Next, she leaned over, recreating the view she knew she'd given to Tom of her tits hanging down and away from her chest. Her eyes became his as she drank in the view, noting that her areolas were now crinkled up as well.

But a quick glance at her watch told her that time was running short, so her attention went back to pulling and twisting her nipples, drawing them straight out until they popped free of her grasp. She loved watching them bounce in the mirror. Feeling her climax coming on, she found her stool, then sat down before her knees gave out and pulled sharply on her nips three more times before exploding in an intense orgasm that had her screaming out in ecstasy. She would definitely be telling Bill all about this little adventure Sunday night. Yes, Vickie was a real fan of nipple orgasms!




Awakenings Ch. 02



"Mom? You're in another world again."

"Yes, I was just ... Yes, whether it's hereditary or not, I can still have an orgasm from nipple stimulation, and they can be really intense. I know, that's probably TMI from your ancient mother ..."

"No, that's kind of cool, actually. I mean, for someone your age, you're still pretty hot."

"Right," she sighed, "'someone my age.'" And she gave Jane a warm smile to show no offense was taken. "Anyway, I guess the bottom line is that if you want to go on with nipple stimulation approach, that's fine. But I also know that, now that you know what a nipple orgasm feels like, you might get, well, hooked.

"Masturbation is really quite normal," Vickie continued, "and you don't need to worry about hurting yourself physically. But you can't let it take over your life. You're a smart girl, Janey, and you could go on to med school, like your Dad and I did, or you could take on whatever you want - but only if you don't let your studies get hurt. So, how often have you been ... stimulating your nipples?"

"Well, the website said four times a day for five minutes was good," Jane replied, averting her eyes. In truth, she generally tugged on her nipples for more like six session and for ten minutes each. And that didn't count the stolen but brief nipple tug maybe 20 more times. And now that she'd had her first nipple orgasm, she couldn't wait for Mom to leave to tug on her nips again!

"Well, that sounds okay, but don't neglect your studies. Now, I won't tell Dad about any of this, but you need to be quiet about it, too - no screaming when he's in the house, okay? And not a word to your friends about my revelations, either, right? Oh - and I'll pick you up some panty liners for, um, the wetness. You don't need to walk around school with a wet spot on your pants."

"For sure! And thanks, Mom, you're the best."

Three days later, Jane had been in her room, fully dressed and trying to study (Dad was home, after all), when her nips started to call to her, begging for some attention. She pushed the books aside and began another nipple stimulation session, feeling the tension build, the dampness below becoming noticeable. She'd been pinching her nipples for only a few minutes, though, when Mom had called "Dinner!" "Coming, Mom," she responded, then, under her breath, "or I would have been if you'd given me three more minutes!"

When Bill came to the table from the den, he kissed his daughter's forehead and settled into his chair; the food was already served and on all of their plates. Then he glanced at Jane's clothing and remarked, "Vickie, it looks like you need to be more careful ironing Janey's blouses - that one's all wrinkled."

Jane looked down and saw the problem - she'd been tugging at her nipples through the blouse, and there were two distinct wrinkles right over her nips. With that, she turned beet red, began to cry, and ran from the table calling out, "Oh, Momma, ..."

Vickie, coming from the kitchen with a plate of biscuits, glanced at Jane's blouse as her daughter darted for the stairs, and quickly put two and two together. She chastised her husband with, "Bill, you're now the father of a teenage girl. You must NEVER comment on her clothes, and NEVER notice her breasts." With that, Vickie grabbed Jane's plate and followed her up the stairs.

"But what did I do? Her blouse was wrinkled and she has no tits for me to even notice!"

"Exactly my point!" Vickie called back.

Poor Bill pondered the situation for a minute, sighed, and muttered, "Women. If I live a hundred years, I'll never understand them. ... Although continued study is always the best option!" he said with a smile. "Maybe I could start a class, get it certified to count for physician continuing education - that could be fun!" With that he chuckled softly to himself, then recalled his great homecoming (Lord, he did love playing with her tits and sucking on her nipples - and watching her do the same!), then dug into his mashed potatoes, worrying not the least about rubbing his manhood through his trousers. If his pants wrinkled, his mind never made the connection.

Vickie paused at Jane's door, plate of food in hand, and asked permission to come in.

"Sure, Momma," came through the door in a downcast tone.

When Vickie had entered, Jane explained, "I'd been pinching my nipples when you called me to dinner, and I guess that wrinkled my blouse. And when Daddy noticed, I was just SO embarrassed! But I REALLY can't wait for my tits to grow. I'm almost ready to just get a bra and stuff it with tissue!"

"Oh, honey, I know. I was a late bloomer myself. Tell you what - you have a little dinner and I'll go get you something."

Puzzled, Jane replied, "Okay, Momma."

Vickie left Jane toying with her food, relishing her bond with her daughter, loving the reversion to "Momma," that Jane used when the need for mothering came along. She knew those days were numbered.

When she came back in the room, she was pleased to see that Jane's appetite had returned - the plate was nearly clean.

"Thanks for bringing me dinner, Mom, I guess I was hungrier than I thought. What have you got for me?"

"It's an old crop top that I haven't worn in years. Bill used to really like it when I wore it, 'cause he could ... uh, never mind, just take off your blouse and try it on. I'll step out into the hall for a moment."

Vickie heard the rustle of clothes, then a long pause before, "Mom? Come on back."

The top was huge on Jane. It hung nearly to her navel, and, since it was cut for Vickie's 36D body, it was, well, drafty.

"I like the pattern, and it is certainly soft, but the fit ..."

"Well, I didn't mean for you to wear it outside, just in your bedroom when you're studying and - um - doing your nipple exercises. No more reaching through buttons or leaving pinch marks on your blouses - you can just reach up from the underside and find your nips that way."

"Of course! Sorry, I was being dense. Thanks, Mom."

"Just be sure to change when you hear Dad come home. I'm sure seeing you in that would throw him for a loop." But I may have to start wearing another one for Bill, now that I think about it. Or just for myself, for that matter. Vickie's own nipples began stiffening at that thought!

"Plus I'll pick up some light sweaters for you to wear at school, since they won't wrinkle should you manage to massage your nipples while you're in class. Just be careful, though, since you could get all pointy, and boys will notice - even if you're still an A."

"Okay, Mom, but I could always hold my books to my chest between classes if I get pointy. You're the best!" But of course, Jane was all but salivating at the idea of walking around the school with stiff nipples on display, even if there were no boobs to back them up. She knew boys, and knew what would grab their attention, and pointy nipples was definitely high on the list!

A few weeks and countless nipple orgasms later (oh, THANK you for that crop top, Mom), when her next cycle was beginning, it felt to Jane like her breasts had finally started to really grow. Vickie explained that that was likely temporary, just due to the periodic hormone swings. But two weeks later, Jane began to believe that the change was permanent - she really DID have boobs - the tiny bulges had NOT gone down.

For the next few years, Jane was all but consumed with feeling her budding breasts and with finding ANY opportunity to pull on her nipples - slumping down in the back seat during a family drive, rubbing her nips against the desks at school, sliding her hand through the buttons of a blouse when the family went to the movies (that was the best - two full hours of living on the edge or orgasm, her all-knowing Mom shielding Bill to the activities of his increasingly nubile daughter) and, of course, after every measureable piece of homework: one math problem done, two minutes of nipple play; a paragraph for an English essay written, another two minutes. Well, sometimes three or four or five. But she kept her promise and never let her grades suffer.

Jane forced herself to not calculate her cup size more than once each period, a week after her flow had stopped, figuring this was the most accurate, if smallest. For the first few months, it is was MAYBE a quarter inch more around the boobs, and Jane resolved to NEVER miss a session with her nipples, even if they were hurried, stolen moments in the ladies room between classes. That seemed to help, but maybe her whole body was getting bigger, not just the boobs - she certainly WAS going through a vertical growth spurt, so it was hard to know.

Then came the summer where she stopped growing up but continued growing out - a half inch or more around the tits every month.

And as her tits grew, so did the attention she got from the boys. She loved to flirt and really liked the attention, but her Mom was right - they spent most of their time looking at her boobs and not much time at all looking at her face. And they never really had much to say that was worth listening to. A few had asked her out, but she really hadn't been interested, much as she fantasized about having a guy suck on her nipples.

Still, when Jim, the captain of the basketball team, had asked her out, she was flattered. He'd been dating one of the cutest of the cheerleaders (a girl with fabulous tits), but they had had a major falling out. The rumor was that he'd gotten rough with her, and a black eye seemed to confirm it, although the girl denied it.

Jane had been both excited and nervous about accepting the date, so she confided in her trusty Mom.

"He's such a hunk, Mom! He's tall, he's handsome ... all the girls think he's a catch. But I sure don't want to end up getting hurt, emotionally OR physically."

"Yes, there was a great song when Dad and I were young, where the guy says, 'A pretty face don't make no pretty heart.' The same is true for handsome guys. Remember what I told you - having great tits will draw the attention of the fellows, but if that's all their interested in, you'll be disappointed. Look, you're nearly a grown up now, and all I can really do is give you advice and trust in that great head of yours to make the right decisions."

"You know all about STDs and how to protect yourself," she continued, "so if you choose to make love with someone, I know that you'll be safe - at least physically. But there's real truth about only having on 'first time.' You'll want to remember it as something really special. Don't give yourself to the first guy who gets you in the back seat."

"'Making love' doesn't mean sex will produce love if there is not a spark there already. If there is a glowing ember, it will fan the flames, for sure - but try to make sure the feeling is mutual. Look for a guy who will respect you, who cares for you, and who will wait if that's what you choose. For your Dad and me, it was each other."

"Ah, Mom, that's so sweet!"

A shy smile filled Vickie's face as she continued, "I know that you've heard this kind of advice before, but trust me - when it's right, you will know it. I know you think I'm a square, or whatever the term is these days, but I love you and really think you're special. I only want the best for you."

"Oh, Mom, you're not a square - you're the coolest Mom I know, and I'm so glad we can have talks like this. Now, can you help me pick out an outfit for Friday?"

And so began Jane's dating career. Jim was the first to date her, but that didn't last long, for reasons you can guess. There followed a series of other boys, but since Jane was still under 18, you'll have to use your imagination. Suffice to say (if I'm allowed), Jane's nipples were all she needed to get herself off on the better date nights, and she - um - handled the needs of the boys in one way or another without ever taking off her panties. She had never found one who "connected" with her on more than a physical plane. She had fun, for sure, but her Mom was right - she wanted to have her "first time" with someone really special.

On one of the earlier days of the summer between Junior and Senior year, Jane got back from her part time job at the summer camp in the early afternoon and figured it was a good day for doing some sunbathing. Jennifer and her other friends were all away, so it was up to her to entertain herself.

First, of course, was a 10 minute session of nipple stimulation. Jane stripped in her bedroom and assessed her figure in the mirror. Yes, her boobs really did look like they had grown even further. She watched herself as she pulled her nipples straight out, then gave them a twist until her grip on her nips finally gave way. "Oh, that feels SO good," she murmured, repeating the motion over and over.

When she felt her orgasm building, she switched to just a quick pull while holding tight to her nipples, but now she lifted them upwards. Her boobs, while now approaching a C, were still too firm to really bounce more than just a little, but the motion that she could produce was an extra stimulus.

Finally, with the orgasm upon her, she just closed her eyes and focused her attention of the feelings from her nipples and the jolts that traversed to her pussy each time her nipples escaped from her fingers.

"Unnnggghhh ... OH I do SO love my nipples!" she shouted, collapsing in spasms on the bed. Despite her state, she had the presence of mind to check the clock - a full 12 minutes on the nipples for this session; that should keep the hormones on high alert, she thought to herself.

"Alright, now for a little sun." Jane pulled out last year's bikini and found that the bottom would still work okay. The top, though, was another matter. It had been large enough the last time she wore it, but now it looked ridiculously tiny. "Can I even get my boobs into this top?" she asked herself out loud. The cups tried to wrap themselves around the underside of her tits, but even getting her nipples into them was difficult; the upper side of her boobs was out of the question.

"Well, all the neighbors are away and Mom and Dad are still working - what the heck" she said out loud. "I wonder if I can get a tan on my areolas?"

She tried to walk straight to the backyard, but her mother's voice kept ringing in her head: "There's no such thing as a 'healthy tan," and "Apply sunscreen generously, then reapply every few hours." She sighed and carried the tube of sunscreen with her. "Dang, sometimes it's a real drag having a dermatologist for a mother!'

But even with sunscreen, she knew she'd get a LITTLE color, and, as best she could, she enjoyed brushing her nipples with her fingers as she applied the goop to the tops of her boobs, then her face, belly, and legs. Satisfied that she would not burn, she positioned the lawn chair so that the sun would come from over her head to bake the tops of her titties. With great care, she tugged on the top of the bikini so that it fit her just so - both nipples JUST barely covered, but the upper half of each areola right out there in the intense early summer sun. Oh, the naughty thrill was delicious! But the sun was warm and Jane had been up early, and she was soon asleep.

Gee, that sounds like - WAKE UP - THE PATIO DOOR IS OPENING. With a start, Jane sat up, thankful that she hadn't untied the bikini top. THE NIPPLES! Looking down, she saw that those pesky nips were now fully over the tops of the bikini cups. She quickly pulled the fabric up and over them (unwittingly exposing the white underside of her tits, the fabric being too short to cover both nips and undersides), then turned to her Mom, who was still closing the door.

"Hi, Mom - I didn't hear you get home. Guess I must have fallen asleep."

"It is awfully nice out here, and ... Jane, you did remember your sunscreen, right? You look a little pink." Then, a moment later, "That bikini looks like it's too small for you now - I can almost see your areolas poking over the top, and the bottoms of your boobs are showing a bit. We might want to shop for a new one soon." That IS a very sexy look, though, she thought.

Jane liked living on the edge, so she made no further adjustments to the cups, but she felt her nipples start to stiffen as she started to wonder what her tan line (more like "burn line") might look like. "Of course I used the sunscreen - the tube is right here. But," looking at her watch "I guess two hours in this sun can still give you some color." Jane did not respond to the comment about the size of her bikini top; getting a new bikini would mean something more modest, so Jane's preference was to stick with this one, with her nipples barely covered (or underboob showing - now there was a new thrill to contemplate!), for as long as she could.

"Well, let me know if you ended up with a burn. I've always got some creams I can give you to help with the pain."

"Okay, Mom. I'd better go shower now before Dad gets home." Jane smiled inwardly - no follow up on the need for a new suit - YES!

As she peeled off her suit in the bathroom, Jane sucked in her breath - what a wickedly sexy tan line she had! The undersides of her boobs were stark, stark white while her belly and the upper portions of her tits were a light pinkish color - probably not enough exposure to make her peel. But the transition from one to the other? A very sharp line that went straight THROUGH her nipples!

Just looking at her now B cup tits (or were they now C's?) and the amazingly sexy tan line had her hot in seconds, and her nipples were crinkling right up. She gave them a tentative squeeze, to see whether the sun exposure was going to make her nipple stimulation regime painful. Oh, there is a little pain, but not too bad; in fact, it kind of adds to the pleasure. Alright, time for a quick nipple orgasm before the shower! Rubbing her nips with her palms worked very nicely - her pussy lit up in seconds, and the pain sensation was minimal. Stifling a moan, she reached a quick climax, then flushed the toilet to cover the time spent on her nipples and got in the shower.

Dressing for dinner, Jane found that none of her blouses were comfortable, since they rubbed across her tender nipples. Instead of dressing, then, she chose to wear a soft nightgown made of a silky fabric. It felt delicious, especially since she opted not to put on any panties. Vickie gave Jane a knowing look and a gentle smile when she came downstairs, nipples pointing straight out through the nightie, then quietly whispered to Bill that Jane had gotten a little burn, so he should make no comment on what she was wearing; better, he should not even look at her anywhere but straight in the eyes.

It all worked, with Jane relishing the naughtiness of her virtual nudity and the silky feel of the gown against her soft skin. I'm going to have to work up to that tan more slowly next summer - it's certainly a sexy look, she thought to herself.

The summer before her senior year, Jane turned 18 (Bill and Vickie had held Jane back when she was young, hoping to give her a better shot at excelling academically) and poor Bill was having a "hard' time watching his gorgeous daughter walk around the house braless every day. But he held by the rule of never commenting on her clothes, no matter how much it turned him on.

"Vickie, that child of yours is going to drive the boys at school crazy if she shows up without a bra in September," Bill said one night as they stripped for bed.

"Not to mention her father, right, Bill?" Vickie, who was a keen observer of her family's behavior, had noticed Bill's attention to Jane's state of dress, despite his efforts to be covert in watching his daughter's boobs and nipples.

Bill blushed a little and replied, "Yes, well, she does remind me a lot of the way you looked when we first started dating." Then, after a short pause, "You know, speaking of those bygone days, I was wondering whether you still had any of those crop tops hidden away. They were, um, quite 'entertaining' for both of us, weren't they?"




Awakenings Ch. 02



"Oh, I think I might be able to dig one up," Vickie replied, with a mischievous smile. Nude now, she strummed her nipples for a few seconds before shoving her left boob into Bill's waiting mouth, her pussy already hungry for his stiffening cock, her right hand raising her right nipple to her own hungry lips. "God, I'm so glad you love my nipples as much as I do!"

"Mmmph" was all Bill could reply.

Jane, indeed, did head off to school braless that fall, loving the feeling of her new, biggest friends floating free as she walked, rubbing their nipples against the soft fabric of her discreetly opaque blouse. But while no one could see the shadows of her nipples, there was no mistaking the way the poked into the material, nor the way her heavy tits bobbed and swayed. Watching the eyes of all the guys as they followed the motion of her boobs kept her nipples rock hard, while she was thankful for the panty liner, doing its best to sop up her secretions. Always prepared, she had three spares in her purse. She loved the looks she was getting and felt SO sexy being a little naughty at school.

Inevitably, though, some prudish girl had notified the office that one of their students was dressed in an "unseemly" way, and Jane was put on notice to wear a bra from now on. Oh, well. At least she was a very full C by that point, and there were still lots of hours to let her tits hang free at home. Well, technically, her boobs didn't so much "hang" as much as they pushed straight out in front of her! And with a nipple orgasm in the morning, one right after school, and all the nipple play during the homework hours (not to mention before falling asleep), Jane was confident that she was overcoming (over cumming?) any detriment of wearing a bra during school hours.

Back to the present, with Jane in the bathroom stall.

With the sweaters and bra on her lap, Jane started her warmup. She positioned her hands so that they were barely touching her nipples, then slowly rotated her torso so that her boobs swept past her hands, relishing the way her stiff nipples felt rubbing across her palms and fingers.

Then, it was time to speed things up, so she gave her tits a shake. This caused her hard nubs to rub across her palms and fingers with more energy, sending electric current straight to her clit. She couldn't help but to give her nipples a hard pinch (actually, it was part of the plan for Orv), but then, with time short, she really had to take one hand to give her clit a quick rub, then plunged two fingers quickly in and out of her sopping vagina.

Jane loved cumming through nipple play alone only slightly more than teasing boys, and it surprised her how quickly she felt an orgasm coming on. With that realization, she used both hands to pull her nipples sharply upward, with pussy clenches coming when the nipples slipped from her grasp and her boobs bounced up and down on release.

"Unnnghh, yes!" she whispered, the orgasm all but breaking over her. "Just two more times and I'll be there!"

And then she heard the bell go off! Cursing the timing as another mini-orgasm soaked her pussy, she quickly slipped the bra into her purse, then pulled her sleeveless sweater back on. Damn, did her nipples stick out! She had just enough time to wipe away her wetness and pull up her thong and shorts before the throngs of girls arrived from their classrooms. She lay the cardigan between the handles of her purse and went to the sinks to wash up and splash some water on her face.

Jennifer was one of the first ones in the girls' room, and she immediately spotted Jane's bulging nipples and the wobble of her clearly braless tits. "Having some fun, Jane? "That time" three weeks in a row? Oh, that's right... Orv! Good plan!"

Jane saw that her face was noticeably flushed as she washed her hands, then she was frankly a little startled to see how much her areolas and nipples showed through her thin sweater - she could definitely see the brownness contrasting with her white boob flesh. Well, so much the better for her plan! But first, the cardigan had to be put back on so she could avoid another trip to the principal's office. She reluctantly pulled it over her aching nipples, wishing she could have given them more attention.

Hurrying to the cafeteria, she spotted Orv, his face blank, coming from the other direction. Wow, he is tall, broad shouldered, ... really, not bad looking at all. Jane adjusted the cardigan so that her stiff nipples were no longer covered and timed her approach so that she fell into the line right behind Orv, who, typically, seemed to have his head in the clouds.

My god, Jane is right behind me! And I couldn't risk a direct stare, but I could swear I saw her nipples RIGHT THROUGH HER SWEATER! Not just that they were pointy, but the shadow of their color seemed to come through. No, dick, down! If you go stiff, there's not much I can do to hide it. But, oh, my, maybe I can work my elbow into her right tit. Set the tray on the rack, stick out the elbow a little more than needed...

Oh, this is working perfectly, thought Jane. He's got to know his elbow is in my boob, doesn't he? He can't be THAT dense. Mmmm, whatever, I do love to rub my nipple against, well, ANYTHING, but I do like his muscular arms...

Oh, sweet Jesus is her boob soft and big. I could stand here for ... Crap, the line moved again. Pause now, elbow out. Fine dick, I can mostly hide you with the tray. Is she pushing her tit into me more on purpose? Dang, have to move again.

"You know, Orv," Jane said, just loud enough to be heard over the din from the cafeteria, "if you're going to feel up a girl's boob with your elbow, you could at least say hello."

BUSTED (as it were)! Well, at least my dick has beat a rapid retreat. "Oh, I'm so sorry ..." he said, turning to look her square in the eye to "figure out" who was speaking "Jane. I guess I was thinking about a - a math problem," he improvised, turning quickly away after the most fleeing of glimpses at her tits. Crap, I was SO enjoying feeling her boob. And sweet Jesus, her nipples are REALLY poking through that sweater, AND I could see their light brown color. I'll remember THAT view tonight!

"Math problems? Really?? Is the answer pi times D maybe? The circumference of my right one is about 21 inches, the left a little more. But I think just plain 'D' is the answer you were really hoping to know - although cup size is irrelevant at the moment!" The last was whispered into Orv's left ear as Jane leaned in close, rubbing both tits in turn across Orv's arm, pinned as it was to his side. Oh, this is delicious fun, she thought to herself, feeling her juices build again.

She's talking about her boobs! She MUST be. Do real girls talk like that, think like that? Orv's dick was once again engorging, despite his panic. He shrank away from her, but the guy ahead of him, chatting with his buddy, had him trapped, and Jane just moved in closer, this time just lightly grazing his arm with a slow, back and forth motion. Is that her NIPPLE?? What to say now?? "Sorry, um ... no the last calculus problem. Sorry, let me get my food." Elbow in, face beet red, eyes away from Jane, Orv tried hard not to exist. But the more boob pressure was applied to his arm, the more dick pressure built up.

"Yes, I had a problem with that one, too," Jane replied, leaning in hard with her right breast now. This is so much fun! "Did you get it figured out? You're always getting A pluses."

"Um, yes, it took a few minutes, but I got it." By now, Orv's face was turning red, and there was no hiding the bulge in his left pant leg. Thankfully, it was time to lift the lunch tray up and go to checkout. As much as he loved feeling Jane's boobs and nipples, he had to focus on calculus to get his dick in retreat.

From behind, in a louder voice, Jane suggested, "Hey, would you mind if I sit with you so you could show me the math trick you used?"

Jiminy - I've never had a girl sit next to me! And who have guessed the first would be Jane! "Oh, ... okay, if you want. I always sit in the far back."

"Cool," Jane replied, taking a moment to cover her stiff nipples again as they walked past all the other tables of student, chatting loudly. At the last occupied table, she saw Jennifer from behind and turned to catch her eye to give her a wink as she passed. "Game on!" she mouthed.

On the way to their table, Orv's mind raced and his heart was pounding in his chest. He was going to sit with JANE! Sure, Jan's right nipple was a great target of opportunity -but Jane! Jane had been in Orv's head since fourth grade, when he'd started to think of girls as more than brats who couldn't throw well.

Orv had admired Jane in secret from across the room or across the aisle ever since. She was cute, she was smart, and he loved hearing her laugh. Problem was, she was always hanging out with Jennifer. He managed to say "Hi," a few times, but the dismissive looks he got sent him back into withdrawal.

And once she'd gotten boobs, there was always at least one guy hanging around her, usually two or more. He didn't know exactly what his feelings for her were. With Jan's tits, lust was definitely the major factor. With Jane he certainly felt arousal from the boob to elbow contact, but there was something else, too, something that made him a little light headed as they reached the table.

When they arrived, Orv moved to the middle and stood still while Jane moved in beside him.

"What's wrong, Orv? Why aren't you sitting down?"

"Kath - uh, she's my Mom - Kath says that a man should wait for the lady to sit down first."

"Well, aren't you quite the gentleman," Jane replied, feeling a little uncomfortable, yet flattered, with such deferential treatment.

Once settled into the otherwise empty table, Orv immediately pulled out paper and pen, setting it between them, then wrote out the problem from memory. "You see, to differentiate this equation, you first have to ..." Jane, of course, had solved the problem on her own, but asked a few questions to feign some interest. Orv was relieved to have something easy to talk about, and was secretly thrilled to be carrying on a conversation with a real live girl (Jane, no less!) without stumbling over his words.

"May I keep this?" Jane asked when Orv had finished. "I'd like to look at it later."

"Sure, be my guest," replied Orv.

With that, Jane shoved the paper in her purse, right next to her bra, and sidled closer to Orv, almost to the point of having their thighs touch. She glanced at her watch, knowing that Jennifer would discount the tutoring session.

Oh, lord, now what, thought Orv in a panic. I thought sure she'd go back to sit with her friend Jennifer once the math problem was done.

"So now's the time when you engage a - a 'lady' in conversation, Orv." She used the work "lady" with a tone that lacked disparagement - she didn't want to put Orv off, but was amused to think of herself as a "lady." Especially with all the things she'd done with old boyfriends!

"Conversation about what?" Orv asked, getting more uncomfortable by the moment.

"Oh, about anything."

"Well, um ..." Orv mumbled, searching frantically for something to say, then remembering that "A girl always likes to hear a compliment," he managed, "I sure like your hair."

"Well, thanks, Orv, that's nice. But, you see, it doesn't LEAD anywhere."

"Yeah, I guess. ... Do you like your pudding?"

Jane sighed, and thought to herself, this is going to be harder than I thought. "It's fine, but look, I'll show you how it goes. Where are you going to college, Orv?"

Orv hated people who bragged, so he replied vaguely, "In the Boston area."

"There's a lot of schools there, Orv - care to be more specific?"

"Well, people call it Tech."

"Really, that's great! Why did you choose it?"

"Well, I really like science and math, and it's the best."

"Sure is." Then after a longish pause, "Okay, Orv, time to follow up with your lady friend." It had just slipped out, but Jane liked the "lady friend" concept, and she felt an unusual warmth when she said it - different from the warmth that playing with her nipples gave her. Then she reminded herself - hey, you barely know this guy!

Orv, feeling a similar flush, took a moment to put things together, then said, "Um, so you'll be in Boston too, right?"

"I am! How did you know?"

"I guess I overheard you and Jennifer talking about it some time."

Jane pondered this tidbit for a moment. A chance conversation overheard weeks ago - and he remembered it?

"I got into that big school in Boston proper - actually right across the Charles from Tech." She purposely paused to see if Orv could find a follow up.

A moment later, "Hey, that's great! Maybe we'll see each other." Another pause. "How did you choose it?"

"Well, they've got a great pre-med program, and both of my folks went there. Plus I think I'll really like being in a big school right in the city." Orv was tough case, but he seemed to be catching on, at least a little.

Then, switching topics, she asked, "What kind of music do you like?"

"Well, we got a bunch of records from my granddad when he died, and I really like the Beatles."

"Really? I like them too. What's your favorite?"

"Well, their early stuff was sweet. I really like I Want to Hold Your Hand, because I ... well, anyway, it's simple and innocent, not like so much of the stuff today. And Eleanor Rigby makes me sad for my Mom. She's been alone her whole life. Well, except for me. And then I think of Blackbird, since I'd like to see her spread her wings."

"Oh, that is sweet, Orv." Then, unprompted, "I get shivers when I listen to Alone, by Heart. It's kind of haunting and sad. The whole unrequited love thing."

"I know that feeling. But 'Alone?' You've got guys around you all the time."

"Funny, isn't it. You can have lots of 'friends,' but they're all so shallow. I dream of finding a guy who'll look north of my boobs."

Orv immediately froze at the word boobs, but for Jane, it brought her back to her mission. Even though Orv seemed like a really nice guy, and actually kind of fun to talk to, a bet was a bet.

"So tell me, Orv - do you like girls? 'Cause some folks think you might be gay, since we never see you even talking to any girls."

"Um - no way I'm gay, I really do like girls. But I can't think of anything to say."

"Well, we've just had a conversation. Talk to them about anything - college and music are great openers, but also what do they read, what movies have they seen, ..." Then, trying to regain her focus, "but I was pretty sure you liked girls, and this morning I got my proof."

"Your proof?" Orv replied, with some trepidation.

"Tell, me Orv, do you think I'm pretty?" Jane asked, closing the last inch between them so that their thighs came in contact. Orv, in a panic, inched to his left, but it was no use - she just sidled over as well.

"P-Pretty? Why, Jane, I thought you were pretty even before you grew ... even before you grew up," Orv recovered, having stolen only a millisecond long glance at what had really grown - Jane's boobs.

"You meant to say, 'even before I grew boobs,' didn't you, Orv. As for my proof, I saw you stealing peeks at Jan's boobs. I also saw how you reacted to what you saw, big guy!" And with that, she lay a warm hand on the top of Orv's thigh.

"Um - I don't know what you're talking about, Jane," Orv said, again trying, again vainly, to create some space, even as he felt his dick engorging with blood and his face turning red.

"Oh, I think you do, Orv. Jan does have very nice tits, and I've seen her button down shirts gaping open, too. Could you see her bra? Was she even wearing one? I know that sometimes she doesn't. Do you like seeing braless girls? 'Cause you know what? I got so hot thinking of you getting hard looking at Jan's tits that I took off my bra just before lunch."

During this set of observations, Jane had begun to slowly slide her hand up and down Orv's thigh, spreading her fingers out and reaching down further and further into the gap between Orv's legs. Orv could feel his tool growing to full hardness, causing it to nearly poke out the leg hole of his shorts and starting to rise to aim at the underside of the table.

"Uh, Jane, I don't think ..."

"Oh, relax, Orv, it'll be alright. But what about MY boobs? Aren't they nicer than Jan's? I KNOW I'm a cup size bigger. And my nipples, Orv! Do you see how stiff they can get when I think about you?"

"Momma says I shouldn't stare ..." In his panic, "Momma" came out - a term he hadn't used in over a decade.

"But I'm giving you permission, Orv. If you're given the okay, you can look." Jane worked her fingers down just a little lower and finally felt them grazing Orv's penis. Even though she was now feeling a little sorry for Orv, she was now more than turned on, and there was no turning back. He was so hard, and SO long! Jane's nipples now really were at full attention, and she was more than thankful for the panty liner. Still, Orv stared at his plate, saying nothing.

"You are a strange boy, Orv. With every other boy I know, I have to remind them that my eyes are up here; with you, I can't get you to glance below my mouth. Really, Orv, I WANT you to look at my nipples. I need to know that you think they're pretty."

"It's just that your hand ... ," Orv said, turning to her at last, then finally glancing down at her nipples. Oh, god, they are SO amazing! They are sticking out a half inch, at least. And the ring around them, the areola, that soft brown shows through clear as day. Oh, god, I'm going to ...

And with that, Jane squeezed Orv's dick. The squeeze was just enough to push the end of his tool past the opening of his shorts. It was also enough to push him over the edge.

What could he do? This was going to be the worst day in his life. Here he was, in the middle of the cafeteria having an orgasm. What could he do about the jizz? What would Jane do? Would she make a scene? Let the whole lunch crowd know what had happened? He wished he could disappear. Still the feeling of Jane's hand on his cock was one that he would always treasure.

Orv closed his eyes and turned his head back toward his tray. Jane felt his dick grow still harder and longer, then she was rewarded with feeling the contractions forcing gobs and gobs of cum down the length of his penis.

Without the tissue paper in his foreskin, there would have been jets of cum landing on Jennifer's plate. As it was, Orv spread his feet apart and his load plopped onto the floor, building up to a sizeable puddle by the time it was all over. Thankfully, none had landed on his shorts.

Eyes closed now, head still down, he murmured, "I am so sorry, Jane ..."

In truth, although Jane had worked up a plan to get Orv to pop, she hadn't thought through the next steps. He could have gotten mad at her, even hit her, he might have dashed off to the bathroom in embarrassment ... but no, he just sat there, and now HE was apologizing to HER. She was a bundle of emotions, but primarily she felt a little sorry for putting him in this position.

"Actually, that was pretty amazing, Orv," she said softly. "I guess you like my nipples after all. But the bell's about to ring. Here - keep your knees spread but move your feet together - just not onto the load you just dropped." With that, Jane handed Orv a wad of napkins, then slyly dumped a little milk on the hem of her skirt and onto the floor.

"Oh, how clumsy of me!" She said in a voice loud enough for the kids at Jennifer's table to hear. They paused to turn briefly, then their eyes grew wide to see Jane and Orv together, then turned back to whisper about the odd pairing among themselves.

Meanwhile, Jane wriggled down to mop up the floor with two handfuls of napkins. One was for the milk, the other to capture the puddles of jizz - proof positive for Jennifer (and a keepsake for her)! Her position also gave her a close up view of Orv's dick, which had hardly gone down at all. Mmmm, looks tasty, she thought, as thoughts of sex surged back to the fore.




Awakenings Ch. 02



Orv, thinking quickly, pretended to watch Jane clean up, but really used the cover she provided to give his dick a hasty wipe, then to insert a small wad of napkin to catch the ooze that he knew might follow over the next hour.

They finished just as the bell rang, and Orv, though his head was spinning, looked straight into Jane's eyes, said, "Thank you, Jane, for helping me out. Yes, I think you are very pretty - all of you is. And I enjoyed talking with you."

"Um, ... You're welcome, Orv. Nice talking with you, too." Now definitely feeling a little more sorry than proud of what she'd done, Jane hurried off to class. He really is a nice guy, she thought to herself. Yes, strange, very smart, but also handsome, a gentleman, ... and hung! She pulled the napkins out of her purse and sniffed them while pretending to dab her nose. Her nipples stiffened in response, and she made sure the cardigan covered them. She couldn't wait to get home to finish playing with her precious nips in earnest.

The last two periods went by with Orv on autopilot. He couldn't wrap his mind around what had happened over lunch. He'd had a real conversation with a girl - and not just any girl, Jane, the girl who'd been a secret crush of his since fourth grade! And while Jane could have demolished him by making a scene over his orgasm, she'd actually helped him out. Instead of the worst day of his life, this might actually be the best! Hmm - Kath's boob and nipple were surely in contention - but Jane was his own age!

Then he thought more about Jane's boobs, her nipples. Had HE really made her hot? On the one hand, she seemed nice, even sweet. But then, she INVITED him to look at her nipples. God, they were SO stiff! (And with that thought, Orv began to stiffen again himself) And she had rubbed up against him in the lunch line. It was so sudden. It seemed too good to be true - so it probably wasn't. Would she talk to him again?

Orv was still thinking about the encounter as he rode his bike home, his dick engorging once more. Again, he looked down and found that his tool was already part way out of his pant leg. But as he rode on, he realized no one was going to paying any mind to his crotch.

By positioning his cock just to the side of the seat just right, and by rubbing his leg just so, Orv found that he could give his dick a pretty good rub with his thigh. Oh, this is so hot and so naughty, riding along with most of my hard dick in the open, rubbing myself off without even using my hands!

The route home included a short bike path through a woody section, and Orv rubbed his leg against his cock with extra pressure when he got to the path. Then, quite suddenly and to his surprise, another orgasm overtook him! He stopped the bike before crashing, and let the waves take over his body. Glancing around, he was relieved to see no one in sight. He pulled out his handkerchief and cleaned himself up as best as he could, then continued home. Jane - could this be for real?

Meanwhile, Jennifer was catching up with Jane, who uncharacteristically, had not waited for her and was walking more quickly than usual.

"What's up, Jane - what's the hurry? Did you do it? Did popcorn boy pop? Or did you suck him off while you were on the floor?"

"Suck him off in the cafeteria? I'm bold, but not that bold. Yes, I got him to talk to me for more than five minutes, and yes, I got him to pop. Here's the proof," she said, handing Jennifer the wad of napkins.

"Wow, he really dropped a load, didn't he!"

"Yeah, but it wasn't what I expected. He was really sweet, Jennifer. He even thanked me for helping him clean up after he came. But I can tell you, he's really hung. I'm having a hard time sorting out whether I'm sorry about what I did, or whether I'm turned on."

"YOU? Sorry? The queen of the prick tease? I bet I know one reason you're hurrying home - to play with your nipples some more!"

"Well, there is that ... Oh, and don't forget that dildo of your Mom's!"

"Right - I think she travels next month."

"You know what Jennifer? Did you mention our bet to anyone else? 'Cause I'm thinking this would be a good secret for just us."

"No, I thought about it, but all the kids wanted to do was talk about band that got chosen to play at the prom. Mr. Strictland and some guy named Mr. Lewis said my Marty's band was too loud, so they went with another group - Melvin Berry and the Quasars, I think. They play retro stuff, like from 1955 - 1985; really rocked at Valley Hill High last year. They might even re-theme the dance to Enchantment Under the Stars. Say, are you still planning to go, now that you're not seeing George anymore?"

"I haven't decided. Griff 'informed me' that I was going with him, but he's such a lout I just pulled his meat hooks off me and walked away."

"Meat hooks??"

"His big hands. I was watching this old movie ... never mind, suffice to say I'm NOT going with Griff."

"Yeah, Griff is bad news. Tried to recruit Marty into some hare brained payroll heist scheme; called him chicken for not joining. But Marty Senior calmed him down. Seems bad news runs in Griff's family. His old man preyed on what he thought were vulnerable girls, forcing himself on them. Rumor has it he got away with knocking up at least one poor girl before getting trapped in a shotgun wedding when he knocked up another one. Turns out she was more nasty than vulnerable, with a worse father - forced the wedding on both of them. Griff was is his kid. Talk about the worst trifecta in history - a double dose of bad nature plus even worse nurture."

"Anyway," Jennifer continued, "you really want to keep this hush-hush?"

"Yeah, I kind of do."

"Okay, if that's what you want. Wait - are you getting soft on Orv??"

"Oh, don't be silly. But he's too nice a guy to drag through the mud. That would be sorta like killing a mockingbird. ... Anyway, don't forget the dildo!"

"Sure thing."

By now they were home and parted ways. "Don't do anything that I wouldn't do!" Jennifer called.

"It won't be hard to stay within those guidelines," Jane called back with a smile and a laugh.

In no time, Jane was naked and watching in the mirror as she tugged on her nipples. Oh, man, did it feel good to be alone with them with no chance of a bell ringing! She lifted her breasts to herself, first glancing down at her nips directly, then taking in their beauty in the mirror. Her aureoles were already tightly crinkled, and she was glad for the old towel she was sitting on, since her pussy juices were really flowing.

She relived the day, remembering how Orv had stolen glances at Jan's boobs and how big the tent was in his shorts in response; how she'd rubbed her nipples on the desk (now, she used the backs of her hands to imitate the feel); how she'd reached a small nipple orgasm in the restroom; how she'd teased Orv in the lunch line, first with the fullness of her right tit, then with just nipple contact; and then how she'd gotten him to look at her nipples while she'd squeezed him into orgasm. Oh, it had felt so good to feel his jizz erupting out of his huge, hard dick!

Feeling her own orgasm fast approaching, she lifted her left breast to her mouth, first running her tongue around the areola, then flicking the very stiff nipple back and forth. She was so wet now! Closing her eyes, she pulled the nipple into her mouth, gently biting the elongated nip with her teeth while running her tongue back and forth over the sensitive end.

Then, from nowhere, she had a vision that it was Orv's mouth on her breast, his tongue and his teeth on her nipple - and she moaned and moaned as wave after wave of spasms wracked her body to the core!

When Kath got home that night, Orv greeted her with, "Guess what, Mom - I think I'm going to ask Jane to the Senior Prom!"



Awakenings Ch. 02



Dad came into the bathroom while I was examining myself. I was totally embarrassed, but when I looked over he was stroking his cock while he watched me. It had already grown several inches. Not sure what to do, I dropped to my knees and took it in my mouth. It quickly grew to full length. Once again I tried taking it in my throat and got about an inch farther than last time but still far short of the entire 12 inches. That was when daddy pulled out and lifted me off the floor.

"Okay, sweetheart, time to climb up on daddy's hard cock. It's ready for you, baby." 

Daddy sat on the toilet lid. His huge cock rose from his lap like a battering ram. He took my hands and pulled me towards him. I straddled his legs and move forward until I could feel his cock running up between us almost to my bellybutton. He pulled me to him, sucking on my sensitive little titties while working two of his large fingers deep into my cunt. When I was really hot he pulled away and instructed me what to do next.

"Jenny, my little sweetie, you're going to fuck me at your own pace. You just take my cock in your hand and put it up to your pussy. Then lower yourself down on it. Just keep moving up and down, letting it go deeper each time. I won't move a muscle. You just keep fucking me until I shoot cum into your sweet little pussy." 

I reached down and grabbed his massive tool. I had to stand on my toes and tilt my ass before I could get the tip of his cock between my legs. I rubbed the large, bulbous head back and forth across my slippery gash to open my cunt lips. The pressure was intense. I finally worked the head into my opening. I eased the head inside me then took it back out and continued rubbing my cunt lips over the tip, letting it slide across my clit and then back towards my fuck hole. My pussy gushed all over his cock as I had a quick and unexpected orgasm. 

I was gasping and shrieking as I worked my pussy furiously against his cock. I felt it slip back inside me causing me to shriek as another jolt of pleasure shot through my body. I lifted up and slammed down on his engorged meat driving it deeper into my cunt. Each time I lifted up and slammed down I drove him deeper and my orgasm became even more intense. I finally hit bottom when a little more than half his cock was inside me. 

Cunt juices were pouring down his shafted making it easier for me to lift up and slam down on him. I felt him go even deeper inside me, burrowing his way up towards my belly. I wasn't sure how this was possible, but I didn't care. At the moment, I felt like I wanted to stay stuffed full of his cock for the rest of my life. I felt something warm blast into my gut and realized he was shooting cum into my pussy. I lifted up and slammed down as another blast filled my cunt. He kept filling me with seed until I could feel the pressure inside me forcing it from my cunt lips.

When he was finished I collapsed against his chest and let his cock slowly deflate inside me. Occasionally my cunt would twitch around its massive girth releasing more cum and cunt juice from inside me. After several minutes he gently lifted me off him, then picked me up and carried me to my bed where I quickly fell asleep from exhaustion.



Awakenings Ch. 03



I found an old notebook as I was cleaning out the attic of the house we recently bought. It was handwritten by a girl named Jenny. I couldn't believe the story that unfolded as I read those old and worn pages written in ink. I decided it was too good and needed to be shared with the world. Here is Part 3, unedited.

I woke up later that night starved. I headed for the kitchen but stopped when I heard noises coming from my parent's room. I put my ear to the door and heard my mom spewing obscenities as dad rammed his hot poker up her cunt.

"Oh god yes... fuck me... fuck me harder, John... shove it up my cunt... uuuunnngggghhhh... deeper... yes... that's it... ooooohhhh... oh fuck... I'm gonna cum all over your cock... AAAAAHHHHH. UUUUNNNNGGGHHH."

I cracked open the door to peek. Both bedside lamps were on so I had a perfect view. Dad was on top of mom slamming his cock repeatedly deep into her cunt. Mom had her legs pulled back with her feet sticking in the air shaking uncontrollably as though someone had hit a nerve ending. Her hands were clawing at his back leaving red marks with her fingernails. Her head was flopping around and she was biting her lip. Dad just kept pounding his cock into mom making wet squishing sounds on each thrust. His cock glistened over its whole length, and I could see her cunt juice dripping from his balls as they smacked against her ass.

"Put it in my ass, John. Fuck me in the ass. Oh baby I want you to shoot your cum in my ass. Please."

Dad pulled his huge dripping cock from her pussy. He juice up two fingers with her cum and inserted one, then the other in her ass. He rotated them around inside her to loosen her butt hole. He shoved his cock back up her cunt to load it with pussy juice, then pushed her legs back even further, positioned the head against her little brown nub. Mom grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Dad rotated his hips, pressing in until the head popped into her asshole. Mom wrapped her hand around his cock to guide him as he fucked his cock deeper and deeper up her ass. I was amazed when he eventually worked all twelve inches into her bowels. Then he fucked her ass, slowly at first but with increasing tempo until her was hammering her on each stroke.

Mom was losing control again. I could see juices pouring from her cunt onto dad's cock, giving him extra lubrication as he pounded her ass. She was rubbing her clit hard with one hand and pinching her nipples with the other. Meanwhile, I had my hand in my panties working on a big cum I could feel building inside me. Just as mom started screaming, I also gasped and felt pussy gush over my fingers and into my panties. I kept rubbing my clit and continued to cum over and over. I heard dad grunt and saw his face grimace just before he dumped his hot load deep into mom's bowels. She started cumming all over again. I felt my cunt quiver one last time pouring another gush of juice over my fingers. 

I quietly closed the door and went into the kitchen to get a snack. I couldn't stop thinking about mom getting dad's dick up her ass. I wanted to know what it felt like, so I took a carrot and a small bottle of oil back to my room. I took off my panties and climbed in bed. Then I rubbed oil over my asshole and worked my middle finger inside. I fought the sensation at first, but when I relaxed I could feel a warm, erotic sensation spreading in me. I oiled the carrot and, reaching around behind my leg, shoved about an inch into my ass. I slowly worked it deeper and deeper until most of the seven or eight inches was in me. I fucked my ass, slowly at first but with increasing tempo. 

I was tempted to touch my pussy, but I wanted this to be an ass cum. I rolled onto my stomach and fucked my ass up onto the carrot as I held it with a hand behind me. My head was spinning and I could feel my legs shaking. Suddenly the dam burst. I squealed. My pussy gushed onto the sheets. I kept hammering the carrot up my ass and my pussy kept cumming. Finally I collapsed exhausted from my first ass fuck. I couldn't wait to get a real cock in there.

I dozed off quickly, but was awakened later by someone whispering my name. I opened my eyes and saw my brother standing over me wearing only his boxers with a hard-on poking out through the front. It was swaying no more than six inches above my face.

"Hey sis, I really need a blow job. I'm so fucking horny. How about it?"

I looked up at him and could feel my pussy tingling. That gave me an idea.

"Okay. But then you have to do something for me. I wanna get fucked in the ass."

"Sure, sis, anything you say. Just get your lips around my cock right now. I'm about to explode."

I sat up on the side of the bed, leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his throbbing manhood. I licked around his head and then took him deep in my mouth. There was a powerful and pungent taste to his cock, which I knew could only have come from a stale mixture of pussy juice and cum. My brother had been fucking someone else earlier in the evening and hadn't cleaned himself. I ministered to him for another minute or so until he was visibly excited, then pulled away and looked up at him.

"So who's the lucky girl that had her cunt filled with your cock tonight? I can taste her on you. And I know you shot your load in her pussy cause I can taste your cum as well. I thought you were with mom."

John looked shocked. He stammered about how maybe it was left over from when we did it this morning. I just laughed and said a girl knows how her own pussy tastes and that definitely isn't me. I then put him back in my mouth and continued sucking until I thought he was close to a cum.

"You want to cum in my mouth and then do me in the ass, or do you want to fuck my ass now."

"Oh god, sis, finish me now. That's it, baby, take it in your throat. I'm gonna cum, Jenny, get ready. AAAAAHHHHH... UUUUHHHHHH..."

And unload he did. Hot cum was spraying into my mouth in streams. I couldn't even begin to swallow fast enough and could feel it drooling down my chin and neck. I pulled him from my mouth and took the last few blasts in the face. By the time he was finished I was a mess.

"Not bad for a guy who has already pumped at least one load into someone's pussy. Do I know her?"

"Look, just drop it. Where did you learn about ass fucking anyway?"

I told him about mom and dad and his eyes got big. He just kept shaking his head and saying he couldn't believe that mom wanted to do that. Then I asked him if he would eat my pussy while I sucked him hard again. He got up on the bed and I straddled his face, clamping my pussy over his mouth and rubbing it back and forth over his nose and lips. I was just about to lean forward to suck his cock when he pulled his face away.

"Hey, I think I can taste someone's not so stale cum in your cunt. So tell me sis, who have you been fucking?"

I figured he was probably bluffing because I had showered, but I had nothing to hide.

"Well, as a matter of fact, I've been fucked by two other cocks since yours this morning. So there."

John looking a little stunned asked, "Anyone I know?"

So I told him all about Mr. Kelty after school yesterday and Mr. Hayes and Miss Carter at school this morning. He just sat there wide mouthed as I relayed the sordid details. I could see his cock rapidly growing back to hardness.

"Jesus. Miss Carter? We had heard a rumor that Mr. Hayes was banging some of the girls in detention, but we always thought Miss Carter was a prude. Anyway, Mr. Hayes is only one. You said there were two."

"Okay, but ya gotta promise not to tell anyone. Particularly mom."

I told him the whole story of dad and me and he just kept shaking his head. When I finished I said that he had to tell me about tonight or I might change my mind about the ass fucking. Looking over at his throbbing cock I knew he wouldn't risk that. So he proceeded to tell me about the evening's events.

"Well, you see, it all started about three weeks ago. I was in the shower when mom walked into the bathroom. I didn't see her at first, but she got a good look at me wailing away on my cock. I almost died, but she just smiled at me, then turned around and walked out.

"A few weeks later I thought everyone was out. I went into mom and dad's bathroom to get some shaving lotion and there was mom standing in front of the mirror wearing a pair of really sexy black thong panties and a matching bra that barely hid her nipples... and nothing else. I turned four shades of red, excused myself and turned to leave. Mom insisted I stay and asked me to look at her. Then she asked if I thought she had a nice body, putting her hands on her hips and posing like a model. I mean shit Jen, this was our mom. I could feel my cock getting hard and stammered something about her being really hot which I regretted saying the second I said it.

"Then mom started talking about walking in on me in the shower and how glad she was to see that I liked to masturbate. She went on and on about how natural it is and that girls do it too. The next thing she said almost floored me. She said that she still does it all the time when dad's not around. Then she told me that after seeing me in the shower, she was so excited she went to her room and masturbated for an hour. All the time she was saying this, she was striking really sexy poses and running her fingers across her body without touching herself anywhere too private.

"Jen, my pants were about to split at the seams, and mom knew it from the glances she kept taking of my bulge. What she said next really floored me... 'John, I believe you want to masturbate right now, don't you? You can do it here in front of me, I don't mind. Pull your pants down, John. Come on, listen to your mother."

I didn't know what to do. I mean I wasn't going to argue with mom. Soon my pants and boxers were around my ankles and my cock was waving hard in front of her. Then she said she wanted to do a little dance for me.

"Jen, I still can't believe I had my pants down around my ankles and my throbbing cock in my hand with mom not only watching, but also trying to help stimulate me. She was swaying back and forth while moving her hands along her legs, ass, hips and then cupping her tits before extending them in the air. She turned her back to me and gyrated her ass, spreading her legs so I could see the outline of her cunt through the thin material of her panties. Finally, she turned back around and unsnapped her bra freeing two of the finest tits on earth. She started playing with them and dancing closer and closer until she was less than a foot away. She shoved her hand into her panties and said, 'let's cum together, sweetheart.'

"Well, I had just about peaked. Cum was churning in my balls. Mom moved even closer and said, 'Cum on me, baby. Cum on your mama. I want to feel your hot juices splashing on my tummy. I want to feel it run down into my panties and over my cunt. Hurry up, baby.' Well that did it for me. A huge eruption streamed steadily from my cock, shooting up between her tits and all over her stomach. This was followed by a second , third and fourth blast. Just as I thought I was nearing the end I got a second wind and began spewing even more spurts of cum onto mom.

"I looked up at mom and realized she was having an orgasm at the same time. Her body was shaking and she was gasping for air. This went on for a while after I was finished. She finally regained her composure, stepped back and looked down at herself. She was covered in cum from her tits to her toes since much of it had streaked down onto and into her panties and then down her legs. Her panties were soaked and had a few white blotches clinging to the crotch. She just laughed, kissed me on the cheek and left. 

"Mom never said anything and I just pretended it didn't happen until tonight. Mom packed a little picnic lunch and suggested we eat in the park since the meeting wasn't until seven. She pulled into this secluded area with bushes all around and a table in the middle. She put out all kinds of food, then sat down across from me and started. But Jen, she wasn't just eating it, she was making love to it with her mouth and staring right at me while she did it. She put down the chicken and scooped two fingers into her yogurt and then shoved them deep into her mouth. She did it again only this time she smeared the yogurt over her lips and let it dribble from her mouth. By now my woody wanted out of my jeans but all I could do was shift it around so it wasn't in so much discomfort. 

'Oh honey, has mommy given you a hard-on? Here, let me help.'

"With that mom got up and came over to my side of the table. Standing behind me she reached around and unbuckled my jeans. My cock poked up through the slit in my boxers. Mom wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

'Oh my, look what we have here. My little boy is all grown up. Now what are we going to do about that?'

Mom pulled off her jeans, then straddled me wearing a pair of sexy white cotton panties. She rubbed her pussy against my shaft and unbuttoned her blouse. Then she pushed her tits up above her bra, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. My cock was about to explode.

'How about a little dessert, sweetheart?'

"Mom picked up a piece of cherry pie and shoved it down the front of her panties, squishing it against her pussy. Then she got up on the table and sat in the rest of the pie, squirming her ass into it and making a complete mess of her panties. She lifted her ass, pulled her stained panties down to her knees and sat back in the pie. Red paste with pieces of cherry and pie crust clung to her naturally red pussy hair. She pulled her panties all the way off handing them to me, then climbed up on all fours with her cherry stained ass and pussy fully exposed less than a foot from my face.

'Would you be a good boy and use your tongue to clean up the mess all over mommy's pussy.'

I was so fucking horny, Jen, that I dove in like I hadn't eaten for a week. I buried my face in her ass and began licking and slurping both her pussy and ass. The combined taste of the pie mixed with her flowing cunt juices was really erotic. I could feel my cock throbbing and thought I might actually cum without even touching it. Mom was grinding her ass in my face and begging me to lick her cunt and make her cum. After sucking her cunt and licking her ass for several minutes my face looked like a cherry pie. I could tell mom was close so I shoved two fingers into her pussy. She exploded and started gushing cunt slime all over my face. I kept licking and sucking and she kept cumming for about a minute before she finally regained control.

"Mom climbed off the table, straddled my legs and lowered her slimy cunt over my throbbing cock. She was telling me how good my cock felt in her pussy and begged me to cum inside. She didn't have to wait long. My head was spinning. I felt all my energy rush to my balls. I grunted just as my cock blew a huge load into her waiting pussy. Mom kept pumping her cunt up and down on my spewing cock until I could feel it leaking onto my balls. When I was finished she pressed her pussy hard against my pelvic bone burying my cock deep inside her. I could feel the walls of her cunt twitching against my cock which stayed hard inside her. 

"After catching my breath we started fucking again. A little bit later she stood, propped her arms on the table and motioned for me to fuck her from behind. She had another orgasm when I squeezed her tits and again after rubbing her clit. Then she pushed the food to the side and got on the table on her back. I climbed on top and shoved my cock back up her cunt. She began talking dirty again.

'Oh baby, shove your beautiful cock up my cunt... that's it... fuck me... fuck me harder... make me cum sweetie... make your mommy's pussy gush all over your cock... ooooohhhhh... shove it in me... aaaahhhhhh... cum with me baby... cum in mommy's cunt... uuuuhhhhh."

"I was really close to a second cum and began hammering mom's cunt hard and fast. I felt her whole body tense and her fingernails dig into my back. She let loose with a high pitched scream as her body was consumed with orgasm. I could feel juices pouring from her cunt and dripping down my balls. I couldn't take it anymore. My balls shrunk, my cock swelled and I began filling mom's cunt with a second load of cum. When we were both finally spent, we just lay there on the table breathing hard as my cock slowly deflated inside her cum filled cunt. When I finally pulled out I felt a flood of cum and cunt juice gush out all over my cock and the top of the table.

"Mom left her panties on the table and pulled on her jeans. I cleaned my face and pulled my clothes back in place. We left for school. On the way home, mom pulled off on a dirt road. She unzipped my jeans and suck edmy cock. When I was good and hard, mom pulled one leg from her jeans, straddled my lap and shoved my cock into her cunt. Within five minutes we were both cumming. After we finished she pulled back on her jeans and drove home. I figured she had fucked me because dad wasn't giving her enough. When you told me how they were going at it tonight I figured she was probably just a nymphomaniac."

Telling me about mom had John hard again and I was definitely ready for an ass fuck. I took a bottle of baby oil from my dresser and lubed his cock by rubbing my hands up and down his shaft and over the nob. When he was good and slick I got face down on the bed, spread my legs and rubbed baby oil over my asshole, working two fingers inside. Then I spread my ass cheeks as John positioned himself behind me. I felt him press his cock against my sphincter and press in until he popped into my ass. He pushed deeper and the pressure almost seemed unbearable. He pulled back out then shoved back in even deeper. I tightened up, and could feel my ass trying to push him out as he drove deeper. 

I was beginning to think this was a mistake, but then I remembered how much mom enjoyed dad's cock in her ass. I quit fighting him and felt my ass open to his thrusts. By the time he was all the way in me I had the rhythm figured out. Unbearable pressure turned to unbearable pleasure. I began to whimper. Juices flowed from my cunt as I neared a big cum. John kept pounding my ass until I felt my head spinning. My whole body shook in my first ass fuck orgasm. 

I rolled over, pulled my legs back by my ears and waited for John to reenter my ass from on top. Watching his cock move in and out of my sphincter was a real turn-on. Filth started spewing from my mouth.

"Oh god, fuck my ass... harder... shove it deep... that's it... cum in my ass... yessss... oooohhhhh... I'm gonna cum... here it is... harder... AAAAHHHH... UUUNNNGGGHHH..."

I was thrashing and jerking on the bed as John repeatedly speared my asshole. I could actually see pussy juice pouring from my cunt and trickling through my pubes. I saw John's face scrunch up and then felt something warm filling my bowels. This sent me into a second wave of orgasm which lasted until he finally pulled his limp cock from my cum-filled ass.



Awakenings Ch. 03



Jennifer sat up. The wood of the floor felt good on her bare ass. Her pussy felt raw from being eaten out by Angela and then by Eric. She gingerly touched her clit. She jumped from the electric sensation caused by the contact, and started to rub herself again. She felt horny again, and very sluttish. She knew her life would never be the same.

It was hard to believe that she was wondering how sex would feel like earlier this morning. Then she met Eric, then Angela, and now her sexual initiation was almost complete. She had made it with a woman, sucked and deep-throated a cock, and now she was about to get fucked for the very first time. All in one afternoon!

Angela got up from the floor, wobbling a little, and went to the kitchen. She came back with a plate of cheeses, a pitcher of orange juice, and three glasses. She put the plate in the center of the trio, and poured the juice for them. She sat back down cross-legged and started nibbling on some cheese.

"Eat," she said. "You both are going to need your strength."

Eric sat up. He reached for the juice Angela poured, and drained the glass in one shot. He poured himself some more, and started to drink that one more slowly.

Jennifer grabbed her juice and a couple of cheese sticks. She placed the cold glass of juice firmly against her pussy, shivering, and nibbled on the cheese.

"Oh, this feels nice," Jennifer said of the glass at her snatch.

Angela laughed, and followed suit, purring at the sensation. "You're right," she said, "this does feel good! So soothing!"

"Now that's not fair!" Eric said. "I have to wrap something cold around my crotch to cool it down!"

"Don't worry dear," Angela said, "I'll cool you down later. Right now, we need that monster of yours at operating temperature!"

Jennifer giggled. She was eating to regain her strength.

"What have you got in mind, hon?" Eric asked.

"Oh, I don't know, right offhand...maybe cuffs and bedrails..."

Eric looked at her "Excellent!" he said.

Angela looked at Jennifer. "Finish up your juice, dear," she said to her. 

Jennifer grabbed her juice and gulped it down, then finished her cheese. She accepted Angela's hand when she got up and came over to her. Angela led the way to the back of the house, towards the master bedroom.

Jennifer watched Angela as she walked. She was about the same height as her. Her hips were sweetly flared, slightly bruised from their romp. She saw her tits in her mind: Sweet; A good 38C. Her pussy was lightly covered with red pubic hair, and delicious. Jennifer felt the shiver of lust starting deep in her pussy again.

The two women entered Angela and Eric's bedroom. Jennifer gasped. The bed was a true four-poster, made of mahogany. There was a net chair hanging from the ceiling to one side of the room. There was also a gymnastic "horse" on the other side of the room with what looked like manacles wrapped around one of the pommels.

Angela continued through the bedroom and into the bathroom on the other side.

"Come in, Jen," she said. "We need to clean you up. What am I saying? We BOTH need to clean up! Phew! We reek!"

Jennifer giggled, and had to agree. Their little tryst earlier left them extremely satisfied, but sweaty. Attacking Eric as they had did not help matters any in that department either.

Angela turned on the shower, and both of them stepped in. Jennifer loved the feel of the water on her body. She washed her body as Angela washed her hair, then they switched places. In about 15 minutes, both women stepped out, their bodies glistening from the water, and both looked like drowned dogs as well as their hair hung limp from the washing. They gingerly dried each other off, careful around the bruising. Jennifer was surprised to find some around her crotch and back.

When the women walked back into the bedroom, they found Eric sitting on a chair he dragged in from the dining room. He was still naked, and his dick was still hard. He looked at the women and smiled.

"I was wondering when you two would finish," he said.

"Just did," Angela said. "We had to clean up for you. Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Jennifer? How about you?"

Jennifer looked at Angela, then Eric. Up until now she dealt with her upcoming deflowering with detached thoughts and fantasies. Now she wasn't sure. She knew that her lust level was still high, but this was another big step for her.

"Um, I guess so," she finally said.

Angela leaned in close. "Don't worry, lover," she told her, "I'll make sure you will love this."

Jennifer nodded. Eric got up and came over to her, and hugged her. Jennifer smelled his man smell, and her head swooned a bit. Eric caught her.

"I love that smell," she told him.

"Carry her over to the bed, Hon." Angela told him.

Eric picked up Jennifer and carried her to the bed and gingerly laid her down. He climbed into bed with her, then stroked her hair.

"Jennifer, if you are uncomfortable with this, we can stop right now," he said to her. "I want you to enjoy this, but if you aren't ready, I will understand."

"No, I want you to do this," Jennifer said, with more conviction than she felt. "When I first saw you, I knew that I wanted to be with you. I have not been with another man before, and I wanted the first time to be a special one. Then I met you, then Angela, and I found that I was attracted to her too. I was wanton! Then you came in, and I followed Angela's lead and attacked you. I was curious about your cock. I never saw one before, and I was hot for it once I did. I took it into my mouth, and I swallowed it too. I loved the taste of your precum. I wanted to feel your mouth on my clit and pussy. You licked me and tongue fucked me until I came again. My body is still buzzing from that, and my pussy tingles from thinking of what you'll do to it" She then decided. "Please. Do it. Fuck me."

Eric lowered his head and tenderly kissed Jennifer. She found his lips sweet. He parted her lips with his tongue, exploring the inside of her mouth. Jennifer put her tongue in his mouth as she could. Her hands found his back and butt, and his hand cupped and massaged her tit, paying special attention to the nipple.

Angela pulled up the chair Eric was sitting in and sat down. She spread her legs and started to play with her pussy, rubbing her clit softly as she watched her man making love to their new neighbor.

Eric shifted position and kissed Jennifer's neck, gently sucking on it. His right hand started moving down her body towards her pussy. As his fingers made contact with her clit, Jennifer gasped.

"Oh, yes!" she breathed. "Yes!"

Eric started to massage her pussy, placing two, then three fingers into her hole. He rubbed her clit with his thumb. Jennifer gasped as his fingers worked in and out of her.

"That's it hon," Angela said, "Make her hot with your fingers! Work her pussy!"

Eric looked at Angela and smiled. She was working her own pussy with her hand, while the other hand grabbed at her tits. He returned to kissing Jennifer's body, working towards her tits.

Jennifer's hand found Eric's cock and grabbed it. Eric grunted. Jennifer started to stroke him in time with his fingers ramming in and out of her. Her lust was growing with each thrust, and a slight pain in her pussy. His thumb kept a constant pressure in the circular strokes on her clit, and she jumped with each round.

The foreplay continued for a few minutes more. Then Angela, her pussy dripping with juice, got up and pulled the manacles off the horse. She walked to the bed and addressed the two of them.

"Now," she said, "I'm going to lock your hands above your head, Jen love. Eric, Kneel at the edge of the bed. Good." Eric moved to the edge of the bed and did as instructed. He watched as Angela locked Jennifer's hands to the bedrail with the manacles, then placed her hand on Jennifer's snatch and inserted two fingers. Angela leaned in close.

"Now listen to me," She whispered to Jennifer. "I am massaging your twat so it is pliable. Eric will be fucking you in a moment. Your cherry will pop, and you will feel a moment of pain, and then you'll feel a lust that is stronger than you have ever experienced. Now bend your knees." Angela rose up. "Eric, fuck her now."

Angela removed her fingers from Jennifer's soaked pussy. Jennifer lifted her knees and raised her hips a little. Eric moved to between her legs and positioned the head of his cock at the opening of her pussy.

"Ram that thing into her hard, hon. Make her feel it!"

Eric tensed, and then shoved the entire length of his achingly hard member into Jennifer's wet and waiting pussy. His cock pushed past the cherry, tearing it asunder. Jennifer screamed in pain. Eric held his dick inside her until she calmed down. Angela was helping her by stroking her hair and kissing her. In a few moments, however, Eric felt Jennifer move her hips and squeezing his cock with her pussy muscles. 

"Man, you are so tight," he managed to say through gritted teeth.

Jennifer's mind exploded. As soon as Eric's cock had pushed past her cherry, she felt a ripping sensation and then a momentary pain. She had screamed more from the surprise than the pain. She felt a loss of innocence at that moment, but, curiously, not a sense of loss. She concluded she WANTED to lose it, and wanted to complete her trip from virgin to slut. She thrilled at the feel of his cock buried deep within her, stretching her to the limit. She started to move against him.

Eric took the clue, then started to pump. He started slow at first, easing his cock in and out of her. Jennifer matched his motions with her hips. Soon, he started to pound harder and harder into her.

"Oh fuck!!" Jennifer gasped, in wanton lust, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! Harder!"

Angela unlocked the manacles on Jennifer's wrists, freeing her from the headboard. Her hands immediately found his neck, finding the leverage so she could shove her pussy on Eric's dick in rhythm with his pumping. She lifted her feet and dug her heels into Eric's ass. She slammed her pussy on his cock as fast as he was pumping.

Moans of pleasure escaped Jennifer. Eric then turned her on her side and continued fucking her. The sensation doubled, and Jennifer laid there, eyes glazed, moaning.

Suddenly, Eric withdrew and got off the bed. Jennifer looked up at him with a needful look on her face, wondering why he stopped.

"Get on the floor, slut," Eric said huskily. "Get on your knees."

Angela looked at Eric and gasped. The look of pure lust on his face was awesome! She saw that his cock had a little precum at the tip. She knelt in front of him and took his cock into her mouth, licking the entire shaft. She tasted a little blood, driving her lust higher with the knowledge that he had just deflowered Jennifer.

"Ooh, that feels good, you little whore," he said to her. "Suck my dick until she gets into position. Then I want your head under her, licking her clit and my balls while I fuck the shit out of her!"

When she didn't answer, Eric grabbed Angela by the hair and pulled her head painfully back and off his dick.

"Did you hear me, whore?" he snarled.

Angela winced in pain. This was something new, and she found herself thrilled by it. "Yes, Master," She found herself saying. She realized he had taken full control of this encounter..

Jennifer heard them, and a new thrill infused her consciousness. Once she was on her knees, she took the cue, and responded in kind.

"I am ready, master," Jennifer said, trembling. Oh, how she wanted that cock in her again!

"You can wait, slut!" he shouted at her. "Now, suck my dick, whore!"

Eric shoved Angela's face on his dick again and forcefully shoved it into her mouth, choking her.

Angela dared not refuse. In her mind, she started to see her boyfriend as more than a lover. He was a master! She thrilled at this new game

Eric pulled her head back, then shoved it all the way in again.

Angela accepted this, getting even more excited. She started to rub her clit while Eric shoved his dick into her throat. She started to really suck his member, licking the head, and running her teeth down the shaft.

Eric suddenly pulled his cock out of Angela's mouth. "Get into position, whore," he said.

Angela got on her back and moved underneath Jennifer. Then Eric knelt down behind Jennifer, rubbing his dick along her pussy.

"You want this, slut?" He snarled.

"Yes, master."

"You want it hard?"

"Yes, master."

"You want it to hurt?" He positioned his dick at the opening.

"Yes, master."

"Then take it!" He rammed the full length of his cock into her very tight snatch.

Jennifer gasped, then bit her lip. It hurt terribly, but felt good at the same time. Eric pulled almost all the way out then rammed it in again.

Angela started to lick Jennifer's clit and Eric's balls, as instructed.

Eric continued his onslaught, shoving his cock into this wonderful slut's pussy as hard and as fast as he could. He felt Angela's tongue on his balls with each stroke, and he felt Jennifer's pussy relaxing a little. 

Jennifer kept gasping with each stroke. She grasped at the rug on the floor for support. She couldn't believe that a cock was mercilessly slamming her pussy. All her fantasies were now a reality, and she was in heaven.

Angela was so turned on by this turn of events. She maneuvered her body under Jennifer, bringing her pussy closer to Jennifer's mouth. Jennifer took the hint and buried her face in it, savoring the flavor.

Eric continued fucking Jennifer. Jennifer pushed herself back on his dick as hard as he was fucking her, and eating Angela's pussy. Angela kept pushing her pussy harder into Jennifer's mouth and licking her clit and Eric's balls. This erotic threesome lasted only 5 minutes before all three felt the stirrings of orgasms.

"Oh god!" Eric yelled. "I'M GONNA CUM HARD!"

"I-I-I'M CUMMING!!" Angela screamed.

"MMMMMPPPHH!" Jennifer managed to say, having Angela's pussy still in her mouth.

Jennifer came. Her hips bucked so hard that she was bouncing Eric back a little with each thrust. She felt her juices flow all over his dick, lubricating it to the point that it felt like it was moving in and out of her even faster. 

She also felt Angela come. Her pussy was bucking at her mouth now, and now she tasted her juices as they flowed out of her.

Then Jennifer felt Eric come. It shot into her. Wave after wave of cum coated her insides, making her hypersensitive to his thrusts. All of a sudden, she came again. And again.

Eric felt as if his dick would fall off. He had never come so hard in his life. The he felt Jennifer's pussy juices flow over him, driving him insane as his dick became oversensitive, forcing him to thrust faster and faster.

They all fell over in a heap. Jennifer passed out from the multiple orgasms. Angela was still coming as she crawled over to Eric and placed his spent cock into her mouth, sucking out the rest of his come. He tried to stay still, but couldn't as his girlfriend's wonderful mouth worked its magic on him. Soon she was finished, and she lay down next to Jennifer and passed out as well. Eric soon followed.

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It was dusk when Jennifer woke. She tried to move, but felt the soreness and quit. She looked around, and found herself alone, and in another bedroom. A blanket also covered her.

Angela walked in, limping a little. She was still naked, her red hair still mussed up.

"How are you feeling, lover?" she asked Jennifer.

"Rode hard. Put away wet. What happened?" Jennifer replied.

You passed out. We all did. Eric woke me about 10 minutes ago. He told me he cleaned up, got dressed, and went over to your house to tell your father that you were with me and keeping me company while I shopped for new clothes. You know what your father said?"

"Uh uh."

"He said it was good you met someone nice and that you could be friends with, and that you did not go out much, and that you need to meet more nice people like us, to 'broaden your horizons.'"

Jennifer laughed.

"He also fixed it so you could spend the night," she continued. "In fact, he sent over some fresh clothes for you."

Jennifer was amazed. She loved her father, but she had never known him to be this kind to anyone. He had been very protective of her since her mother died. Eric must have really wowed him!

"Com on, Jen," Angela said. "Eric is waiting for us in the living room."

Angela helped Jennifer up. She was very sore, and walked a little bow-legged into the living room.

"Ah, you're up!" Eric exclaimed. "Good. Jennifer, I want to thank you for making our first day here most memorable. I hope we can do this again sometime."

"I'm going to have to recover first," Jennifer said, laughing. "I'm too sore."

"Amen!" He said, "and you'll get that chance. For now, I'm taking us all out to eat, to seal our friendship. You are one remarkable woman, and I am a lucky man to know you."

"Thank you," Jennifer said.

"You're welcome. So, get yourself cleaned up and dressed. I laid a nice dress out for you on the bed. We are going to have fun tonight. I picked a great restaurant out, and then we'll decide what to do next."

Jennifer followed Angela back into the bedroom. She felt sore, but exhilarated. She found good friends, and she fully intended to be with them more often in the future. In her wildest dreams, she never thought she would meet people like them. She knew that she would make love to both of them, again and again, over time. This morning, she was a girl, this afternoon she was a slut, and tonight she became a woman. Her awakening was complete, and she looked on her future with new eyes.

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I hope you have enjoyed this first Novella, Jennifer's World: Awakenings. Stay tuned for my next in this series, Jennifer's Summer Adventures, coming soon!



Awakenings Ch. 03



This story is the third episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own, I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

*****

I slept until 7:00 the next morning. Sleeping past 6:00 was rare for me. It had been a tough week. I needed the rest.

After a quick shower I dressed and left for my office. Even though I was planning to talk to Jeanne in the afternoon, I kept my motel room. I wasn't certain when I'd be ready to move back home.

I needed breakfast. I drove by Lyle's Cafe. It was Saturday morning. It was crowded. I didn't stop. Instead I pulled into MacDonalds and picked up an Egg McMuffin, an orange juice and a large coffee. That was plenty of breakfast for me.

I arrived at my office just after 8:00. Ruth and Jason were sitting on Ruth's desk drinking coffee. Even though it was Saturday morning I wasn't surprised to see that they were already in the office. They were outstanding employees. They both fully understood the importance of the meeting with the Montgomerys. When I walked in they smiled at me.

Ruth said; "Morning Michael, can I get you a cup of coffee?"

"Ruth, you don't need to bring me coffee."

"Michael, you're not only my boss, you're also one of my closest friends. While in this office it may not be necessary to get coffee for the boss, it certainly seems appropriate to bring it to my friends."

Smiling, I said; "Ruth I would love a cup of coffee."

While Ruth was getting me a cup of coffee Jason asked; "How ya doin this morning boss?"

"I'm okay Jason."

As Ruth handed me my coffee she asked; "Did you get any sleep last night?"

"Actually I did. I think I was too tired not to sleep."

They both nodded. Jason went into his office. A moment later he returned with a plate of cookies. "Barb made chocolate chip cookies yesterday. She sent a plate for us."

I grinned at him. "Jason you have a wonderful wife."

He grinned back. "I do boss, marrying Barb was the smartest move I ever made."

There was a moment of awkward silence. Our smiles disappeared as all three of us remembered that I also used to believe that about my marriage to Jeanne.

Ruth said, "Michael it's just a phase she's going through. You'll work this out."

Nodding, I said; "Last night I came to that same conclusion." I'd decided not to mention Jennifer Rawlins. My discussion with her raised issues that I didn't feel comfortable addressing with Ruth.

Smiling, Ruth said; "I'm glad. Making the decision to try to work things out is the first step towards actually doing it."

I nodded. There was a moment of serious silence and then I said; "Hey in a little over an hour the two most important clients this firm has are going to walk through that door. Before they get here let's make sure that all of our I's are dotted and T's are crossed."

The three of us moved into my office and started reviewing files. Ruth had joined us as a secretary, but she was a bright woman who learned quickly. While she lacked the formal training that Jason and I had, she had an exceptional practical understanding of accounting that made her input invaluable. 

We worked quietly. Occasionally one of us noticed a potential concern and we discussed it as a team. 

At 9:15 the telephone rang. Ruth picked up the phone on my desk. "Nolan Accounting, how may I help you?"

She listened for a moment and then she said; "Michael is right here, let me check with him. I'm going to put you on hold." She pressed a button on the telephone and looked at Jason and me. "It's Charles Montgomery's secretary. Mathew, their youngest son and his wife were involved in an automobile accident this morning. No one was hurt, but his car was totaled. They'd like to postpone the meeting until 2:00 this afternoon."

I said, "Tell them that 2:00 will be fine."

Ruth pushed another button on my telephone. "2:00 will be just fine. Mr. Nolan also said that he's relieved that no one was hurt and if there's any way he can be of assistance with the insurance claims, please let us know." That was one of the many reasons that Ruth was such a valuable asset to the firm.

Ruth set my telephone back on its cradle and said; "They're coming at 2:00."

I said, "Are we ready?"

Jason said. "The Montgomery account is as well maintained as any financial account in the western hemisphere. They could show up at 2:00 AM on a Sunday morning and we'd be ready."

"I agree. It's Saturday morning. All three of us have things we'd like to do. Let's adjourn and meet back here at 1:30."

Looking at me, Ruth asked; "Are you going to talk to Jeanne this morning?"

Sighing, I said; "It's a little scary, but it is what I need to do."

Ruth nodded. "Yes it is. I'll be back here at 1:00 in case you need to talk."

"Thanks Jeanne."

Jason said; "I'll be here too boss."

"Thanks Jason, you're good friend."

He smiled.

Ruth asked, "Are you going to call her and tell her you'll be early?"

I thought for a moment and then I said; "No, it's my house and Jeanne is still my wife. I shouldn't have to announce my arrival. I also think this might be better. I'm fairly certain that Jeanne was planning to throw a full court home maker press at me; fancy lunch, coffee, heaven knows what else. Her skills as a home maker aren't part of this question. I think an impromptu meeting might actually be more productive."

Ruth nodded. "Okay, I'll be back here at 1:00." She grabbed her purse and hurried out the door.

Jason said, "Boss I'll see you in four hours." And then he turned and followed Ruth out the door.

After spending five more minutes making certain that everything was in order for the meeting with the Montgomerys I left too. I was nervous, but it was time to talk to Jeanne.

During the drive to my house I thought about my previous night's conversation with Jennifer Rawlins. She'd suggested that it was likely that this was much more complicated than a simple case of Jeanne falling in love with another man. While I still wasn't certain how I felt about everything Jennifer had told me, I now believed that I needed to listen to Jeanne. She'd kept asking me to try to understand. I was now willing to listen and make an effort to do that. That still didn't mean that understanding was going to be easy or even possible.

I turned onto our street and pushed the button on my garage door opener. As the garage door went up my stomach did a flip flop. Jeanne's Honda was parked on her side of the garage, but there was another car parked on my side of the garage. It was a black BMW, a black BMW identical to the car Derick Fischer was driving when he picked up Jeanne on Wednesday evening. Last night Jeanne had assured me that she was going to end her affair with Fischer. Apparently she was lying.

Trying to control my building anger, I parked behind Jeanne's car. I was still thinking clearly enough to know that I didn't want to impede Fischer's ability to leave. I sat in my car and took several long slow breaths. While I was primed to storm into the house and make a scene, reason told me that there was a better course of action. This situation was a potential opportunity to learn at least a little bit of the truth. 

Instead of storming into the house I got out of my car, carefully closed the door and walked through the garage. After quietly opening the door to the kitchen I stepped inside and listened. I thought I could hear noises in the back part of the house, the part of the house where our bedroom was located.

I tiptoed through the kitchen, across the dining room and into the living room. The noises grew louder. I could hear talking. It was coming from the bedroom hallway. 

I entered the bedroom hallway. The master bedroom was at the end of the hall. The door was open. It was the source of the voices. They were in our bedroom. 

As I quietly walked down the hall I could hear a man's voice. "Damn Jeanne, you really do love to suck my cock, don't you."

Jeanne laughed. "I do. I think that surprises me even more than it does you; but it's true. I do love to suck your cock. I was taught to believe that cocks are dirty and nasty. Now I realize that's a lie. Cocks aren't dirty, they're wonderful. Your cock is wonderful. I love your cock. I love to suck your cock." Jeanne giggled. "A month ago I wouldn't have even dared to say the word cock."

As I listened to the woman who was the love of my life say those words to another man, my heart broke. I was hurt, deeply hurt and that hurt quickly turned into anger. Thinking about revenge, I took out my cell phone and turned on the camera. 

As I stepped into the bedroom doorway Jeanne said; "Lie back, I want you to enjoy this."

Fischer asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Don't ask questions, just lie back and enjoy it."

They were both so preoccupied with what they were doing that they didn't notice me standing in the doorway. I watched in horror as my naked wife slowly stroked Fischer's cock with her right hand while she cupped his testicles in her left hand and began kissing and licking them.

As Jeanne sucked one of his ball's into her mouth, Fischer exclaimed; "Oh my god, no one has ever done this to me." And then he laughed. "My wife doesn't even like to suck my cock. She'll only do it as a special treat on my birthday and our anniversary."

Now consumed by a desire for revenge, I raised my cell phone and took two pictures. Both of them showed Fischer's face and both of them accurately depicted exactly what Jeanne was doing to him.

After slipping my cell phone back into my pocket, I stepped into our bedroom and said; "My wife has never shown much interest in sucking my cock and she's never licked my balls. I think I should try to meet your wife. Maybe she'll be as excited about sucking my cock as my wife is about sucking yours."

At the sound of my voice Jeanne sat up and snapped around. "Michael, what are you doing here? What happened to your meeting with the Montgomerys?"

"It got postponed."

"Why didn't you call and tell me you were going to be early?"

"Jeanne this is my house too. Are you telling me that I now have to call before I can come home?"

"No, of course not. It's just that..."

"Hey mother fucker, you leave my wife out of this discussion." Fischer was now sitting up and he was glaring at me.

I glared back at him. "Right now you're in my bed with my wife. You're both naked and she was just licking your balls. You're first response in this situation is to challenge me because you're upset that I mentioned you wife. Are you really that stupid?"

Suddenly speechless, Fischer stared at me. He was beginning to appreciate the seriousness of the situation."

Jeanne said, "Michael this is all a big mistake."

"I'm relieved to hear that Jeanne. I was certain that I'd just walked into our bedroom and found you and another man naked in the bed where I sleep. Even worse, I thought you were licking his balls which is something you've never done for me." I shook my head. "I know I should believe you, but lately you've had tendency to stretch the truth. I think I should check the pictures I just took."

Fischer jumped up. "You took fucking pictures? Where are they?" He took a threatening step towards me. "Give it to me, give me that damn camera right now."

"And why should I do that?"

"Because I'll beat the fucking shit out of you if you don't."

"Really? In my bedroom. You do understand that the only way you'll be able to keep me from calling the police will be to kill me."

"Bull shit, I'll just tell them that you caught me with your wife and attacked me in a fit of jealous rage."

I nodded. "Good plan, but how will that help you? Your wife will still find out. Oh, and I point out that there is a witness." I turned to my wife. "Jeanne will you lie to protect your boyfriend after he beats up your husband?"

Jeanne didn't respond. Her face was buried in her hands. She was too horrified to speak.

Fischer sighed. "Okay, you're right. I can't lay a hand on you."

"That's magnanimous of you." 

Ignoring my sarcasm, Fischer continued. "But I beg you not to send those pictures to my wife. They'll devastate her."

"Mr. Fischer how do you think I feel right now. I just walked into my bedroom and found you and my wife naked in my bed and she was doing things for you that she's never done for me. I'm feeling pretty fucking devastated and you don't seem to give a shit about that."

Jeanne wailed.

Fischer shook his head. "Look, I'm sorry. I know that doesn't mean much, but I don't know what else to say. I was an asshole. I didn't think about what I was doing. Do what you need to do. I deserve it. I tried to fuck you over."

While I suspected that Fischer was simply trying a different tactic, it was a better tactic than the two he'd just employed. My anger dissipating, I shrugged. "I don't have any desire to hurt anyone. Not you." I turned to my wife. "And especially not you Jeanne."

Jeanne looked up at me with pleading eyes. I ignored her. "Right now I hurt and all I want to do is get somewhere where I won't hurt quite so much. Goodbye Jeanne, it's been a wonderful twenty-seven years; but now it appears that all of that is over. I'll remember our good years fondly." I turned and walked out of the bedroom. 

As I was crossing the living room I heard the sound of running footsteps and then Jeanne cried; "Micheal please give me a chance. I want to do all of those things for you. This afternoon I was going to suck your cock and lick your balls. I was even going to try to get you to fuck my ass. I want to find out how that feels and I wanted you to do it."

I stopped and looked back at Jeanne. She was hurriedly putting on her robe. Shaking my head, I said; "I wish I could believe you, but I remind you that last night you promised me that you were going to stop seeing Fischer. I'm sorry, but your word doesn't mean much to me anymore." 

I turned and hurried through the dining room and kitchen to the garage. 

As I left the house Jeanne wailed; "Michael, I love you; please come back."

I got into my car. As I drove away I looked in the review mirror. Jeanne was standing on our front lawn crying. Part of me desperately wanted to go back and console her. I didn't. At that moment I was too hurt and angry to be able to do that.

It was just after 11:00 when I reached the sanctuary of my office. Ruth and Jason weren't due back until 1:00 so I had two hours of solitude. I needed it. I had to think and I had to plan. 

Everything for the meeting with the Montgomerys was already prepared, so I was able to focus all of my attention on my personal problems. 

The previous four days had been devastating. I felt like the three people who I trusted and loved most in this world had just betrayed me. Intellectually I knew 

that wasn't true. Tricia, Jodie and Jeanne still loved me. I firmly believed that. Still with Tricia and Jodie's support Jeanne had unilaterally altered the basic tenets of our marriage and in the process of doing that she'd lied to me and humiliated me.

Jeanne was an adult. Tricia and Jodie were too. They were free to pursue the lives they wanted. It now appeared to me that regardless of what I might say or do Jeanne was determined to adopt a new way of life. That meant that I had two choices. I could accept her new life style and stay with her or I could sever my ties with her and live the life that I chose.

The idea of leaving Jeanne and the girls was heartbreaking, but so was the prospect of repeatedly having to watch the woman I love get dressed for a date with another man. I was hurt, angry and disillusioned. I needed time to think and heal. 

I kept remembering Jennifer Rawlins' words. "Michael this is a complicated situation." Because I believed her I wasn't going to act rashly. I was angry, but I didn't want revenge and I certainly wasn't considering divorce. If Jeanne wanted a divorce she was going to have to initiate that action by herself. 

What I needed was time. Everything had happened so fast. Jeanne was right. She should have spent more time talking to me about this, preparing me for it. Unfortunately she didn't and now we were in a crisis and I could only think of one way to alleviate this crisis. I needed to separate myself from Jeanne. It didn't have to be a permanent separation, in fact I ardently hoped that it wouldn't be; but I needed time away. 

I was a wealthy man. I'd built a successful accounting firm and invested my money wisely. We owned our home and had over twenty million dollars worth of stocks, mutual funds and bonds. On Monday I would begin liquidating those assets. While doing it quickly would be costly and the tax liability would be severe, I was quite certain that I could manage to end up with at least ten million dollars in cash. That would allow me to create a two million dollar trust fund for both Jeanne and myself, a million and a half dollar fund for each of the girls and still have a nice reserve fund.

I would arrange to have the trust funds for Jeanne and myself pay out a monthly

sum of eight thousand dollars. If Jeanne continued to live in our house and kept her job with the law firm she'd be very comfortable. I knew that I could easily live on eight thousand dollars a month.

The girl's funds were a little trickier. I didn't want to make them independently wealthy. I wanted them to pursue their careers and create their own successes. Still, realizing that as they matured they would be facing major expenses like weddings, the birth of children and the purchase of homes; I wanted to be able to help them. That was why I was creating their two trust funds. I would ask Jason and Ruth to administer the funds. When the girls needed money all they would have to do was contact Jason or Ruth. 

It was a good plan. It would allow me to leave feeling confident that my wife and daughters were financially secure.

I was making a list of things that had to be done Monday morning when Ruth walked into my office. Jason Ridner was right behind her. I looked up.

Ruth asked. "How was your talk with Jeanne?"

I told them everything that happened.

When I was finished Jason said; "Damn boss that must have been awful."

I shrugged. 

Ruth asked, "Do you want me to cancel the meeting with the Montgomerys?"

Shaking my head, I said; "Absolutely not. They're our most important clients and they're good friends too. We're going to meet with them and give them a rock solid comprehensive report about their financial status."

Smiling, Jason said; "Damn right boss." But then he paused. After a moment he said; "Boss can I make a suggestion?"

"Of course you can."

"After you start the meeting why don't you let me give the report."

Smiling back at Jason, I said; "That's an excellent idea." 

He looked at me with a surprised expression.

I said; "It is an excellent idea. It's time for you to start taking a more visible role in the operation of this firm."

Jason grinned at me.

I glanced at Ruth. She was watching me with a mistrustful expression. I had a feeling that she was beginning to suspect what I was planning to do. We still had a little time before the meeting, so I decided that I might as well tell them. 

Before I could say anything Ruth said; "You're leaving, aren't you."

I nodded. "Yes."

Alarmed, Jason said; "Boss, no; you can't leave."

Ruth looked at him. "Jason what would you do if Barb started dating another man?"

"I'd go crazy."

"Would you hurt Barb?"




Awakenings Ch. 03



"No, of course not. I could never hurt Barb."

"Would you hurt the other man?"

"I'd think about it."

"But you wouldn't do it, would you." Ruth's voice was calm and deliberate.

"I would if I found out that he'd forced Barb or drugged her; but otherwise, no. They're adults, they get to make their own choices."

Ruth said; "That's right, but you'd have choices too, wouldn't you."

Jason shook his head. "Not many."

"But you would have choices."

"Yes."

"What would they be?"

Sighing, Jason said; "Stick around and put up with it or leave." He turned to me. "Okay boss, I understand. What can I do to help?"

I spent the next hour explaining my financial plans for my family and my plans for the business. Ruth and Jason both listened intently. 

When I was finished Jason said, "So you want Ruth and I to run the business."

"That's what I'd like. I'll maintain regular email and telephone contact with you and when necessary I can assist you with difficult files. Since you're both taking on more responsibility you can expect a commensurate increase in your salaries."

Ruth said; "That would be nice, but can the firm afford it?"

"I won't be drawing a salary. That will free up money for your salary increases and a salary for another accountant."

"You want us to hire another accountant?" Ruth looked at Jason and then back at me.

"With me in only an advisory role you'll need one."

Jason nodded. "Yes we will."

I said, "Look for someone young, someone just out of college."

Grinning, Jason said; "You hired me right out of college."

"And look at how well that worked out."

Ruth asked, "How soon are you planning to leave?"

"Thursday."

"Is that enough time?"

"I think so and I really do need to get away."

Nodding, Ruth said; "We'll make sure it's enough time."

We heard the door to the outer office open. The three of us looked at each other. The Montgomerys had arrived. We stood up.

Ruth said; "I'll get them seated in the conference room."

As she was leaving, Jason said; "I'll bring the files."

I followed him out of my office.

The meeting with the Montgomerys went well. I would have been shocked if it hadn't. Jason took charge and did an impressive job. 

After the meeting I asked Charles if I could have a word with him in private. As we stepped into my office I noticed that Ruth and Edith stayed in the conference room. Ruth would be talking to Edith.

Once we were seated Charles said; "Michael what's on your mind?"

"Charles I'm going to take an extended leave from the firm."

"Are you ill?" The concern in my old friend's voice was evident.

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

"Are you and Jeanne having problems?"

I nodded.

"Is she having an affair?"

Surprised by his quick assessment of the situation I asked; "How did you know?"

"How old is Jeanne?"

"Forty-nine."

"And your daughters just finished college."

"Yes."

"It's pretty common. Edith had her first affair when she was forty-eight."

"Her first affair? She's had more than one?"

"She's had five affairs that lasted a month or more and I lost count of the weekend getaways. That's all in the past now. Her last weekend getaway was, let me think." He paused for a moment and then he said; "It's been at least eight years."

"And you were okay with it?"

"Not at first, at first I was devastated. That's why I understand what you're going through right now." He smiled. "I did exactly what you're planning to do. I moved to New York and ran our businesses from there. I had to get away."

"How long did you stay in New York?"

"Fourteen months, it took me that long to come to terms with the situation."

"But you did eventually accept the situation."

"I love Edith. The thought of living the rest of my life without her was unbearable."

"Tell me how you did it. I need to know that there might be hope."

"You're doing the right thing."

"Leaving?"

"Yes, you need some time to heal and Jeanne needs to be confronted with the reality of life without you. Right now your biggest concern is to make sure your hurt and anger don't make you do things that you'll regret later. That's one of the reasons that you have to get away for awhile.

"I'm taking steps to make sure that both Jeanne and the girls are financially secure while I'm gone and I've already decided that I'm not going to file for divorce."

"That's good, that will show Jeanne that you still care about her. I know Jeanne. She's a lot like Edith. I suspect that right now she's terrified that you hate her."

"I could never hate Jeanne."

"I know, I could never hate Edith either."

"How did you cope with the jealousy?"

"When I came back from New York Edith worked hard to make sure I knew that I was loved and I tried to understand. Sometimes it was difficult, but it was better than living with out Edith. Over time it got easier. In fact I actually enjoyed her last two affairs."

"You did?"

"By then I understood. I knew she didn't really love the guys and at the beginning of an affair she was always so happy. A new romance is unbelievably exciting. I'm thankful that I was finally secure enough to be able to enjoy her last two affairs with her."

"I find that hard to believe."

"I'm sure you do. You'll find this hard to believe too. At the end I actually encouraged her to take weekend getaways."

"You mean with other men."

"And women."

"Was Edith bisexual?"

"No, I'm certain she wasn't, but it would have been all right if she was. It's still just sex. No I'm talking about her group of friends. Including Edith there were four of them. Privately they called themselves the four harlots. They did the weekend getaways together."

"What about the men?"

"That was the easy part. All four of them were attractive affluent women. It's not difficult to find twenty-five year old men who are eager to spend a commitment free weekend at a luxury resort with four beautiful middle aged women. 

"Edith was a cougar."

"She certainly was and she enjoyed every minute of it. At the end I did too. Michael during the days before those getaways she was actually giddy with excitement. It's fun to see the woman you love that happy."

"But you weren't the cause of that happiness."

"So what, we had plenty of happy times with each other. We were always laughing and giggling together. The years we were raising our children will always be special, but those last few years when Edith was playing around were wonderful."

"Didn't you feel neglected when Edith was on a weekend getaway?"

"Hell no, during the week before one of her getaways Edith would try to fuck me to death. I needed the break. Also you can call me an old perv, but when she was gone I had a pretty good time imagining what she was doing."

"Really?"

"Michael do you ever look at porn movies on the Internet? Be honest."

I laughed. "Yeah I admit it, I do."

"I do too. Actually these days Edith and I watch them together."

"Really?"

"Yeah but lets not get sidetracked. Imagine watching a porn movie that featured Jeanne with another guy."

"I ah...I don't know."

"Michael, be honest. I'll bet you've found a porn star who reminds you of Jeanne."

Sheepishly I answered, "Yes."

"Who is it?" 

Quietly, I said; "Julia Ann."

Charles smiled. "I agree, there's a very strong resemblance. When you're watching a Julia Ann movie do you ever imagine that it's really Jeanne you're watching?"

I did do that, but I was ashamed of it. It was hard to admit it. I looked down at the floor.

Charles said; "It's okay Michael. There's nothing wrong with it. It's just fun."

I nodded. "But admitting it is difficult."

"It shouldn't be. You're not doing anything wrong. Someday I hope that you and Jeanne will reach a point where the two of you can watch a Julia Ann movie together."

"Do you have a porn star who reminds you of Edith?"

"Oh yes."

"May I ask who it is?"

"Certainly, it's Diamond Foxx. Of course we're talking about Edith when she was a much younger woman. Diamond Foxx is probably forty years younger than Edith; but when Edith was young, when she was slutted up before a date or a weekend getaway; she looked just like Diamond Foxx."

"Slutted up?"

"That's what the four harlots called it. When they we're going out they loved to get their hair done; lay on some heavy eye makeup and lip rouge and dress in tight short skirts, low cut blouses, nylon stockings and spike heeled pumps. I think they enjoyed that almost as much as the sex. Michael it was an adventure for them. When they were out with another man they got to be somebody completely different."

"And you actually learned to enjoy it."

"Yes I did. My only regret is that I didn't relax and start enjoying it much earlier."

I shook my head. "You make it sound; I don't know, I guess exciting."

"Once you finally realize that it has nothing to do with love it is exciting and fun too."

"I'm not there yet."

"No you're not. That's why you have to go away."

"I'm worried about the business."

"Don't be. I'm impressed with Jason. He seems like a very capable young man."

"He is."

"And the Internet and a cell phone will allow you to stay in touch."

"That's true."

"Michael I'm certain that my financial affairs will still be handled professionally."

"Thank you Charles; I appreciate your confidence, your understanding and your advice."

"Get away, take some time for yourself. It will get easier and when it does, come back to us." 

We smiled at each other. 

Charles patted my shoulder and said; "And now I'd better go find Edith and take her home." He winked at me. "This evening we're going to watch a Diamond Foxx movie. We're both looking forward to it."

Charles and I walked into the reception area together. We were both grinning. Edith and Ruth were sitting next to Ruth's desk drinking coffee.

When she saw us Edith asked; "What are the two of you grinning about?"

Charles said; "I just told Michael about our movie plans for the evening."

"Were you specific about the star of the movie?"

"Definitely."

"Did you tell him why we like that particular actress?"

"Yes I did."

Edith stood up, walked over to me and kissed my cheek. "I hope that someday you and Jeanne have a movie star that you both enjoy for the same reason."

"It's going to take some time before I reach that point."

"Yes I'm sure it will, but try to understand. It really is a wonderfully exciting way to live."

Edith turned and took Charles' arm. "Let's go home dear. I want to get slutted up before we watch the movie."

Charles laughed. "I was hoping you were planning to do that."

"Of course I am, it makes watching the movie much more fun."

As they walked out of the office I looked at Edith. I could see it. When she was younger and slutted up I imagined that she probably did look quite a bit like Diamond Foxx.

As soon as they were gone Ruth asked, "What was all that about a movie and what movie star were they talking about?"

I shook my head. "I think that was told to me in confidence."

"Michael don't be a putz. Besides Edith told me everything. I just don't understand the discussion about the movie."

"Edith told you everything?"

"Yes, everything. She told me about her five affairs, the weekend getaways, the four harlots; I even know what she meant when she said she wanted to get slutted up."

"She told you all of that?"

"Yes, why shouldn't she? Edith and I are good friends. I also think she was afraid that I might end my friendship with Jeanne over this."

"Please don't do that. Right now Jeanne needs her friends."

"Don't worry, I won't. Now tell me about the movie."

"All right, they're going to watch a porn movie."

"A porn movie? Really?" Ruth smiled. "I hope David and I are still watching porn movies when we're in our seventies. So who's the porn star?"

"Diamond Foxx."

"Never heard of her."

"Do you watch a lot of porn?"

"Not really, once in awhile David and I will watch one late at night on the Internet. I think he watches quite a bit of it."

"Most men do."

"Do you watch porn on the Internet?"

"Yes."

"So tell me about this Diamond Foxx."

"She's a fairly well known porn star. I think she's in her late thirties. She's very attractive in a slutty kind of way. Charles thinks that when Edith was younger and slutted up she looked a lot like Diamond Foxx."

"Does she?"

"Yes, I can see it."

"I'm going to have to look her up on the Internet." Ruth paused for a moment and then she asked; "Do you have a porn star who looks like Jeanne?"

"You're getting a little personal."

"Tell me."

"Okay, yes I do. Her name is Julia Ann."

Ruth smiled. "I'll look her up too. I wonder if David has a porn star who looks like me?"

"If he doesn't, tell him to check out Roxanne Hall."

"Really? I'll have to look her up too."

I laughed.

Grinning at me, Ruth made a shooing motion with her hands. "Go back to your office and do some work. I have to do some Internet research."

Still laughing, I went back into my office. 

A half hour later I heard a knock. "Come in."

It was Ruth. "Charles is right. While Edith is much older now, I'll bet that at one time she did look just like Diamond Foxx. Especially when she was slutted up."

"That's what I thought too."

"And Jeanne is a dead ringer for Julia Ann."

"I agree."

"And thank you, I'm flattered. Roxanne Hall is hot."

"You're not thinking about following Edith and Jeanne's lead are you?"

"No I'm only thirty-eight. I'm not old enough to start that yet. Besides, I still have a son in high school and a daughter in junior high." Ruth laughed. "Still, when Michelle graduates from college I may decide to reevaluate that position." 

"If you do, spend a little time preparing David before you drop that bomb on him."

"Don't worry, I will. In fact I plan to do a little preparing tonight."

"What do you mean?"

"I found a web site that has several Roxanne Hall movies that can be downloaded. Both Ben and Michelle are going out this evening. I plan to get slutted up and invite David to watch one of the movies with me. I'm not going to mention that you suggested that I resemble her. I'm going to wait and see if David notices."

"How are you going to explain your interest in that particular porn star?"

"I'll tell David that my sister Becky recommended the movie."

"Does Becky watch a lot of porn?"

"Not really, but if I warn her she'll back me up." Ruth shrugged. "Actually Becky and I look a lot alike. If David and I enjoy the movie I'll tell Becky to watch it with her husband."

Laughing, I said; "I wonder if Charles and Edith realize what they've done."

Ruth smiled and went back to her desk.

I spent the rest of Saturday and all day Sunday organizing my financial plans. While it was time consuming, it was relatively easy. I was an accountant with all of the resources of my firm at my disposal.

Just after noon on Sunday my cell phone rang. The caller ID showed that it was Ruth. I answered it.

"Hi Ruth."

"Hi Michael, how are you doing today?"

"I'm a little sad, but other than that I'm okay."

"I have something that might cheer you up."

"Tell me."

"Telling you about this feels a little weird, but after everything that's happened during the past few days I think we can talk about things like this."

"Okay."

"Michael, David and I downloaded a Roxanne Hall movie last night. David hooked his laptop up to our bedroom television. We watched it in bed. David saw the resemblance immediately. He went wild. He loved it. Michael we did it three times last night. We haven't done it that many times in one night since we were newlyweds."

"It sounds like you had a fun night."

"We did. David wants to get another movie tonight. I'm afraid that I might have created a monster." 

I laughed. "But you're enjoying this monster, aren't you."

"Oh yes, I can't wait until tonight."

"I'm happy to hear you had a good time. Thanks for telling me. It did cheer me up."

"Thank you for telling me about Roxanne Hall. I'm feeling pretty cheery right now too."

I laughed again. 

"Michael I have to run. We're going to a barbecue at David's sisters house. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"Okay Ruth, thanks for the call. Have a good time watching your movie tonight."

Ruth laughed. "I'm pretty sure that I'm going to have a wonderful time." And then she hung up.

I set my cell phone down, sat back in my chair and shook my head. Suddenly it seemed like everyone I knew was preoccupied with sex.

When I walked into the office the next morning Ruth was seated at her desk. 

I smiled and asked, "How was your evening?"

Ruth grinned at me. "I think I'm going to be walking funny for a week."

"It sounds like it was a fun night."

"Believe me, it was."

Chuckling, I walked into my office and sat down at my desk. I took a minute to focus my attention and then I began the process of liquidating my stocks, bonds and mutual funds. Shortly after I started Jason joined me. We worked together for the entire morning. By lunch time we'd sold everything and both of us felt confident that we'd done everything we could to minimize the tax liabilities. Still they were extensive.

Monday afternoon I stored my Lexus and bought a year old Ford Escape. I planned to tour the United States. The Escape seemed like a more suitable vehicle for this adventure.

My final tasks for Monday were to purchase a new cell phone with a new telephone number and a high quality lap top computer. I also set up a new Gmail account. Jason and Ruth were the only people who would know the address.

I spent Tuesday planning my trip. I purchased a sleeping bag, cooler and several good quality flashlights. If I needed to do it I could store my gear in the front seat of the Escape, put down the rear seat and sleep in the back. While I was planning on sleeping in motels, I had plenty of space and this was a nice fall back option. 

Wednesday morning the money from the sale of the stocks, bonds and mutual funds became available. Jason, Ruth and I spent the day funding the four trusts. By the end of the workday Wednesday everything was complete. I was planning to leave early Thursday morning. 

After saying goodbye to Jason and Ruth I sat down at my desk and composed a short letter to Jeanne.

Dear Jeanne

I am now convinced that you're determined to adopt this new life style. I'm trying to understand, but I'm finding it difficult. Right now I can't bear the thought of once again having to see you get dressed up for a date with another man.

While I still love you and believe that you still love me, I need time to sort out my feelings about what you're doing. The only way I can do that is to temporarily separate myself from you. I'm going away. By the time you read this I'll be gone. I don't know when I'll return.

I have set up a trust fund for you and both of the girls. Jason and Ruth are administering the funds. The three of you should contact them at your earliest opportunity so that they can explain the details of these funds. All three of you should be financially secure.

As I said earlier, I still love you and I ardently hope that at some time in the future we can resume living together as man and wife. If you wish to divorce me you'll have to initiate the action yourself, but I won't fight it. While I really do still love you, I want you to be happy. If that means terminating our marriage so that you can pursue a relationship with someone else I'll be hurt, but I will survive."

If you need to contact me you can do it through Jason or Ruth. They both have my cell phone number and my email address. Please don't badger them. They have strict instructions not to give that information out to anyone.




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I will miss both you and the girls. Please give them my love. Please also remember that I will always love you.

I don't know when I'll be back, but I will return. When that happens I look forward to seeing all three of you again.

Love,

Michael

I put the letter in Ruth's computer's desk top file and sent an accompanying note requesting that she email the letter to Jeanne the next morning. 

After finishing that task I took the pictures of Jeanne and the girls that I kept on my desk, put them in my brief case and walked out of my office.



Awakenings Ch. 04



I found an old notebook as I was cleaning out the attic of the house we recently bought. It was handwritten by a girl named Jenny. I couldn't believe the story that unfolded as I read those old and worn pages written in ink. I decided it was too good and needed to be shared with the world. Here is part 4, unedited.

The next morning was Friday, the day Mr. Kelty asked me to stop by after school. I put on my best underwear and wore a very short, tight skirt and a tight cotton tank top without a bra. John wanted to fuck me that morning before school, but I wouldn't let him. I gave him a quick blow job instead and made sure I swallowed all of it so I didn't get any on my clothes.

After school I rushed to Mr. Kelty's room and was surprised to find Cindy there as well. Cindy looked equally surprised to see me. Mr. Kelty was sitting in the chair with his feet on the desk folded over one another.

"Lock the door, Jenny. You two girls know each other, don't you."

We both nodded and looked at each other cautiously. I wasn't sure what Mr. Kelty had in mind, but I knew it must involve both of us. The more I thought about, the more excited I got, particularly after hearing them together the other day. I had a picture in my mind of Cindy bouncing up and down on Mr. Kelty's cock, then swallowing a mouthful of his cum. I could feel my pussy already leaking into my panties.

"The reason I asked you both here is to help teach each other. You need to learn to explore the limits of your sexuality. For example, I know you have both been kissed by boys, but have you ever kissed another girl?"

We both shook our heads no. I wasn't about to tell him about Mr. Hayes and Miss Carter. Besides, technically I never kissed her, not on the lips anyway.

"A girl's lips are so soft and sensual. I think you two should try kissing. Jenny, would you like Cindy to kiss you? How about it Cindy?"

I shrugged my shoulders as if I didn't care, but my pussy was twitching just thinking about it. Cindy moved over to me looking nervous, then tilted her head and moved her lips to mine. I put my hands on her shoulders and opened my mouth, flicking my tongue against her lips. Her tongue found mine as our kiss became more passionate. I put my arms around her neck and pressed my body to hers while Cindy moved her hands to my hips. I could feel her soft tits press against me. Mr. Kelty stood and walked over beside us. He put a hand on each of our backs.

"That's good. Now Cindy, I want you to reach around Jenny and cup her ass with your hands. Keep kissing. Good. Squeeze her cheeks, Cindy. Notice how round and firm Jenny's sweet little ass feels. You like that, don't you Jenny?"

I mumbled a quick affirmative and went back to kissing Cindy's soft lips and wet mouth. I was really getting turned on quickly. My pussy was leaking all over and I could feel my panties getting wet in the crotch. I wanted so much for Cindy to slip her hand down lower and then press up between my legs so her fingers could rub my pussy.

"Okay, Jenny, it's your turn to do something for Cindy. I want you to lower both of your hands to her tits and feel her up. Yes, just like that. Don't they feel nice? Now rub and squeeze them the way you like to have it done to you. That's it. Pinch her nipples. Now put your hands under her top and feel her naked tits. Good. Do you like what she is doing, Cindy?"

"Yes, Mr. Kelty. I never thought kissing a girl could be so hot."

Cindy's hands had moved under my skirt and were now kneading my ass cheeks through the thin silk panties I had worn especially for this afternoon. She slipped her hands inside and rubbed my bare ass, digging her fingers into the cleft and pulling my cheeks apart.

"Cindy, I want you to take off Jenny's panties."

Cindy pushed my panties down over my ass, then hooked her thumbs into the sides and slid them down my legs. She dropped to her knees and finished removing them one leg at a time.

"Look, Mr. Kelty. They're all wet right here in the part that covers her pussy."

"That's right, Cindy. You made her so excited that her pussy juice leaked into her panties. Smell them, Cindy. Go ahead. Doesn't she smell delicious?"

Cindy nodded while making a "mmmmmmm." sound.

"Pull up your dress, Jenny, so Cindy can see your pretty little pussy. See how puffy it is, Cindy? Beneath her pussy hair you can see the dark gash of her cunt. Go ahead and touch it, Cindy."

Her fingers were so soft. I could feel my juices really beginning to flow. I humped my pussy against her fingers. Cindy put a finger up my cunt and then another. She slowly fucked them in and out of me. With her other hand she rubbed my clit. Cindy knew exactly what to do and soon had me on the brink of orgasm. Just as I was about to explode Mr. Kelty interrupted.

"That's enough, Cindy. Look at her juicy pussy all pink and glistening. Doesn't it look tasty? Go ahead and lick it. Go on... just like when I did you."

Cindy looked hesitant, but Mr. Kelty put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her face forward until her nose brushed against my pubes. She looked up at me and I looked back. I put my hands on her head and guided her face to my pussy. Leaning against the desk for support, I swung my right leg over her shoulder, opening myself fully to her mouth. Cindy put out her tongue and touched the searing folds of my cunt. Then her soft lips pressed against my pussy as her tongue pushed into me. I moaned.

"I'm going to take out my cock now. Would you like to suck on it, Jenny?"

I nodded. Mr. Kelty was already erect from watching Cindy eat my pussy. I wrapped my hand around his swollen shaft and stroked it up and down, amazed at its girth. He was tall enough that I was able to bend over and easily slide my lips around his large head. I pushed down on him stretching my lips as he slid deeper in my mouth. Then I felt it press against the back of my throat, which I opened to let him slide deeper.

" Jenny, you've been practicing. Oh shit, that feels good... oooohhhh."

The sensation of Mr. Kelty's cock sliding down my throat and Cindy's tongue dancing in my cunt was too much for me. My body stiffened and the jerked as an orgasm that washed through me. I had to pull off Mr. Kelty to catch my breath. I could feel my cunt gushing into Cindy's mouth. Cindy kept on tongue fucking me, keeping her mouth clamped to my pussy the whole time. I finally caught my breath and slowly regained my composure.

Cindy crawled out from under me and went straight for Mr. Kelty's cock. Her mouth and cheeks glistened with juices from my cunt. She made loud slurping sounds as she tried to swallow Mr. Kelty's engorged manhood. I dropped to my knees beside her to kiss and lick his balls. After sucking on him for a while, Cindy fed his cock to me. We passed him back and forth, kissing each other in between. "That's enough girls. Cindy, sweetheart, take off your panties and sit on the desk so Jenny can lick you like you did her. Good girl. Now lift your legs up and roll onto your back. Okay, Jenny, bend over and kiss her pussy. Yes, just like that."

While I was munching away on Cindy's very tasty cunt, Mr. Kelty came up behind me and shoved two fingers up my cunt. I spread my legs to give him better access. He replaced his fingers with his cock which he rubbed up and down my juicy gash. I tilted my ass upward trying to draw him into me. I felt his thick, bulbous head spread my pussy lips and push into me. He went deeper, then pulled out and pushed back in harder and deeper until I was fully impaled. He grabbed my hips and fucked me in deep, rapid thrusts. I did my best to keep my mouth clamped to Cindy's pussy as he hammered me over and over.

I was the first to cum. I could feel my cunt spasm around Mr. Kelty's cock. My head was spinning and my body was shaking. Juices poured from me and streamed down my legs. I let out a few muffled screams into Cindy's hot cunt.

Mr. Kelty pulled his cock from my pussy and pushed me aside. He moved in front of Cindy, pulling her forward so her ass was hanging over the edge of the desk and quickly worked his cock into her waiting cunt. He instructed me to get up on the desk so I could straddle her face and lean forward to lick Cindy's clit while he was fucking her. It wasn't long before Cindy's pussy exploded causing her juices to splatter all over my face.

Mr. Kelty pulled out his cock and shoved it in my mouth. He grabbed my head and began fucking my face as if it were a cunt. From his grunts and groans I could tell he was about to cum.

"Oh, yeah... that's it, baby... get ready... oh shit... here it cums, Jenny... aaaaaaahhhhh... uuunnngggghhhh..."

A powerful jet of thick gooey cream splashed against the back of my throat. This was followed by another and then another. I couldn't hold it all in my mouth.

""Don't swallow, Jenny. I think Cindy wants you to share, don't you, Cindy."

She mumbled in the affirmative, then climbed down from the desk and took Mr. Kelty's dripping cock from my mouth so she could suck the last few drops. When she was finished, I pulled her face to mine until our lips met. Our mouths opened in a passionate kiss. I still had a mouthful of cum which slowly oozed down my tongue and into her mouth. We swirled it back and forth between us using our tongues and mouths until we had swallowed it all down.

"Okay, girls, that's all for today. I'll see both of you next week."

Cindy and I put our panties back on and readjusted our clothes. I invited her over to my house, telling her that if we were lucky my brother and his friends would be there. She said my brother was cute and she wouldn't mind going out with him. I told her that I had seen him in the shower and he had a cock almost as big as Mr. Kelty's. She giggled and said "Let's go".

No one was home when we arrived. We grabbed a quick bite to eat and chatted about different sexual fantasies we had. Cindy told me she had only been with two other guys before Mr. Kelty, but that she thought about sex all the time. One thing led to another and we ended up kissing in the kitchen while leaning against a counter. I was fingering her pussy and she was rubbing my tits when we were unexpectedly interrupted.

"Don't stop just on account of me being here. I'm enjoying the show."

It was Daddy home early again. Cindy turned four shades of red, but I knew better. I walked over to Daddy, threw my arms around his neck and planted a hot, wet kiss on his lips. He grabbed my ass and lifted me in the air. I wrapped my legs around him. Finally he put me down and we broke apart.

"Welcome home Daddy. I brought you a present. This is Cindy."

Cindy was wide-eyed with an open mouth not sure she was actually experiencing this or dreaming. Daddy walked over behind Cindy and put a hand on her shoulder.

"You are a very attractive young lady, Cindy. Did you like what Jenny was doing to you when I walked in? Did it feel good to have her finger in your pussy?"

Cindy, in a trance, nodded her head. Daddy knew exactly how to play her.

"You are so pretty. You must make all the boys get hard when they look at you. And you have a terrific body. Would you mind if I touched you?"

Without waiting for an answer, Dad lowered his hand from her shoulder and cupped her right breast, squeezing it gently with his large hand. Dad put his other hand under her chin and turned her face back towards him. He leaned down and kissed her neck, moving up to her ear and finally her lips. His lowered his left hand to her other breast and pressed up tightly against her body. Cindy did nothing to stop him and soon was kissing him back with equal passion and grinding her ass against his bulging cock. 

I walked over and dropped to my knees in front of Cindy. I pushed her dress up and rubbed my fingers over her pussy through her pink cotton panties. Then I replaced my fingers with my mouth and began kissing, sucking and tonguing the growing wet spot oozing from inside her. Cindy reached down and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, exposing her cunt to my eager mouth. I quickly clamped my mouth over her mound and sunk my tongue deep inside. 

Daddy had his hands under Cindy's blouse and was squeezing and pinching her tits and nipples while kissing her neck and ear. I wedged a hand between Cindy's ass and Dad's cock and rubbed his monster. When I reached his zipper I pulled it down and slipped my hand inside wrapping it around his swollen manhood. 

Cindy was moaning and gasping with pleasure as my tongue danced over her clit. Juices were flowing from her cunt and smearing across my lips and chin. Daddy stepped back from Cindy and unfastened his trousers, letting them fall to the floor. Then he pulled Cindy's blouse over her head and removed her bra. Her two well formed tits bounced free, hanging majestically from her chest with small hard nipples pointing slightly upwards from the pink caps surrounding them.

I hooked my fingers in the elastic of Cindy's panties and pulled them down. She stepped out of them one leg at a time. Daddy turned Cindy around so she was facing him. She stared down at his monster cock, her mouth agape. Daddy guided her hand to him and wrapped her fingers around his massive girth. 

I stood pressed my lips to hers and pushed my tongue into her mouth. I knew she could taste her own pussy on me as we continued to kiss. I slid my lips down across her neck and chest until I was able to suck her nipple into my mouth. Daddy put his hand between her legs and shoved two fingers into her pussy. Cindy just let it all happen to her as if she were in a trance. 

I dropped to my knees and wrapped my lips around Daddy's massive cock, taking as much in my mouth as I could. Cindy fed him to me an inch at a time. I opened my throat to allow him to go deeper. Daddy and Cindy started began again while he continued to finger fuck her. Saliva was drooling from my lips and running down his cock and balls.

When he was good and hard, Daddy pulled his dripping cock from my mouth and turned Cindy until she was facing the counter. He bent her at the waist and asked her to spread her legs. She put her arms on the counter for support. Daddy lifted her skirt and stepped up behind her. I crawled over so I could help guide his cock to her waiting pussy. I rubbed the head up and down her juicy slit until it popped inside her. Cindy let out a grunt as she felt his massive girth stretch her pussy. 

No one said a word as Daddy worked his cock deeper and deeper up her cunt. Cindy let out a series of grunts and moans each time he thrust himself deeper. When he was about half way in he began fucking her faster and faster. I kept my hand wrapped around him as he hammered his cock in and out of her. In less than a minute Cindy had her first orgasm. She threw her head back and screamed. Juices from her cunt splattered all over my hand. Daddy pulled out until she was able to catch her breath. I quickly gobbled him into my mouth.

After licking him clean, I put daddy's cock back into Cindy's pussy. He quickly fucked her to another explosive orgasm. This time when he pulled out he guided Cindy down on her knees and shoved his slimy cock between her lips. She quickly gobbled him into her mouth, but was only able to take a few inches before she started choking. She kept working on him until she was finally able to swallow about seven inches. Then she passed him to me and I swallowed all but two inches before passing him back to Cindy. We continued to share him until Cindy was able to get most of him down her throat.

Daddy picked Cindy up by the arms and pulled her tightly to him. The length of his hard cock pressed against her stomach. Daddy leaned down and kissed her. She put her arms around his neck. He cupped her ass cheeks and picked her up. Cindy wrapped her legs around him and pulled herself up until the tip of his cock was just below her pussy. I reached up and wrapped my fingers around Daddy's bulging manhood, guiding him to her juicy slit. Her cunt lips stretched around him as she slowly lowered herself onto his engorged shaft. 

After taking several inches into her cunt, Cindy pulled up and slammed down on him, driving his cock deeper into her belly. I kept my hand wrapped tightly around the base of his shaft, feeding him into her hot pussy as she bounced up and down on his swollen monster. She was gasping and moaning as Daddy's cock continued to burrow into her juicy cunt. When she was impaled on all but the few inches I was holding, she started shrieking. Juices poured from her cunt coating Daddy's cock with her slick juices, which also dribbled over my fingers.

I removed my hand and kissed Daddy's balls. Cindy's ass pressed against my face each time she impaled herself on his oversized manhood. Her orgasm continued non-stop as the rest of Daddy's cock disappeared into her belly. Cunt juices continued to gush over Daddy's balls and my face. Then I did something really gross, except it seemed so hot when I did it. I buried my face between Cindy's ass cheeks and licked her asshole while caressing Daddy's balls with my hand. 

Cindy stopped bouncing and tilted her ass towards me while fully impaled on Daddy. I flicked my tongue rapidly over the tight little knot of her asshole anspressed the tip against the opening. Cindy was sobbing with her arms clutched desperately around Daddy's neck. Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably. She was exhausted, but her body wouldn't stop cumming. 

Cindy's pussy was convulsing and twitching against Daddy's cock buried deep in her belly. I felt Daddy's balls swell and knew he was about to shoot cum into Cindy's belly. I moved my hand under his balls and rubbed his scrotum. Daddy was thrusting hard into Cindy causing her to bounce up. I took my index finger and pressed it against her sphincter until it pushed inside. I went back to kissing and licking Daddy's balls.

Several things happened at once. Cindy squealed with delight as my finger buried itself up her ass. Daddy let out a loud grunt. His balls shrunk and I could feel cum surging through his scrotum just before it blasted from his cock into Cindy's womb. She let out a screeching wail as she felt his cum filling her belly. He kept blasting stream after stream of sticky goo into Cindy's cunt until it started to leak back down his shaft and over his balls. I eagerly licked it from him, swallowing the tasty mixture of juices.

By the time Daddy finished dumping his huge load into Cindy, her body had become limp. Soft, trance-like moans escaped from her throat. Daddy lowered her to a nearby chair and propped her lifeless body so she wouldn't fall over. Her arms fell limp to her sides and her head hung down above her heaving tits. Her legs were spread wide exposing her raw cunt lips folded open through the light brown curls sticky with beads of cum. Her pussy twitched involuntarily and released a river of white goo which oozed onto the chair and dripped on the floor.

Daddy's slimy cock was starting to wilt. I crawled over on my knees and sucked it into my mouth, cleaning him thoroughly with my lips and tongue. Then I moved to Cindy and licked the rest of Daddy's cum from her cunt. Cindy stirred back to life and put her hands on the back of my head, encouraging me with some soft and gentle groans. I moved up her body, tracing my tongue across her stomach, then stopping to stimulate her nipples. She pulled my face to hers and our mouths opened in a wet kiss. She shoved her tongue into my mouth so she could taste the remnants of the sex she had just experienced.

As our kiss became more passionate, Cindy moved a hand between my legs. She rubbed my pussy and clit until my juices were flowing, then she buried two fingers up my cunt. I spread my legs and humped her fingers. Cindy let her kisses slide down to my neck and then to my tits, gently biting my sensitive nipples. She slid to the floor and clamped her mouth over my pussy, shoving her tongue into my searing cunt. I put one foot on the chair to give her better access. 




Awakenings Ch. 04



This story is the fourth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous three episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own, I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

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At 7:00 the next morning I was on the road. It was the 21st of August. I took Interstate 90 west and reached Rapid City, South Dakota at suppertime. Tired and ready to stop I found a Motel 6, checked in and got directions to a local steak house. 

While I had a budget of one hundred dollars a day for motels, I knew that there would occasionally be times when I both wanted and needed to stay in an expensive hotel. Motel 6's were generally clean and adequate for my needs. They also usually cost less than fifty dollars a day. Every night I spent in a Motel 6 freed up fifty dollars that could later be spent for luxury accommodations 

After a good steak dinner I went back to my motel, took a shower and logged on to the Internet. There was an email from Ruth with a subject line indicating that it included a letter from Jeanne. I opened it.

Dear Michael

I'm so sorry that my thoughtless actions forced you to leave your home, your work and your family. I wish it was possible to go back in time and start over. If I could do that I'd begin by spending several months exploring the world of sex with you, only you. Regardless of what I told you that evening that I stupidly and without any preparation announced to you that I was going to have an affair, you have always been and always will be the man of my dreams.

Yes, I still have the desire to experience sex with other men and I still intend to pursue that desire. I know that you're having trouble accepting this, but it really is just sex and has nothing to do with love. You will always be the only man I'll ever love. 

I want you to know that I've stopped seeing Derek Fischer. Right after you left last Saturday morning I threw him out of the house. Michael, he threatened you. You effectively put him in his place, but I was still outraged. I would never have sex with a man who threatened you or was even impolite to you. When I read that I guess it doesn't sound like much, but it matters to me and I needed to tell you that.

I also want to explain that I hadn't planned to get together with Derek last Saturday morning. When we went out last Wednesday night I left my sweater in his car. It was that beautiful cashmere sweater with the pearl buttons that you gave me for Christmas two years ago. I didn't want to lose it. 

He called me Saturday morning. I told him that I couldn't see him for awhile. I really did want to try to make things right with you and that was going to include a lot of loving attention. Derek told me he had my sweater. In all the turmoil of the past few days I hadn't realized that I'd left it in his car. I did want the sweater back so I told him that he could stop by the house and give it to me. I really wasn't planning to let him stay, but once he was inside the house I stupidly let him kiss me and I melted. I'm sorry Michael, I'm not very strong right now and I have to admit that I did want to enjoy Derek again. I just wanted you to know that I didn't plan to have sex with him that morning.

I'm also sorry that we used our bed. I don't know what I was thinking. I promise you that even while your gone I will never again share that bed with anyone but you.

When I got your email this morning I immediately called Ruth. During our conversation she outlined the terms of the trust funds that you set up for me and the girls. Thank you, you've left us financially secure. I do appreciate that. I also need to say that I wasn't surprised. That's the kind of man you are. It's one of the many reasons I love you so much. I know that you will always take care of the girls and me. 

I only wish that I'd done a better job of taking care of you. There isn't anything I can do about that now, but when you finally do come home again I intend to make sure that you're the most loved man on this planet. If you'll allow me to do it I would like to try to suck and fuck you to death. 

I was planning to try to do that Saturday afternoon. I'm sorry that it didn't happen. I was also planning to invite you to fuck my rear Saturday. I'm eager to try it. I'm curious about how it feels. Now I'm going to have to wait. I always intended that you would be the first man to enjoy that pleasure with me and now I promise you that you will always be the only man to enjoy that pleasure with me. I hope that's an incentive to get you to come home sooner.

Edith Montgomery called me last night. I gather that you told Charles about our problems. Since you're going to be gone I suppose that you had to give him some kind of an explanation and the truth is always the best option. In any case, I'm glad you told them. I was surprised when Edith told me about their history. I love the idea of getting slutted up and I would have loved to have been one of the four harlots. I hope that hearing Charles tell you that he eventually learned to enjoy the lifestyle might help you.

When I talked to Ruth today I told her that Edith called me so she told me about Julia Ann, Diamond Foxx and Roxanne Hall. I looked them up on the Internet during my lunch break today. I have to thank you. Julia Ann is a beautiful woman. While you're gone I hope that you watch lots of her movies and imagine that it's me enjoying all of those handsome studs. Please don't be offended by that. I hope that like Charles, you will eventually learn to want this life style as much as I do. Sex really is fun. It took me forty-nine years and the help of my daughters to overcome the inhibitions that were drilled into me when I was growing up. Now that I've finally been able to do that I want to enjoy sex. Michael I don't just want to look like Julia Ann; I want to be Julia Ann or at least the movie Julia Ann. I want to be a slut. I know that's a crude word, but it doesn't have to be. 

My only regret is that I didn't include you at the beginning of my journey. I know why, I was still too inhibited. What really upsets me is that when I was finally able to overcome my inhibitions about sex I still didn't include you. I should have taken you by the hand, back tracked and guided you through the early part of the journey. It was a part of the journey that I'd already completed, but you're my partner. We needed to go through the entire journey together and I didn't do that with you. I wish I would have let you teach me how to give a blow job. We could have experimented. You could have told me what felt good and what didn't feel good. It would have been so much fun. Instead I let the girls teach me with a rubber cock. Even worse, once I learned how to do it properly another man was the beneficiary of my newly acquired skill. Michael I will forever be ashamed about that. You're the love of my life. You should always be first. While I really don't know how to make it up to you, I promise that when you return I will spend hours sucking your cock and licking your balls. 

I already miss you. I hope you won't be gone too long. When you are ready to come home give me a little warning. I'll want to buy a new dress and get my hair done just for you.

The girls send their love. They feel like they upset you when you talked to them on Thursday. I tried to assure them that it was me you were upset with and not them, but they still feel like they hurt you. It would be nice if you could send them a message telling them that you still love them.

They both wanted to write letters to you. I wouldn't let them do it. It's clear that you need some time away from the anguish I created for you. We're going to respect that decision and leave you alone. Please don't misunderstand that. We're not forgetting you. We will never forget you. All three of us will be thinking about you every minute of every day.

Michael I love you. Always remember that. Take the time you need, but as soon as you're ready please come straight home to me.

Be safe.

Love

Jeanne

I sat back in the hard motel chair, closed my eyes and sighed. While Jeanne's letter made it clear that she was continuing her plans to pursue a life style of free love, it was equally apparent that she was still deeply in love with me. I didn't know what to think. 

I smiled. That was why I was sitting in a Motel 6 in Rapid City, South Dakota. I needed time to figure all of this out. I sat up straight and opened a new email to Ruth. 

Ruth

Please forward this to Jeanne. Don't forget to delete my email address.

Jeanne

I also wish that you'd back tracked so that we could have started at the beginning of this journey together. You didn't, so now I have to take the initial part of the journey by myself. I'm sorry, but that means that there isn't any guarantee that we'll end up in the same place. I will promise you that while I'm gone I'll try to watch a Julia Ann movie as often as I can. As to the fantasies that I have while I'm watching them; that remains to be seen.

I love you and I already miss you too.

Michael

After I sent the email to Ruth I poured a glass of scotch and sipped it while I thought about everything that had happened. Eventually I reached the inarguable conclusion that life was confusing. 

Deciding that I needed to do less thinking, I down loaded a Julia Ann movie from the Internet and sipped another glass of scotch while I watched it. When the movie ended I went back to a favorite part and masturbated. As Jeanne's interest in sex had diminished over the previous several years I'd become quite accustomed to giving myself my own relief, but this was the first time I'd been interested in doing it since Jeanne had made her announcement that she was going to have an affair.

It felt good. When I was finished I climbed into bed and quickly fell asleep.

The next day I stopped at a souvenir store in Deadwood, South Dakota. I bought two post cards. On The back of each one I wrote: 

I love you, I miss you. I don't blame you for anything. Please understand that I need a little time to process everything that's happened. I look forward to seeing you when I return.

Love 

Dad

I sent one to Tricia and one to Jodie.

I spent the rest of the morning touring the Black Hills. After lunch I headed west. The next night I stayed in Buffalo, Wyoming. 

That night I downloaded another Julia Ann movie. The previous night I'd tried to avoid thinking about Jeanne while I watched the movie. It wasn't easy. This time I didn't try. I didn't fight it. I let myself imagine that I was watching Jeanne. Julia Ann is actually a talented actress. She's able to make me believe that she's truly enjoying herself. As I watched her suck her costars cock I remembered what Jeanne had looked like while she was licking Derek Fischer's balls. There wasn't any doubt in my mind that she'd been enjoying herself too.

At first I was jealous. Occasionally in the past Jeanne had grudgingly agreed to suck my cock. Unfortunately her obvious distaste about what she was doing almost always ruined the experience for me. 

As my jealousy was turning into sadness I recalled what Jennifer Rawlins had said to me in the Cosmopolitan Lounge; "My husband had me on a pedestal. I was his wife, the mother of his children and his ideal of feminine perfection. It was a status that I enjoyed and one that I wasn't willing to risk. I didn't dare admit to that wonderful man that I occasionally had an insatiable desire to be a nasty cock sucking slut."

I remembered what Jeanne had said in her letter; "It took me forty-nine years and the help of my daughters to overcome the inhibitions that were drilled into me when I was growing up. Now that I've finally been able to do that I want to enjoy sex."

I started to understand.

I watched the movie. I imagined that it was Jeanne sucking that big cock. I can't say that it aroused me. While watching a woman suck a man's cock certainly excited me, I still had mixed feelings about watching my wife do it. I did however have a reaction that surprised me. It was fun to imagine Jeanne enjoying herself so much.

I remembered what Charles had said to me the previous Saturday afternoon. "During the days before her weekend getaways Edith was actually giddy with excitement. It's fun to see the woman you love that happy."

Mixed feelings aside, I loved Jeanne and I had to admit that imagining her enjoying herself did make me happy.

After finishing the movie that night I went back to a scene where Julia Ann was eagerly sucking her costars cock. I watched it a second time and masturbated. When I was finished I slipped into bed and slept peacefully.

I spent the next several weeks sightseeing in the Rocky Mountains. I continued to stay in regular email contact with Ruth. In our emails we would often tease each other about our mutual burgeoning appreciation for erotic cinema. Ruth and her husband David were still enjoying Roxanne Hall movies on a regular basis.

Near the end of September I was at a Motel 6 in Boise, Idaho. After dinner I turned on my computer. There was an email from Ruth. I opened it.

Michael

I have something I want to discuss with you. I'm afraid that it's going to be a little personal. I'm writing to you about it because I trust you and in many ways it seems to be related to your situation with Jeanne. I hope I don't embarrass you.

Last night David and I were watching one of our Roxanne Hall movies. We now have an extensive collection. At the time I was actually the only one watching the movie. David was going down on me. I assume you understand what I mean by that. David loves giving me head, especially while we're watching a movie and frankly I enjoy it every bit as much as he does. 

Halfway through the movie David took a break. He looked up at me and asked if I ever fantasized about actually being with the men in the movies. The man in the movie we were watching was amazingly well endowed, so of course I was fantasizing about him. Not wanting to lie to David, I cautiously told him that I did. His reaction surprised me. He just smiled and said good and then he went back to pleasuring me.

I thought about all of this for a few seconds and then I tapped the side of David's head. When he looked up at me I asked him if he ever fantasized about other women.

He told me that he didn't. I was a little surprised by that, but I was even more surprised by his next revelation. He told me that all of his fantasies were about me with other men.

While I was shocked, I was also excited. Remember, David had just been going down on me. I pulled him up so he was sitting next to me and asked him if he'd like to see me with the man in the movie we were watching. He nodded and told me that he'd like that very much. He then asked me if I was excited by the size of the guy's cock. I'm sorry Michael, I don't mean to embarrass you. I just don't know how to explain what happened without using words like that.

You know David. He's not a big man. He has small hands and feet. He also has a small penis. I love him so it's always been enough for me, but I have a confession to make. Before I met David I was kind of a free spirit. I experienced a number of different men and several of them were well endowed. I have to admit that sex with some of those men was amazing, really amazing; so yes I was excited by the size of this guy's cock.

Still I didn't want to hurt David, so I tried to be diplomatic. I said that it was a big cock. David wasn't satisfied with that answer, he pressed me. He agreed that it was big but wanted to know if I found big cocks exciting.

I didn't want to lie to David, so I told him that I didn't want to hurt his feelings; but yes, big cocks did excite me. He told me that it was okay. He knew I loved him and he knew that I enjoyed his cock. Big cocks were a fun fantasy and it was all right with him if I wanted to enjoy that fantasy.

That made me feel better. I asked David if he enjoyed fantasizing about women with large breasts. He told me that he didn't and then he repeated that his favorite fantasies all involved me with other men, men with large cocks.

I was about to ask him another question, but he stopped me and slid back down the bed. As he repositioned himself between my legs he told me to imagine that he was getting me ready to enjoy the man in the movie and then he started licking me again. 

Michael I had an unbelievable orgasm and that's saying a lot because since David and I started watching the Roxanne Hall movies I've had some real whoppers.

After my orgasm was over David got on top of me and started fucking me. While he was fucking me he whispered that he was imagining that the guy in the movie had just finished fucking me and he was now getting slippery seconds. He asked me if I was too stretched out from the other man's huge cock to feel him.

At that moment I was so aroused that I jumped right into the fantasy and told David that after my lover's big cock I really couldn't feel his little penis. As soon as I said it, I regretted it. The last thing I want to do was hurt my wonderful husband's feelings. 

Amazingly, I didn't. In fact that answer seemed to excite David even more. He actually thanked me for allowing him to fuck me too and then he went at me with a passion that I'd never before experienced from him. While David was fucking me I had another massive orgasm and when he came he must have pumped a gallon of semen into me. It was the most amazing sex we've ever had.

Michael, I once again apologize for being so graphic, but this is the only way I can accurately describe what happened. I have to talk to someone about this and you're my best friend. Also, in a way this is kind of related to the problems you're having with Jeanne.

This morning, when I thought about what we did last night I got incredibly excited; but it also made me feel ashamed. I'm the mother of two teenagers. I was raised to be a proper lady. I go to church every Sunday. Suddenly my husband and I are fantasizing about me being a slut. Right now I'm feeling terribly confused.

But that's not all. Last night, after we were finished, we were lying in bed cuddling. I sensed that David was sad. I asked him about it. He told me that he was ashamed about what he'd just told me. He was certain that I was now disgusted by him. I assured him that I wasn't. I told him that he was the strongest man I knew and I loved him deeply. We were simply playing with a fun fantasy, a fantasy that excited both of us. That made him feel better. We cuddled together for a long time before we both finally fell asleep.

Sex certainly can be confusing.

Again, I'm sorry if this email is too graphic. I really needed to talk to you about it. I didn't know how to do that without being explicit.

Your friend 

Ruth

After I finished reading the email I sat back in the motel chair and shook my head. My wife, my daughters, Charles and Edith Montgomery, Jennifer Rawlins and now Ruth and David; it seemed like extra curricular sex was becoming the norm rather than the exception. I laughed to myself, the night Jeanne announced to me that she was planning to have an affair she suggested exactly that. Maybe she was right. Maybe most married women were getting a little extra on the side, or at least fantasizing about it.

Tired from the days drive, I turned off my computer and got into bed. As I tried to fall asleep I thought about Ruth and David. At least they were talking about it first. That had been Jeanne's biggest mistake. She didn't prepare me for it. She just dropped it on me.




Awakenings Ch. 04



I thought about Jeanne. I was still deeply in love with her. I wondered if she was dating. I suspected that she was. It was likely that Ruth talked to Jeanne frequently, so she probably knew. I was afraid to ask. I wasn't yet ready to know for sure. 

Unable to sleep, I turned my computer back on and watched another Julia Ann movie. In the movie she seduced a man much younger than she was. I wondered if Jeanne was dating college men. Oddly, part of me hoped that she was. Sex with a virile young man would be exciting for her. As I watched the movie I masturbated while I imagined that Jeanne was Julia Ann.

Afterward I felt some remorse, but then I remembered Charles Montgomery telling me that after time he learned to enjoy Edith's affairs because they made her so happy. I loved Jeanne and I wanted her to be happy too. Could I possibly learn to enjoy her affairs? Was that possible? Could I actually reach a point where I was happy when my wife was out on a date with another man? I sensed that I wanted that, but how could I? It seemed to be so very wrong.

Confused about my feelings; but extremely tired, I drifted into an unsettled sleep.

From Boise Idaho I drove west to Seattle. It was now early October. 

I spent two rainy days in Seattle. The evening I arrived I sent an email to Ruth telling her where I was.

The next morning I received a reply.

Michael

Thank you for the update about your trip. All of us are following you. Yes, I mean all of us. Of course Jason and I are eager to know where you are and what you're doing, but many others are too. Charles and Edith call me every week to ask if I've heard from you. And yes, Jeanne calls too. She calls me every day at lunch time. I also know that after she talks to me she always calls the girls to pass on the information you gave me. Michael all three of them love you very much and they miss you terribly. I miss you too Michael, so does Jason. 

The firm is running well. Jason is a good manager. He's not as good as you, but he's learning quickly and he's getting the job done. We hired another accountant. We were swamped, we really needed one. He started yesterday. He graduated from college last spring. His name is Bernie Kyle. He's a wiry little guy and kind of shy, but he has a wonderful sense of humor. Both Jason and I like him. We told him that the job is only temporary, but when you return I hope we have enough business to keep him working for the firm.

David and I are still playing our fantasy game. It's a little crazy, but I never imagined that sex could be so much fun.

Be safe and when you're ready please come home. All of us miss you.

Ruth

I wrote back.

Ruth

I'm glad to hear that things are going well at the firm. I never doubted that you and Jason would be able to run the business competently. I'm relieved that you hired another accountant. I'm sure that your work load was overwhelming. If he works out I will do everything I possibly can to retain him after I return.

I'm also pleased to hear that you and David are still enjoying your fantasy game. Adding a little spice to a marriage is healthy.

Let me know if you need anything, otherwise you'll hear from me in a week. Say hello to Jason, Charles, Edith and David for me. And Ruth, please tell Jeanne and the girls that I love them.

Michael

The following morning I had another email from Ruth.

Michael

After I read your email I called Jeanne and read it to her. When I read the part where you told me to tell her that you loved her she was silent for a moment and then she asked me to read it again. I did. She asked me to read it another time. I did. The third time I read it she cried. Michael, Jeanne really does love you.

Oh and yes, she does know about the fantasy game I'm playing with David. 

Ruth

I immediately wrote back.

Ruth

Do you know if Jeanne is dating?

Michael

A few minutes later Ruth wrote back.

Michael

Yes she is and while she is having sex on those dates, she adamantly maintains that it hasn't diminished her love for you at all. My conversations with Charles and Edith and the game that David and I are playing are helping me understand what she's saying. Jeanne contends that while we were taught that love and sex are synonymous, it isn't true or at least it doesn't have to be true. Jeanne is now convinced that sex can be a purely physical act and doesn't have to be an expression of love. It can just be fun.

Ruth

The next morning I left Seattle. 

After I left Seattle I spent two weeks exploring the Cascade Mountains and the Oregon coast and then I drove south to San Francisco.

I arrived in San Francisco in early November. I found an old motel overlooking the Pacific Ocean. It was just above The Cliff House. The Cliff House is an elegant old restaurant on the Pacific beach.

Lincoln Park was directly above my motel. When I explored the park I discovered a small municipal golf course with fabulous views of the Pacific Ocean, San Francisco Bay, the Golden Gate Bridge and downtown San Francisco. The next day I found a golf shop, bought a set of clubs and started playing every day.

Ruth and I continued to exchange emails. While they were mostly just news, ten days after I arrived in San Francisco she sent me one detailing a new development in the sex game she was playing with her husband.

Michael

Last night while David and I were watching one of our Roxanne Hall movies he asked me to tell him about the men I'd been with before we met. He knew that there had been several, but that was all he knew. He wanted to hear details, particularly about the sex. I was reluctant to tell him. I didn't want to hurt him or make him feel jealous. He was persistent, so I finally agreed.

As I confessed to you earlier, there were more than a few men. Actually there were many. I was trying to break that news to David gently, so I told him about four men that I'd dated regularly. At first I tried to be vague. I love David and I don't want to hurt him, but he pestered me for details. Michael you have to understand that we were both naked, we were watching a porn movie and David had been going down on me for at least twenty minutes. I was aroused. It also fit in with the game we've now been playing for almost three months. I have to admit that at that moment I actually wanted to tell David every seamy detail about those four other men. They're exciting memories and now the man I loved was asking me to share those memories with him. 

I made him lie down on the bed with his head propped up on two pillows so he could still see the movie playing on the television. Once he was settled I wrapped my fingers around his erection and began telling him about some of the sex that I experienced before we got married.

In an earlier email I mentioned that I'd been with a number of men who were quite large. Those four men were all large, but one of them was much larger than the others. His name was Nick Granger. He was the last man I dated before I met David. Nick was tall, handsome and a real stud in bed. He had a cock of porn star proportions, he recovered quickly and he could go for an amazingly long time. He was entertaining out of bed too. Nick was funny and outgoing. Unfortunately he was also lazy, arrogant and a notorious womanizer. He was a great boyfriend, but lousy husband material. As soon as I got to know David, I ended my relationship with Nick.

After I started telling David about the sex I had with Nick I could feel him getting even more aroused than he already was. That excited me and without thinking I began eagerly and graphically describing how wonderful the sex with Nick had been. As soon as I realized what I was doing I stopped and tried to apologize to David, but he laughed and told me that there wasn't any reason to apologize. He was happy that I'd had a chance to experience such an outstanding lover. 

At first I was shocked by David's reaction, but we talked about it and as we talked I realized that it fit with the game we've been playing. I relaxed, but I still I wanted to make sure that David was happy, so I started sucking his cock. While I was sucking him, David asked me if I ever missed the sex with Nick.

I love my husband. I didn't want to lie to him, but I also didn't want to hurt him so I carefully considered my answer.

I stopped sucking David, but I kept stroking him. As I stroked him, I admitted that I did have fond memories of the sex I had with Nick, but then I quickly explained to David that I loved him and because I loved him the sex I enjoyed with him would always be more satisfying than the sex I'd had with Nick.

David laughed and told me that he understood all of that, but I hadn't answered his question. He then asked it again. Did I ever miss the sex I had with Nick?

I laughed and asked him if he really wanted to know. 

He said that he loved me and he was confident that I loved him too; so the fact that I enjoyed and missed the sex that I once had with another man shouldn't really matter. 

I couldn't argue with his logic and I wanted to be honest with David so I admitted that there were times when I did think about the fun I used to have with Nick and yes at times I did miss the way he used to fuck me. 

I was still a little worried about how David would react to that confession, but he surprised me. He sat up, patted the pillows and asked me to lie back on the bed and spread my legs. We quickly switched positions. As David slipped between my thighs, he said that he wanted me to watch the movie and think about the wonderful sex I enjoyed with Nick. As soon as I lay back David started kissing and licking me.

Michael it took me about a minute to cum and it was incredible. After I recovered from my orgasm David pulled himself up next to me and asked if he could have slippery seconds. We were both giggling like school kids. Of course I said yes. 

Afterward, as we lay cuddled together David asked me if I was enjoying this game as much as he was. Michael, I can't explain it; but I really am enjoying it. I never dreamed that sex could be so much fun. When I admitted that to David he seemed genuinely happy. 

I don't understand what's happening, but I do have to admit that it's fun. Nobody is getting hurt, so I don't see any reason that we shouldn't be playing this game.

Michael, do you think we're crazy?"

Ruth

I replied immediately.

Ruth

No, I don't think you're crazy. You're both having fun with this game and neither of you is getting pressured to do something you don't want to do. The one thing I've learned from my problem with Jeanne is that communication, honest open communication is essential. Just keep talking and listening to each other and you'll be fine.

Michael

After sending the email I sat back in my chair and shook my head. From what Ruth was telling me it appeared that her husband David really was excited by the idea of her having sex with another man. That was...incredible. David wasn't some sleazy pervert. He was a regular guy. He worked for the city planning department. He was my friend.

It all started with those porn movies, the Roxanne Hall movies they were watching.

I was watching porn movies too. I was watching Julia Ann movies and doing exactly what they were doing. I was imagining that I was watching Jeanne. I was fantasizing about my wife playing with other men. Of course there was a big difference between David's situation and mine. My wife really was playing with other men.

How could that possibly excite me? It was perverted. Yet I had to admit that it did excite me. I watched those damned Julia Ann movies and imagined that I was watching Jeanne. What the fuck was wrong with me? I regularly jacked off while I was imagining my wife enjoying sex with men who weren't me.

I took several deep breaths. I calmed myself. I thought. Was it perverted? If it was, why was it perverted? It was perverted because everyone said it was perverted. That wasn't an adequate explanation. Jeanne didn't think it was perverted. I knew that. She told me that she differentiated between love and sex. She thought sex was fun. She believed that it was something to be freely enjoyed.

While many people would agree that sex was fun; they would add the stipulation that it should only be enjoyed by a husband and wife. Jeanne had challenged that assertion. She'd dared to ask why that limitation had been imposed on her and then, failing to find a reasonable explanation, she'd chosen to act. 

Unfortunately she hadn't allowed me to go through the same process that had eventually led her to the conclusion that had caused her to act. I wasn't prepared for her new life style. That was the crux of our current problem. That's why I was now sitting alone in an ocean side San Francisco motel.

That night I didn't watch a Julia Ann movie and masturbate. As I lay in bed trying to fall asleep I asked myself why. I immediately realized the answer. I was ashamed. I was ashamed of my perverted fantasies.

That realization raised another question. I'd just established that Jeanne had adopted her new life style because she no longer chose to accept the traditional moral dogma that had been instilled in her since she was a little girl. Jeanne was the only person in this world who's opinion actually mattered to me. If she didn't think her behavior was perverted, why should I? Furthermore, if that was the case; didn't it follow that my accepting or even enjoying her behavior didn't necessarily make me a pervert? While that made sense, I still felt like a pervert. 

I thought about that and understood immediately. I'd also been instilled with a moral code. Real men controlled their wives. They zealously guarded their conjugal rights. Only a wimp would allow his wife to enjoy the pleasure of another man.

I once again had to ask why. When Jeanne had sex with Derek Fischer was I in some way diminished as a man? I was now quite certain that Jeanne didn't believe that.

The evening that Jeanne rashly announced to me that she was intending to have an affair we did fight. I was shocked by her sudden and unexpected revelation. Angered by my adamant and to her, unreasonable refusal to even consider what she was telling me Jeanne had lashed out and said things that she has since told me she didn't mean.

While it took me some time, I now understood. Jeanne had foolishly believed that I would listen to her rationale for having an affair, grasp what she was telling me and immediately concur. She hadn't realized that I needed to go through a process similar to the one that she was completing. 

Since that night she's realized her mistake and apologized for abruptly dropping this bomb on me. She's also earnestly tried to make me believe that I'm still the man of her dreams and the only man she'll ever love. 

If Jeanne doesn't think less of me because she occasionally dates other men, why should I be concerned that it in some way diminishes me as a man? Intellectually I now understood that it doesn't. Unfortunately recognizing that and actually accepting it are two distinctly separate issues. 

I finally did manage to fall asleep that night, but it was a restless sleep. I was still overwhelmed with emotional turmoil.

The next day I played golf by myself. I needed to be alone. I needed to think.

I missed Jeanne terribly and I believed she missed me. I wanted to go home. I wanted to see Jeanne and I wanted to see my daughters.

I knew that Jeanne was dating other men, but that wasn't bothering me as much anymore. My conversation with Jennifer Rawlins had given me some insight into what was happening with Jeanne. Charles and Edith had helped too. Hearing about Ruth and David's adventures was also helping me. The image of Ruth enjoying sex with another man actually seemed to excite David and Charles had told me that he eventually reached a point where he enjoyed Edith's affairs. 

While I was learning to accept Jeanne's desire to have sex with other men, I still had misgivings. I was afraid that both watching Jeanne get dressed for a date with another man and waiting for her to come home from her date would be agonizing for me. 

As I thought about those two concerns, I realized that they weren't insurmountable problems. I didn't have to be at home while Jeanne was getting ready for a date and when she was out I could find things to do that would help me pass the time.

Charles told me that before a date Edith would always make sure that he was well taken care of sexually. Jeanne had made a similar promise to me. She'd tried to convince me that this could become a sexual adventure for both of us. She'd pledged that she would make me a happy and well satisfied man. That would certainly help make her dates more bearable for me. 

Actually, I hoped that like Charles I might eventually reach a point where I enjoyed Jeanne's dates. Watching her get ready for an evening with another man could turn out to be fun. I loved Jeanne. Seeing her giddy with excitement as she anticipated the pleasure she was going to have on her date could make me happy.

Watching the Julia Ann movies and imagining that Jeanne was Julia Ann had also made it clear that like David, picturing my wife with another man excited me. I could easily imagine spending the time Jeanne was out on a date watching Julia Ann movies and fantasizing about what she was doing, especially if I knew I was going to be rewarded with some hot sex when she returned home.

For a brief moment I actually contemplated ending my trip and returning home, but then I realized that I couldn't. Those weren't the real reasons I had to leave. There were other concerns, concerns that were much more serious. Sadly those concerns weren't my issues, they were Jeanne's and I wasn't even certain that she was aware of them.

Charles was right. I had to stay away. I had to stay away for at least a year. By being away I was providing Jeanne with an opportunity to experience the unfettered life of a single woman, a woman free to be a sexual libertine. 

While Jeanne adamantly maintained that she loved me and needed me, I wasn't certain that the love and security she got from me were more important than the thrill she was getting from her sexual adventures. If was going to try to stay with Jeanne I needed to know that she still wanted me. The only way I could do that was to give her an opportunity to experience life without me. If after a year she still eagerly welcomed me home, I believed that I could feel reasonably confident that she continued to want to maintain a serious relationship with me. 

There was another reason I had to stay away. It was a darker and more unnerving reason. I feared that Jeanne might fall in love with one of the men she was dating.

My thoughts returned to Jeanne's date with Derek Fischer. Seeing her passionately kissing him on our front lawn and then the next day hearing that she'd held his hand during a romantic dinner at the Kennsington Grill had actually been much more painful for me than catching them naked together in our bed.

I loved Jeanne. Losing her to another man would be devastating; but if she's doing this because she's grown tired of me, I needed to know it. If she's fallen out of love with me I had to give her an opportunity to find someone new. Trying to hang on to a person who no longer loves you can only lead to a life of unbearable anguish and conflict. 

As I left the golf course it occurred to me that there might be a way to get some insight into what Jeanne was currently thinking. As soon as I got back to my motel I emailed Ruth. 

Ruth

You mentioned that Jeanne is dating. Please call her and ask what she does on her dates. Don't worry, I understand that she's having sex. That's not what I'm asking about. I'm curious to know what she does before and after the sex.




Awakenings Ch. 04



Michael

As I was about to send the email I realized that there was a risk that Jeanne might say that it was none of my business. I quickly concluded that a response like that would reveal a great deal about Jeanne's current feelings for me. 

I sent the email.

As soon as I got home from golf the next afternoon I turned on my computer and saw that Ruth had replied. I anxiously opened the email

Michael

I called Jeanne. She was elated to hear that you'd asked her this question. She thought she understood why you asked it and she was eager to answer it. She told me about her dinner with Derek Fischer at the Kennsington Grill and that you later asked her how she'd feel if she walked into a romantic restaurant and saw you holding hands with another woman. 

She admits that she'd be devastated. I understand. If I saw David holding hands with another woman I'd be devastated too. She told me that when she decided to start having affairs she wasn't looking for romance. You always have and always will provide all the romance she wants. She asked me to remind you that other than you, Derek Fischer was the first man she'd dated in over twenty-seven years. She was a little out of practice and did some things with him simply because that was what she'd learned to do as a single young woman.

She now understands that she's not a single young woman, she's a mature married woman who's deeply in love with her husband. Her dates are about sex and only about sex. 

She said that she does occasionally go to a night club with a man for drinks and a little dancing and sometimes she'll meet a man in a bar for a cocktail, but most of her dates meet her at your house. They'll have a cocktail in the living room and then they'll retire to Tricia's old bedroom for sex. She hopes you can understand that the evenings are more fun if she and her date take a little time to talk and flirt with each other. A little casual conversation over a cocktail or an hour or two spent dancing in a night club makes the sex much more enjoyable for Jeanne. 

Michael, she asked me to be sure to tell you that she does kiss her dates. She doesn't want to lie to you or mislead you. The kisses don't mean anything, they're not intended to be romantic. Kissing is just an important part of sexual foreplay for her. 

She hopes that you're not upset because she's entertaining men in your house. She's very concerned about how you feel about that. She explained that motels are inconvenient and seem like an unnecessary expense. She wants to assure you that when she's done playing with one of her dates he always goes home. You're the only man who will ever sleep with her. She also asked me to tell you that she fully understands the gravity of the mistake she made that Saturday morning with Derek Fischer. She will never again entertain a man in a bedroom she shares with you.

Michael, Jeanne really does love you and she's very concerned about your feelings.

Ruth

I wrote back.

Ruth

Please read this to Jeanne.

Jeanne I understand. Of course you have to be friendly with your dates. Cold dispassionate sex wouldn't be much fun. I'm happy to hear that some of your men friends are taking you dancing. I remember how much you used to love dancing when we were first married. I'm glad you're having a good time. 

I've had time to think and I'm beginning to understand your assertion that sex doesn't have to be an expression of love. It can simply be a pleasurable activity enjoyed by two adults, much like playing tennis or golf. If you were playing tennis with a man you would certainly be friendly and talk casually before and after your match. You might even go out for a drink or ice cream after your match, but you probably wouldn't kiss or hold hands while you were sitting in the bar or ice cream store.

While I'm beginning to understand that what you're doing isn't necessarily a threat to our relationship, I have to admit that when I think about what you're doing I still experience occasional periods of jealousy. You're going to have to be patient with me.

It may seem strange to you, but when I think about your brief affair with Derek Fischer the images of him kissing you and you holding his hand during dinner at the Kennsington grill are much more disturbing than the memory of seeing you in bed with him naked.

That wasn't an attempt to make you feel guilty about what you did. I understand and accept your explanation of why it happened. It was your first date with a man other than me in over twenty-seven years. You were nervous and excited. Of course you resorted to dating behaviors that you developed when you were an unmarried young woman. 

I told you that so you would understand that romantic involvement is much scarier for me than physical involvement. That said, I do realize that the trappings of romance are an important part of sexual foreplay. Of course you're going to kiss your dates. When you leave a night club to go to our house, I hope your date has his arm around your shoulder. I know how much you enjoy that. I only ask that you be careful. I fear that we may be playing a dangerous game.

I agree with you, motels are an inconvenience and a needless expense. Don't worry, I don't have any objections to your entertaining your dates in our house. It actually makes good sense. I will admit that I was happy to hear that you're not letting your dates spend the night with you. I was also pleased to learn that your using Tricia's old room. I'm sure she doesn't mind.

I actually have a suggestion. It may seem like a strange suggestion for a husband to make to his wife, but it I think it's a good idea so I'm going to go ahead and make it. Why don't you turn Tricia's old room into your play room. I doubt that Tricia would object, in fact I suspect that she'd think it was a good idea. We still have a little money that I held in reserve when I created the trust funds. I could easily give you a budget of ten thousand dollars for the remodeling. That would allow you to have the room repainted and re-carpeted, buy some new furniture and maybe even purchase several erotic prints for the walls. I think it would be fun. You can also look at it as my way of thanking you for not entertaining your dates in our bedroom. I really do appreciate that.

Jeanne, I love you. I miss you. I think about you constantly. I look forward to the day we can once again be together. Give my love to the girls for me.

Love

Michael

Ruth

Thank you for passing this on and thank you for acting as a go between for Jeanne and me.

Michael

Realizing that with this email I was telling Jeanne that I was now willing to accept her new life style I took a deep breath and clicked on the send button.

As soon as that was done I sat back in my chair and closed my eyes. After a moment I realized that I was smiling. I'd just taken a major step towards rebuilding my relationship with my wife.

My happiness waned as I realized that it would still be many months before I could return home. I had to give Jeanne an opportunity to discover exactly how she wanted to live her new life. Even more important she had to decide whether or not there was a place for me in that new life. The only way I knew how to do that was to make her experience life without me. While her answers to the questions I asked her today gave me hope, I knew that she still needed time before both of us could be certain that she really did want to include me in this new life.



Awakenings Ch. 04



Cindy moved her tongue over to my asshole as I had done to her and gave me a good reaming. Then she shoved two fingers up my cunt, twisting and turning them to hit all the right pleasure points. I could feel a strong orgasm coming on and braced myself to let go. Cindy pulled her fingers from my cunt and pressed one into my sphincter until my asshole opened and let it slide in. She moved her mouth back to my pussy and flicked her tongue over my sensitive clit, then shoved hard and buried her finger all the way up my ass. I lost it. My whole body started shaking. I was gasping and squealing as I clutched the back of the chair. My pussy gushed all over Cindy's face.

Just as I was catching my breath, Cindy's mouth was replaced something big and hard. I realized that Daddy was about to put his cock in my pussy from behind. I felt his large knob push into me stretching my cunt lips around his shaft. He continued to burrow deeper and deeper up my cunt. My head was spinning with excruciating pleasure as he filled me full of cock. When he started fucking me I screamed out with another orgasm. He kept hammering my cunt and I kept cumming. Juices gushed from my cunt and streaked down the insides of my thighs. When I was exhausted and couldn't take any more he finally pulled out to let me recover.

"Hey girls, let's go back to the bedroom and finish this."

In the bedroom Daddy mounted Cindy, pinning her legs back to her shoulders, and speared her with his giant cock. I watched his cock move in and out of her tight cunt as he repeatedly pumped himself deep into her womb. She was screaming uncontrollably and clutching at the bedspread. 

He finally climbed off Cindy and moved over on top of me where he fucked me to a series of explosive orgasms. Then he rolled me over on my stomach, grabbed a bottle of baby oil on the bedside stand and poured some onto my ass and his cock. He shoved two fingers up my ass and swirled them around. Then I felt the head of his massive cock pressing into me until it popped through my asshole. I thought I was going to split in half as he pushed his shaft deeper and deeper into my bowels, but somehow I was able to take all of him until he bottomed out.

Daddy slowly moved in and out of me until I adjusted to his girth. He picked up the pace, slamming harder and harder on each thrust. I pushed my ass up in the air to meet him. Cindy crawled over and shoved a hand under me until she could feel my pussy. She slipped two fingers up my cunt, adding to the pleasure I was receiving from Daddy's cock. 

I was on the edge of another orgasm but couldn't quite get over the top. Then I felt Daddy's cock swell inside me. He grunted and unleashed a powerful stream of cum. I could feel the warm jet splashing against my bowels, then another. That sent me over the edge. I started thrashing around on the bed and screamed out as an intense orgasm washed over me. Daddy collapsed onto my back when he was spent, breathing hard with his cock still buried in me. My asshole twitched a few time around his wilting cock and finally squeezed it out followed by a flood of cum which continued to ooze from me.

The next day my pussy and ass were both sore. I needed to take a day off from fucking so I wore jeans and a conservative top to school. When I got to Mr. Kelty's class I couldn't stop staring at the bulge in his pants. Later, Miss Carter walked around the classroom stopping several times next to my desk with her pussy less than a foot from my face. I don't think she was wearing panties because I could smell it. 

Despite the temptations, I resisted touching myself all day. Later that night John came into my room after mom and dad had gone to bed. He told me how mom had picked him up from school early for a doctor's appointment. They were in and out of the doctor's in 15 minutes. Mom drove to a motel on the edge of town and paid for a room. 

John said that he and mom sucked and fucked for over two hours until he was drained. They made quite a racket all afternoon with the bed slamming into the wall and mom screaming and shrieking each time he shoved his cock into her. John said there was a couple in the next room doing the same thing. Afterwards they showered and he fucked mom in the ass for the first time. He said she went crazy, screaming and yelling four letter words until he blew his load into her bowels.

I told John about dad and Cindy. We were both getting hot trading stories. I was jerking John's cock while he had two fingers up my cunt. I was about to climb on top of him and stuff his cock up my pussy when we heard loud groans coming from down the hall. Dad and mom were going at it and making quite a racket. We tiptoed down the hall and cracked the door a few inches. They had left a night light on and we could see mom on top riding him hard. Her ass was lifting all the way up his length then slamming down hard, causing a loud "aaaaahhhhh" to escape from her throat. Then she had an orgasm and her whole body was shaking.

Dad flipped her over and started hammering her from on top. Her orgasm continued non- stop. We could hear the wet slap of his balls each time he buried his cock into her cunt. John, who was standing behind me, pulled up the back of my night shirt and poked his cock towards my pussy. I tilted my ass and reached between my legs to guide him to my dripping cunt. John's cock easily slipped inside me and buried itself deep in my belly. I grabbed the door frame for support. John slipped his hands up to my tits. We started fucking while continuing to watch mom and dad through the crack in the door which I had carelessly let swing open about a foot.

Dad finally pulled out of mom who was exhausted from her non-stop orgasm. He climbed up on her belly and put his glistening cock between her large tits. Mom squeezed them together and he slid his cock bck and forth between them. She tucked her chin and opened her mouth to receive dad's cock each time he thrust. Behind me, John picked up the pace and hammered my cunt with short, hard thrusts that almost picked me up off the ground each time he went in me. I was biting my lip to keep from making noise but I could feel myself losing the battle.

Dad was the first to cum. He grunted loudly and blasted a stream of cum up mom's nose and over her forehead. She caught the second blast in her mouth, then pointed him at one nipple for the next blast and then her other nipple. Finally she took him into her mouth to drain him until he went limp. 

Watching dad cum on mom was too much for John. He tried to muffle a grunt just before his cock sprayed a hot stream of cum up my cunt, followed by another and then another. That was too much for me and I gasped much too loudly from my orgasm. I held onto the door frame tightly as I tried to control myself. I could feel my cunt gushing and my legs shaking. When I finally regained control, I looked up and saw mom staring towards us. I froze hoping she wouldn't see me in the dark. John and I quickly returned to our respective rooms and crawled into bed.



Awakenings Ch. 05



I found an old notebook as I was cleaning out the attic of the house we recently bought. It was handwritten by a girl named Jenny. I couldn't believe the story that unfolded as I read those old and worn pages written in ink. I decided it was too good and needed to be shared with the world. Here is part 5, unedited.

The next morning mom came into my room while I was still in bed. She was wearing a pair of tight shorts and a white dress shirt tied just below her tits. The shirt was unbuttoned in a way that exposed a lot of bulging cleavage. The clear outline of her dark nipples told me she wasn't wearing a bra. Mom said she wanted to talk to me about girl stuff. I was suspicious after last night, so I just listened.

"Jenny, sweetheart, as pretty as you are boys are going to want to do all kinds of things to your body. And they're going to want you to do all kinds of things to them. I just want you to know that it's not dirty or wrong to do these things. Not if you know what you're doing. I'm curious, Jenny, if you know what I'm talking about or if you've already tried some of these things."

I shrugged my shoulders. She wasn't going to get anything out of me.

"You know when I was your age I was a pretty hot number. That was a long time before I met your dad. All the boys I dated just loved to feel my tits. I always let them. If I was enjoying the date I usually let them take off my bra and blouse - if I was even wearing a bra that is. Of course that would just get us both hot, particularly if he sucked on my nipples. Oh, I'm sorry, Jenny, does it bother you for me to talk like this?"

I shrugged my shoulders again. I couldn't help but glance at mom's hard nipples which were poking through her blouse.

"Anyway, we would usually end up in the back seat of a car kissing and feeling each other. I'll never forget my first hand job. You know what that is, don't you? I was out with this big football player. He was feeling my tits and kissing my neck and ear when my hand kind of wandered over to the front of his pants and started rubbing along his hard bulge. He unzipped himself and pulled out his penis. I touched it with my fingers and wrapped my hand around it. I couldn't believe I was actually touching a real penis. I moved my hand up and down, slowly at first then faster and faster. I leaned over to look at it. It was dark, but I could make out the shiny head and the little slit in the top. I felt him swell in my hand, and then a geyser of white gooey stuff erupted from his penis and hit me square in the face. More and more stuff came squirting out onto my tits, arm and hand. God, I couldn't believe how much there was. I was a real mess. Oh honey, I'm grossing you out, aren't I?"

Actually, she was turning me on but I didn't say so. I shifted so I could put a hand between my legs under the covers without mom knowing what I was doing. She traced he fingers down her cleavage while looking off in the distance, then continued.

"You can imagine I dated him quite a bit after that. He was the first boy to finger me. I'll never forget the first time he did it. When put his hand inside my shorts and his fingers touched the bare flesh of my pussy I almost exploded. Then I felt his fingers go in me. I started humping against him like crazy. When I came I screamed so loud that I knew the people in the next car could hear me. After that I let every guy I dated finger me to orgasm, and I would reward them with a hand job. That was, of course, until I learned how to give blow jobs. You do know what a blowjob is, don't you?"

I nodded my head yes. My fingers had worked me into a highly aroused state where I didn't care what mom knew. I was frantically pumping my fingers in and out of my pussy. Mom had to know what I was doing. As she continued talking, she slid her hand inside her shirt and payed with her tits.

"Jenny, I'm just going to open my blouse if that's okay. Anyway, one afternoon I went to the woods behind the school with this boy from my history class. We sat down against a tree and started kissing. I opened my blouse so he could feel my tits and then unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock - that's another word for penis, but I think you already know that. Anyway, it turned out his cock was really big. I wrapped my fingers around it and pumped up and down. I leaned over to watch. I always liked to watch when the white sticky stuff would shoot out the top, even if it sometimes hit my face. 

"As I stared at this beautiful cock he put his hand on my neck and pushed my face closer. It just seemed so natural to open my mouth and let it slide inside. I continued stroking him with my hand and let him thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. I was moving my own head up and down letting him go a little deeper on each thrust. I swirled my tongue over him as his cock moved in and out of my mouth. 

"I should have known what was about to happen when I felt him swell in my hand, but I was too absorbed with using my mouth to notice. Something warm and gooey splashed against the back of my throat. When I realized what was happening, I wasn't sure what to do. I kept my lips wrapped around him and let him fill my mouth with cum. You probably know, Jenny, but that's what they call the white gooey stuff that shoots from a boy's cock. Anyway, before he was finished it began leaking from my lips and running down my chin. He finally pulled out leaving me with a whole mouthful of the stuff. I looked up at him and saw the satisfied but drained look of his eyes staring back at me. I just closed my mouth and swallowed.

"After that I became addicted to blow jobs. My dates always got one - well, usually two or three. Whenever I got the urge I would just find the nearest willing male. I even did some of the male teachers and a few of my friends fathers. Once I did the entire football team and coach in the back of a van at their championship celebration party. I must have swallowed a quart of cum that night. In the yearbook you may have noticed my nickname in high school was `BJ'. So tell me, Jenny, now what do you think of your mom."

The image of mom at my age with her lips wrapped around all those cocks, and watching her openly squeezing her naked tits and pinching her nipples had me close to orgasm. I bit my lip to hold it back as long as I could. 

"Tell me more, mom, like when you first did it - you know - fucked. Was that with daddy?"

"Heavens no. I didn't meet you dad until I was out of college. Actually I liked giving blow jobs so much that I didn't even think about fucking at first. I'd usually go down on my date after a few minutes of petting and have him cum in my mouth a few minutes after that. He'd finger me to a couple of orgasms and then I would go down on him again. Believe it or not, some of my dates could get it up for a third time, and we're talking no more than an hour or two because I had a curfew. I won't tell you how old I was, but most of the guys were still virgins and I was their first blow job.

"One night I was supposed to go on a double date with one of the older boys on the football team and his friend, only when they showed up there wasn't another girl. They said she got sick so it would just be the three of us. After stopping at the local hamburger joint, we decided to go to a drive-in movie theater and watch some cheesy horror movies. We parked in a place where there were only a few cars so we could have some privacy. We spiked our cokes with bourbon and I got pretty drunk. Jake, my date, put his arm around me so I snuggled up to him. When we started kissing his hand went right to my tits. I was wearing a halter which he easily pulled down exposing my naked tits for him to explore. I forgot all about Mark who was in the back seat watching us. 

"Well, baby, you can imagine what happened next knowing my addiction to blow jobs. My hand dropped to the bulge in his pants while he sucked my tits. I unzipped him, dug my hand in his pants and pulled out his naked cock. It was bigger than others I had sucked. I couldn't wait to get my lips on it. I wrapped my fingers around its girth and started stroking him. It was a little tight with the steering wheel, but I had given a lot of blow jobs in the front seat of a car.

"Jake unbuckled his pants and pushed them to his knees. My head dropped to his lap and I felt this wonderful cock slide between my lips and into my mouth. I knew exactly how to use my tongue, lips and hand to extract maximum pleasure. I could tell it was working and knew I was about to feel his thick creamy sperm splashing into my mouth. That's when Jake put his hands on the back of my head and pushed down. His cock lodged itself in the back of my throat and I thought I was going to choke, but I didn't want to lose him. I pushed my tongue down his length and relaxed my throat. I let go of his cock which slid into me until my mouth was pressed against his pubes.

"He was fucking my mouth and slamming my head up and down his shaft, burying his cock down my throat on each thrust. I did everything I could to keep from gagging. When I felt his thick cum erupt in a powerful blast down my throat, I couldn't swallow and started to choke. I was coughing cum, but Jake kept spewing more and more in one stream after another. I wrapped my hand around his slimy shaft and pumped cum all over my face while it drooled from my mouth. I was a real mess when he was finished. It was the first time I had taken a cock in my throat."

I couldn't hold back any longer. I let out a gasp as an orgasm swept through me. Juices gushed onto my fingers which were frantically rubbing my cunt. Mom pretended as though she didn't even notice and continued on with her story, although now she had a hand inside her shorts fingering her own pussy. She climbed under the covers with me and continued her story.

"When I was finished, Jake asked me if I'd do Mark since he didn't have a date. Mark already had his cock out and was stroking it in the back seat. He was even bigger than Jake. I climbed part way over the front seat until I was able to wrap my lips around his cock. My ass was high in the air and bent over the seat, with my legs dangling behind me. I gave Mark the same treatment I had given Jake. He was moaning as his orgasm neared. 

"I was looking forward to my second mouthful of cum when I felt my jeans being pulled down. I didn't think anything of it. When he rubbed my pussy sparks of pleasure shot through me. Then he rammed two fingers up my cunt and finger fucked me from behind. I'd never been fingered like that - so deep and fast. An orgasm exploded from my pussy. I had to take Mark from my mouth.

"Jake got behind me and pulled my jeans and panties down even further. I went back down on Mark, this time taking him into my throat. Jake was wedged between me and the dashboard. I realized his hard cock was now pressed between the cheeks of my ass. I was on fire and began moving my ass up and down his shaft."

Mom pulled off her shorts, then took my hand in hers and guided it to her steamy cunt, which was shaved bare except for a small tuft of hair. She let go of my hand when I began rubbing her where she wanted me to rub. 

"That's it, baby, right there... oooohhhh... keep it up. Now where was I? Oh yes. Well, I should have realized what I was inviting, but I honestly didn't. I was feeling too good to think. Besides, I was working very hard at trying to get Mark to cum in my mouth. Jake slid his cock down my ass until the tip was pressing against my pussy. He moved a hand between my legs and spread my cunt lips - you do know what a cunt is, don't you? Good. I could feel his cock sliding back and forth across my wet pussy. Then he pressed it into my opening. I felt my pussy stretching as he started to enter me.

"I swear to god, Jenny, it wasn't until that moment that I realized I was about to get fucked for the first time. Oh, baby, you really know how to get a girl's juices flowing. Would you mind sucking your mom's tits while I finish telling you about Jake and Mark. Mmmmmmmm... that's real nice, baby.

"Well, next thing I knew, Jake had pushed his cock deeper in my tight little pussy. He pulled back and pushed deeper still. I continued to hold Mark's cock deep in my throat sensing that he was nearing orgasm. As Jake's cock went deeper and deeper up my cunt my head began spinning. I could feel pressure building in my gut that was about to explode. Jake was finally all the way in me. He stayed there for a few moments. I couldn't believe how completely filled my pussy was, or the pleasure that the pressure of his cock was giving me.

"Mark grabbed my head and slammed his cock in and out of my mouth. I was taking him deep into my throat on each thrust. Then Jake began fucking me slowly, but that was all it took to break the dam. My body exploded in a mind shattering orgasm. Somehow I was able to hold Mark in my throat which muffled the moans I was making as juices poured from my cunt and bolts of lightening shot through my body.

"That was when I felt Mark's cum splashing against my throat. He held my head in place, bucked his hips several times and continued to pump streams of cum into me. I was on the verge of passing out from my own orgasm. I barely notice when he finally let his shrinking cock fall from my mouth along with a flood of white goo that dribbled over my lips.

"God, Jenny, I'm getting close. I know I shouldn't ask, sweetheart, but would you do me with your mouth. You know, kiss your mom's pussy and lick me with your tongue. You don't mind, do you baby? Oh yea... that's it. Oh shit. You've done this before, haven't you... Ooooohhhhh. Let me finish the story and then I'm going to cum in your mouth, honey. 

"Jake was hammering me hard by this time. My orgasm didn't seem to stop, only vary in intensity from minute to minute. I was gasping and squealing, barely able to stand the pleasure that was consuming me. Mark pulled my head back to his cock and had me suck him to life. I heard Jake grunt and swell inside me. Then I felt his seed splash against the walls of my cunt. This sent me off on the most intense orgasm of all. He continued filling my cunt and I continued cumming. He finally pulled out and slid back into the driver's seat. I could feel his goo running down the insides of my thighs.

"Mark pulled me over into the back seat, had me straddle his lap and slowly lowered me onto his cock until he was all the way up my cunt. He grabbed my ass cheeks and rammed his shaft in and out of me. He was even bigger than Jake and had me cumming after the first few strokes. I rode him for what seemed like an eternity until he finally came inside me. They both fucked me one more time before taking me home. I staggered into the house with a cunt full of cum, barely able to walk. 

"Hurry, Jenny, finish me. Oh shit... aaaahhhhhh."

I was so fucking horny that I twisted around and swung my leg over mom's head. She sunk her tongue into my cunt while I continued licking her. Mom came first. She dug her fingers into my thighs and bucked her pussy into my mouth. She tried unsuccessfully to muffle her screams. Juices gushed from her cunt into my mouth and all over my face. She kept cumming and cumming as she squirmed and bucked below me. She finally calmed down and went to work on me with her fingers and tongue. She knew what she was doing and had me squirming and gasping about in less than a minute. She sucked the juices from my gushing cunt until I finally stopped cumming. "I'm really glad we had this little talk, Jenny, aren't you," mom asked while pulling on her shorts. "My baby is growing up so fast. I'm glad I could share what I was going through at your age. We'll talk some more about you next time. I want to hear all about what you've been doing with that sweet tasting pussy of yours."

Mom pulled on her top and stood by the side of the bed looking down at me with her hands on her hips. She was so beautiful and sexy. I couldn't believe I had just sucked her pussy, the same one dad had fucked thousands of times and had been wrapped around John's cock yesterday. 

"I think I'll go wake up your brother. He's getting so big, don't you agree?"

Mom winked at me with a knowing smile. She leaned over and kissed me on the lips, lingering long enough to let our tongues mingle, then walked out and closed the door.

The next day after school I ran home hoping John would be there to help me get off. I was disappointed when I found him with two of his wrestling teammates standing in the kitchen. My pussy needed pounding, but it looked like I would have to wait until later. I introduced myself and talked with John's friends long enough to be polite, then excused myself so I could get to my room and finger my dripping pussy.

I pulled off my jeans and climbed face down onto the bed. I spread my legs and lifted my ass in the air, shoving a hand into my panties until my fingers found the searing folds of my cunt. With my other hand I squeezed my tits and pinched my nipples. I closed my eyes and imagined Mr. Kelty's big cock thrusting in and out of my cunt as I bounced up and down on it. A quick but mild orgasm washed over me causing me to gasp. Juices gushed across my fingers.

I grabbed a bottle of baby oil and coated my fingers. I pushed a hand under the back of my panties and pressed a finger against my sphincter. It easily slipped into my asshole. I pushed a second finger up my ass. With my other hand I shoved two fingers into my pussy and fucked both holes at the same time. I imagined Mr. Hayes catching me with Mr. Kelty and deciding to punish me by fucking my ass while Mr. Kelty continued to fuck my pussy. I was spewing obscenities as I squirmed against my fingers.

"Oh god yes... fuck my pussy, Mr.Kelty... pound you big cock up my cunt... aaaaahhhhh... shove it deeper in my ass, Mr. Hayes... yes. squirt you hot thick cum inside me... uuunnnnggghhh."

I didn't hear the door open. I was oblivious to the world around me as I neared a powerful and long overdue orgasm. I was so close that I didn't even notice my panties being pulled down. I screamed. My pussy gushed juices all over my hand. I was still cumming when a hard cock pressed against my lips forcing me to open my mouth. It took me a moment to realize that this was real and no longer a dream. I also realized it was a cock I had never sucked. Behind me someone pulled down my panties. Two fingers slipped into my pussy. I tilted my ass in the air while I sucked the cock in my mouth. The fingers were pulled from my pussy and replaced by a big hard cock. I moaned when it slid deep into my cunt. I heard my brother's voice nearby. "I told you guys she wouldn't mind."

The cock in my pussy pushed deeper and deeper. Then it was fucking me. I realized that it was the first time two cocks had been in my body at the same time. I loved it. Both cock slammed into me faster and harder. The guy fucking my face had a tight grip on my head and slammed his cock into my mouth hard and deep. Spit was drooling from my lips as I tried to keep up with him. The cock in my pussy slammed me forward onto the cock in my mouth driving it even deeper. I heard a grunt behind me and then his hot cum was shooting into my cunt. That's when my pussy exploded.

The cock in my mouth moved quickly to my pussy. I felt it slide deep into my body. He fucked me like a maniac jerking my body forward on each thrust. My pussy was tingling so much I could barely stand the pleasure. I felt like I was going to explode into pieces. I heard him grunt and thrust deep into my pussy. More hot cum sprayed into my cunt. My fingers clutched the bedspread with a death grip. My entire body was shaking as one orgasm after the next ripped through me.

When I caught my breath I sat up and looked at the two guys that had just fucked me. John was standing right in front of me with his hard cock dangling a foot in front of my face. I leaned forward and slid my lips down the shaft and felt the familiar ridges of his hard meat against my tongue. Two minutes later he filled my mouth with stream after stream of cum until it was drooling from my lips. I swallowed the rest and continued sucking him to keep him hard.




Awakenings Ch. 05



This story is the fifth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own, I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

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

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

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

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

Michael

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

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

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

Please let me know what you want to do.

Ruth

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

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

Ruth

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

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

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

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

Once again thank you for acting as our intermediary.

Michael

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

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

Michael

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

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

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

Ruth

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fifteen minutes later Jeanne still hadn't called. I assumed that she'd been delayed by traffic. I continued to wait. 

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

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

"Hello."

"Michael?"

"Jeanne?"

"Yes, it's me."

"It's me too."

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

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

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

"I do too Jeanne."

"Do you Michael? Even after all the stupid things I've done."

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

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

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

"Thank you."

"Would you like to talk?"

"Yes, very much."

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

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

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

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

"Are you coming home?"

"No Jeanne, I'm not."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Of course I can."

"You can't hold anything back."

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

"Promise me Jeanne."

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

"Anything and everything."

"Why? I thought you forgave me."

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

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

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

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

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

"No Michael, you can trust me."

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

"Michael, I..."

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

Jeanne sighed.

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

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

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

"Please Micheal, don't."

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

Jeanne whispered, "You know I can't"

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

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

"I want to be with you too Jeanne."

"But you can't trust me."

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

"I don't understand."

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

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

"I'm not."

"Michael, be serious."

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

"I really am sorry about that."

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

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

"They were sexually active."

"Very."

"And you envied them."

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

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

"The girls asked me not to."

"Why? I'm their father."

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

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

"I know."

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

"I need you to forgive me."

"You're already forgiven."

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

"I don't understand."

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

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

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

"You do?"

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

"A woman? Do I know her?"

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

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

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

"Yes please."

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

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

"What's that?"

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

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

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

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

"That's exactly what he was."

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

"Yes Michael, it really is."

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

"You are? How?"

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

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

"Yes Jeanne, there is."

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

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

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

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

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

"Jeanne are you jealous?"

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

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

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

"Go on."

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

"Why?"

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

"What about all that MILF stuff?"

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

"Okay, what about older men?"

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

"Trophy wives."

"That's right."

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

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

"Why?"

"Because I'm a slut."

"That's a harsh label."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes it is. Michael, I'm so sorry. I wish..."

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

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

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

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

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

Jeanne said, "Because..."

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

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

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

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




Awakenings Ch. 05



I started laughing.

Jeanne asked, "What's so funny?"

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

"Explain."

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

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

"Yes."

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

"It would still hurt."

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

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

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

"I'm married."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Michael what are we going to do?"

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

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

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

"Won't that make things worse?"

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

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

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

"I'll never do that."

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

"Can you do that?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Why?"

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

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

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

"No Michael, I'll always need you."

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

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

"How can you be sure of that Jeanne?"

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

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

"I guess I can do that."

"There's more."

"Okay, tell me."

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay, I'll call him."

"What's his name?"

"Why do you need to know that?"

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

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

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

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

"I remember."

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

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

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

"That makes sense to me."

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

"I'm sure they are."

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

"You enjoy flirting, don't you."

"Yes, I really do."

"Did you tell him you were married?"

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

"That makes sense."

"He did ask me about the ring. I confirmed that I was married but added that I occasionally enjoyed a little fun on the side. He told me that he was married too and also occasionally enjoyed a little extra fun." Concerned about how I was doing, Jeanne paused and asked, "Michael are you all right?"

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

"Do you want to hear more?"

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

"Are you mad?"

"No not at all."

"Are you sure?"

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

"Okay."

"He told you that he was married."

"Yes."

"What happened next?"

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

"Of course he accepted."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really?"

"Yes really."

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

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

"Yes I am."

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

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

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

"I understand."

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

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

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

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

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

"I want that too Michael."

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

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

"Go ahead."

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

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

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

"I'm ready."

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

"You loved it, didn't you."

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

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

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

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

"Okay."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Michael please say something."

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

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

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

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

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

"Michael please understand."

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

"Michael you've been gone."

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

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

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

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

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

I hung up the telephone.

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

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

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

"Yes sir, of course we can."

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

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

"Yes, that will be just fine."

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

I slept fitfully that night. The next morning I awoke feeling tired, depressed and alone. I didn't feel like doing anything. I wanted to call Jeanne, but I was too ashamed to even consider doing that. The previous evening I'd coaxed her into telling me the details of her date with Trent Peters. I assured her that it would be all right. I actually convinced her that it would be therapeutic for both of us. And then while she was doing exactly what I'd asked her to do I lost my temper. I was idiot.

I forced myself to make a pot of coffee and tried to read. The coffee tasted bitter and I couldn't focus on the novel I was reading.

I took a shower and shaved. That made me feel a little better. Deciding that I was hungry I walked to a cafe on Geary Street and had breakfast. As I was walking back to my motel I finally noticed that it was a beautiful day. 

Realizing that the worst thing I could do was spend the day alone in my motel room wallowing in my misery; I hurried back to my room, got in my car and drove to the Lincoln Park golf course. 

A threesome of men I'd played with previously were just teeing off. I joined them. The sunshine, the good company and the golf helped restore my spirits. By the end of the round I knew that I had to call Jeanne and try to make amends for my irrational behavior. As I drove back to the motel from the golf course I was composing my apology.

I got back to my motel room at about three o'clock. It was Thursday, a work day. At home it was five o'clock. Jeanne would just be leaving work. It was a bad time to call her. I decided to take a shower and call her in an hour.

While I was taking my shower I realized that I was starving. I hadn't eaten since breakfast. I needed food. I dried off and dressed quickly. There was a sandwich shop six blocks away. I could grab a quick sandwich and still be at my motel room to call Jeanne at 4:30 which would be 6:30 her time. The timing should be perfect.

I was tucking in my shirt when I was struck with a sudden fear. What if Jeanne had a date with Trent Peters. What if she met him for drinks and dinner after work. When they finished dinner they'd go back to our house. Jeanne would suck his cock and then he'd fuck her.

I sat down on my bed and buried my face in my hands. I couldn't do this. Sharing Jeanne with other men was difficult, but it wasn't an insurmountable problem. I was reasonably certain that given enough time I could learn to accept and maybe even enjoy her affairs. Hearing her talking about doing things for other men that she'd always refused to do for me was the real obstacle. It tore me apart. It was unbearable.

Still, I didn't want to lose Jeanne. She was the mother of my children and the love of my life. Living without her was unthinkable. I had to find the strength to get through this. I pulled myself together and stood up. I could do it, I had to do it and I knew how to do it. I had to begin by calling Jeanne. Communication was the answer, but we had to establish some ground rules. We needed to find a way to talk about what Jeanne was doing that wouldn't create unbearable heartache for me.

As I was picking up my wallet and car keys there was a knock on my motel room door.

Assuming that it was the manager I walked over to the door and said; "John what do you need?"

"Michael, it's me. Open the door." It was Jeanne. 

"Jeanne what are you doing here?"

"I had to see you."

"But how did..."

"Michael open the door and let me in."

I smiled. That was my Jeanne. She didn't tolerate foolishness. I opened the door.

Jeanne threw her arms around me and said, "Baby please don't make me go away. I had to see you. I couldn't sleep at all last night. I love you so much and I hurt you when we talked yesterday. I'm sorry I did that. I understand why you got mad. I was telling you about doing things for other men that I've never done for you. Micheal this has all gotten out of hand. I do want to play with other men, but not while you're being neglected."




Awakenings Ch. 05



I said, "Hi Jeanne." And then I held her close and whispered, "I won't make you go away. I can't begin to describe how happy I am to see you right now. I couldn't sleep last night either. I love you too and I'm so sorry that I got mad while we were talking yesterday."

"It's okay, it's my fault. All of this is my fault. My stupidity put us in an untenable situation."

"You haven't done anything that's stupid. You're trying to live a lifestyle that's a little different. It's changing both of our lives. Sometimes change is difficult."

"Micheal, do you think we can work this out?"

"I do, but lets not try to get it all done in the next five minutes. You're here. 

I can't imagine anything that would have made me happier today than seeing you." 

Jeanne stepped back and smiled. "I'm sorry I didn't have time to buy a new dress and get my hair done. Getting here took up my entire day."

"It's okay, I'm just glad that you're here." I picked up Jeanne's travel bag, carried it into the room and set it by the bed. When I turned around Jeanne was unzipping her dress. She let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. After picking it up and tossing it on the bed she turned and faced me. She was wearing a black brassiere, a black garter belt, a pair of black nylon stockings, black lace panties and her black high heeled pumps.

I stared at her. 

Grinning, Jeanne said; "Do you like what you see studman?"

I laughed. "Yeah, I like it a whole lot."

Jeanne reached behind her back and unclasped her brassiere. As she took it off and tossed it on the bed, she said; "Take off your pants."

"Jeanne don't you want to get some dinner or have a drink first?"

She shook her head. "No, I need to do this right away. It's important."

Understanding; I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my trousers and let them fall to the floor. After stepping out of them I picked them up and tossed them onto the bed next to Jeanne's dress.

Jeanne was wearing her panties over her garter belt. She pushed them down to her ankles. I stared at her exposed pussy. It was shaved bare."

Seeing me staring, she said; "Do you like my shaved cunt?"

I nodded. "Very much."

"I wish you were the first man to see it, but I won't lie to you. You're not."

"It's okay, I assumed that was the case."

"Take off your boxers."

I pushed my undershorts down and stepped out of them. My penis was sticking straight out. As I picked up my underwear Jeanne said; "I see that you have a big problem. Sit down on the bed. I'll take care of it for you."

Grinning, I sat down on the bed. Jeanne kneeled on the floor between my legs and wrapped the fingers of her right hand around my erection. While I'm not a big man, I'm not small either. Erect, my penis is about six inches. Jeanne could easily wrap the fingers of one hand around it, but not two.

As she began stroking me with her right hand she gently cupped my balls with her other hand.

I closed my eyes. The sensations Jeanne was creating were wonderful. But then it got even better. She leaned forward and kissed the head of my cock.

I gasped.

Giggling, Jeanne looked up at me and asked; "Do you like that big boy?"

I nodded.

"I think you'll like this even more." She parted her lips, sucked the head of my cock into her mouth and started licking it with her tongue. 

I gasped again. 

She did this for maybe a half a minute and then she stopped and took my cock out of her mouth. "Michael I'm going to suck you now. I want you to relax and let yourself go. I want you to cum and when you cum I want you to cum in my mouth. I've never let another man do that and I never will. You're the only man who will ever get to cum in my mouth and I'll do it for you any time you ask me."

Jeanne slipped my cock back into her mouth and started sucking me again. At the same time she stroked me and fondled my balls. The sensations she was creating were glorious.

Slowly she intensified her efforts. She sucked me more vigorously and stroked me harder and quicker. As Jeanne did that my excitement grew. I felt the warm glow of pleasure building in my loins. 

Jeanne kept sucking me. Suddenly I felt the first spurt semen erupt into her mouth. She kept sucking me. Another spurt followed and then another. Jeanne kept sucking me. 

I felt the spurts of cum subside. Jeanne continued sucking me. 

Finally my erection started to wilt in Jeanne's mouth. She let it slip from between her lips, looked up at me and smiled.

I smiled back.

She said, "Did you enjoy that?"

"Very much, thank you."

"I enjoyed it too. Feeling you cumming in my mouth was exciting."

Reaching down, I helped Jeanne to her feet. She sat next to me on the bed. I started to kiss her. 

She pulled her face away. "Michael, you just came in my mouth. Let me get a wash cloth and wipe off my lips."

Shaking my head, I said; "If my semen doesn't bother you it certainly shouldn't bother me."

Smiling, Jeanne closed her eyes and kissed me. I kissed her back and then I held her tightly in my arms.



Awakenings Ch. 05



I knew what I wanted next. I wanted what I had imagined Mr. Hayes and Mr. Kelty doing to me when they walked into the room. I wanted a cock in my pussy and ass at the same time. I stood and asked one of John's friends to sit on the bed. I bent over and sucked him into my mouth to get him hard. Behind me I felt John slip his still hard cock into my pussy. When the cock I was sucking was good and hard I pulled away from John and straddled it, slowly lowering my pussy down its length. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks.

"In the ass, John. I want it in the pussy and ass at the same time."

Hans found some baby oil and opened my ass with two fingers. He stepped up behind me and placed the knob of his cock against my sphincter. I felt it open as he pushed, and then he was inside me. He pushed deeper and deeper. The pressure was incredible. When they began to fuck me my pussy exploded. They continued to move in and out of me and I continued to cum. I was delirious as one orgasm after another ripped through my body. When I couldn't stand it anymore they pulled out. My legs were still shaking as I crumbled to the floor. As I was recovering the third boy stepped forward with is hard cock sticking out.

"John, do you think your sister would mind if I fucked her in the ass? I've never fucked a girl in the ass."

"Yeah, me neither," said the guy on the bed.

I didn't mind at all. I got onto the bed on my hands and knees and tilted my ass in the air. The first cock quickly disappeared into my ass. He fucked me for about five minutes before he grunted and filled my bowels with a huge load of cum. The next guy quickly replaced the cock that pulled out of me. I rubbed my pussy and had and orgasm while he was fucking my ass. He grunted and filled me with more hot cum. Hans was last and quickly pumped a third load up my ass.

After getting something to eat we moved to the shower. They took turns fucking me up against the wall and then two at a time in the pussy and ass. I was getting tired and had cum so many times my legs could barely hold my weight, but I didn't want it to end. I had become addicted and loved the feel of both holes being filled at the same time. We finally went into the bedroom. I told them that I wanted all three cocks in me at the same time.

I mounted John and slipped his cock into my pussy. Behind me I felt a second cock push into my ass. I leaned over to the side and sucked the third cock into my mouth. It was difficult keeping it there with the other two fucking me but I was determined. After several minutes John said he was ready but the guy fucking my ass asked him to hold on a little longer. I concentrated on the cock in my mouth as best I could so he wouldn't be left out. The guy fucking my ass was first.

"Oh fuck... oh god... I'm going to cum... oh shit... aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh..."

Seconds later John grunted. I could feel both cocks squirting into me at the same time. The cock fell from my mouth when I screamed. I was cumming so hard that I barely felt the splashed of thick cum drenching my face. I finally collapsed onto the bed with cum oozing from both of my holes and running down my face. I was exhausted and drifted off into another world. It was my first gang-bang and I loved it. I was addicted to cock. There was no turning back.

I woke up the next morning with cum still caked all over my face and thighs. It was Saturday. I jumped in the shower land stayed longer than usual letting the hot water wash over my body. When I was finished I peeked out the door and thought I'd dash down the hall to my room naked since no one was there. 

As I passed by John's room I heard loud moans coming from behind the door which was slightly ajar. I pushed it open far enough to see mom, with her back to me, riding his cock. She was leaning forward and propping her weight with her outstretched arms resting by his head. She was grinding her ass up and down his cock which glistened with juices dripping from her pussy. John had his hands on her two bouncing ass cheeks as her large melons dangled in his face. Mom was moaning loudly each time she impaled herself on him.

Juices were leaking from my pussy as I watched the steamy action in front of me. I couldn't believe mom was so aggressive in our own house, first with me and now with John. Dad must not be here, I thought, and mom must have wanted me to watch her and John. What the hell, I thought, if that's the way she wants it then I'll just enjoy myself. I pushed the door open, walked over to the bed and watched mom's ass lifting up and slamming down on John's fuck pole. He had her cheeks spread wide and I could see the brown nub of her asshole perched just above the stretched lips of her pussy which clung to his glistening cock. 

Neither of them noticed me. Mom was too busy gasping in a continual orgasm while John's view was blocked by mom's body. I was contemplating how to join the action when I was startled by a hand on my shoulder.

"Don't they look beautiful together? Your mom has been thinking about his cock for a long time. I guess she couldn't keep away any longer."

Dad pressed up behind me. He was also naked and I could feel his hard cock against my back. He put a hand on my stomach and pushed against my shoulders bending me forward at the waist. I put my elbows between John's spread legs for support and found my face six inches from where his cock disappeared into mom's juicy hole. The smell of sex was intoxicating. Squishing sounds could be heard each time mom slammed her juicy cunt all the way down on John so that only his balls were visible.

Dad used three fingers to prepare my cunt for his battering ram. I felt the knob of his cock rub across my gash until he was able to wedge it between the stretched lips of my pussy. He pushed deeper and deeper a few inches at a time until he was most of the way in me. Then he started slowly fucking my cunt drawing most of the way out and pushing in all the way to my cervix. 

Dad picked up speed and pushed even deeper into my gut until I was squealing out loud each time he slammed into me. The force of his thrusts pushed my face forward into mom's bouncing ass. I opened my mouth and licked my tongue across John's slimy balls and mom's nut brown asshole until the pressure in my belly caused me to scream out with a huge orgasm. Juices poured from my cunt as I kept cumming and cumming. Dad pounded my pussy repeatedly for the next minute until I was barely whimpering. He finally showed mercy and pulled out. I collapsed onto the floor.

Dad climbed up onto the bed behind mom and pressed his slimy cock between her spread ass cheeks. Her asshole practically sucked him inside. After a few thrusts he was fully embedded in her bowels. Just then John grunted and filled mom's cunt with cum. Mom was already in a steady orgasmic state, but seemed to get more and more energy the more she came. She continued riding John as cum oozed from her cunt and dripped over his balls. John remained hard inside her and was soon fucking back into her with equal enthusiasm. 

After a few minutes dad roared and pumped stream after stream of cum into mom's bowels. Her whole body was shaking in a tremendous orgasm that had her choking and gasping for air. John was biting her nipple as he ground his cock into her cunt. Mom finally collapsed forward breathing hard. Dad pulled his dripping manhood from her ass. Cum dribbled down onto John's cock and balls as she rolled off him, leaving his slimy cock wavering in the air.

The whole scene had me really aroused. I didn't waste any time in climbing on the bed and sliding my lips over John's hard cock. The taste of his and dad's cum mingled with mom's juices was really intoxicating. I took him into my throat and kept him there as I pushed my tongue down the base of his cock. I continued sucking and licking him until he was groaning with pleasure.

John rolled me over on my back, pushed my legs to my shoulders, pointed his cock at my cunt hole and speared it deep inside me. I screamed out loud and dug my fingernails into his back. My feet were pointed into the air and flailing all about as the nerve endings in my cunt caused my entire body to lose control. John's cock repeatedly stabbed me over and over in hard, rapid thrusts. 

"Oh, honey, look at them. Aren't they gorgeous? Our little boy has become quite a man. And Jenny - look at her. She can't get enough. It's one time I wish I were a man. I would love to feel her tight little pussy wrapped around me. Honey, I just have to lick John's balls and taste her pussy juices dripping from them. Then I want to feel John's cock swell as he pumps his thick cum into our little girl. Would you be a sweetheart and fuck my ass again while I do this?"

Mom crawled up on the bed behind John, pressed her nose in his ass and began licking his balls. She slipped the "V" made by her index and middle fingers across the width of John's cock right where it disappeared into my juicy gash. John's cock was now sliding between her fingers as it pummeled in and out of my cunt. Mom moved her hand until the tip of the middle finger pressed against the nub of my clit. As out of control as I already was, this caused my whole body to tense up and then release. I began thrashing around on the bed, trying desperately to thrust my cunt up onto his cock, driving him even deeper inside me.

"God yes. Cum for me sweetheart. Can you feel that, John baby? Can you feel Jenny cumming all over your cock? I want you to cum inside her, baby. Let me feel cum surge through your cock into your sister's tight little gushing pussy. Come on. Would it help to know that your dad has his huge cock all the way up my ass? Wouldn't you like to fuck me in the ass, sweetheart? I'll let you. Just cum for me, baby. Would you like me to lick your asshole. Maybe that will help."

Whatever mom did worked. About ten strokes later John let out a loud animalistic grunt. I could feel his hot, thick cum splash deep into my womb. Warmth spread through my belly sending me into a second orgasmic convulsion. John continued thrusting into me, squirting more cum into my womb each time he buried his cock.

"Honey, I can feel our son's cock pumping cum into our little girl's cunt. God, he is filling her so full that I can feel it leaking from her pussy. I can't take it anymore - I'm gonna cum baby. Oh god yes. Here it comes... aaaaaahhhhhh... uuunnnggghhh... . aaarrrggghhhh..."

John finally collapsed onto me with his cock slowly deflating in my quivering pussy. I let go of my death grip on his back, then lowered my legs until my feet were resting on the bed. We were both breathing hard, enjoying the warm afterglow of a good, hot fuck. Dad pulled out of mom who was whimpering as her orgasm began to subside. She rolled onto her back, then pulled John's cock from my cunt and gobbled it into her mouth. She licked it clean and rolled it around in her mouth. 

Mom crawled up between my legs and clamped her mouth over my pussy. Her tongue shot into me, swirling in the gooey mess that sloshed around inside my cunt. She continued sucking and licking the cum right out of me, occasionally pausing to swallow. When she was finished she climbed up my body and pressed her open lips to my mouth. Our tongues met and I could taste the juices of our passion swirling around in her mouth. 

We continued kissing for a long time. I could feel a tingling return to my pussy and was pretty sure mom was feeling the same by the way she squirmed against me. Eventually we fell back onto the bed and licked each other in a sixty-nine position with mom on top.

Dad climbed up on the bed and shoved his cock in mom's mouth. I felt my legs being pushed back. When his cock was well coated with saliva mom positioned it against my asshole. Dad slowly pushed into me stretching me so much I thought I might tear. He pushed deeper, then pulled back until I relaxed before pushing even deeper. Mom kept spitting on his cock to lubricate it while she was rubbing my pussy. After a while he was most of the way in me. The pressure from his cock made me feel like my entire insides were about to explode. 

"Oh, sweetheart, I am so proud of you taking dad's big cock up your ass. John, honey, why don't you climb up behind me and fuck your mom in the ass like I promised. Jenny will get you hard with her mouth, won't you sweetheart. Hurry, baby. I need it now." 

John's cock had already expanded considerably from watching mom and dad fuck me. He dangled his cock over my face. I tilted my head back and opened my mouth. He pushed between my lips. I swirled my tongue around his cock as I sucked I and out. I could feel him grow by the second until he was fully erect. I opened my throat to take him deeper and soon he was fucking my mouth as though it were a cunt.

"That's enough, Jenny. I want you to lick my asshole and get it ready for your brother's cock."

Mom rotated her hips so I could reach her ass with my tongue. I was so intoxicated with sex I would have done anything. I spread her cheeks and flicked my tongue over her little brown nub. I kissed and licked her until she was drooling with saliva. Then I did something gross, but it felt right at the time. I pressed the tip of my tongue against her opening and pushed hard. Mom pushed back and I felt her asshole open for me. My tongue went in her. I kept pushing until most of my tongue was up her ass. I wiggled it around inside and finally pulled out. Mom must have cleaned herself that morning because there wasn't much of a taste.

John quickly moved in sinking his cock all the way up mom's ass in about three strokes. I went back to licking mom's clit and fingering her pussy. Dad was still pounding my ass, but occasionally mom would pull him out and suck on him for a while before putting him back in me. I decided to do the same thing to John. Mom and I came two or three more times while we were getting our asses fucked.

Mom and I climbed off the bed and got on our knees side by side. I sucked dad while mom sucked John. We worked hard to make them cum using every trick we knew. Dad was the first to announce he was ready. He pulled out and jerked off while he aimed right at my face. Mom did something to John because he let out a blood curdling roar. Mom pulled him from her mouth and aimed his cock at her face. Suddenly it was raining cum. Dad's powerful spray splashed against my lips and nose before streaking into my hair. A second blast went half in my mouth before streaking across my ear on its way to mom's face. Then I felt John's cum splattering over my cheek and down my chin. Another landed between my eyes. Several smaller blotches landed on my tits. 

I looked over at mom who was also completely covered in cum. She smiled at me and pulled me to her. We started kissing me. She licked the cum from my face and then shared it with me. I did the same to her. We continued to clean each other and kiss for several more minutes. Finally mom stood and told us she was so proud of both of us. She and dad walked out of the room with their arms around each other.

That was the beginning of routine family sexathons. I got fucked almost daily by John or dad, sometimes both in the same day and often more than once. Mom got the same. I hardly ever left for school without a belly full of cum sloshing around inside me. We reserved Sunday mornings for family orgies with the four of us. They would usually go on for hours until we were all exhausted and covered with cum. 

I became more sexually aggressive both at school and when I was out in public. That next week Cindy and I misbehaved in Math class until the teacher sent us both to see Mr. Hayes. That ended in a 45 minute fuckathon. The next day I took off my panties in Ms. Carter's class and flashed my newly shaved cunt all class long. Once we were in Mr. Hayes' office I told them that Cindy wasn't wearing panties because she peed herself and had to take them off (she peed right through her panties while in biology lab leaving a big puddle under the lab table). All four of us sucked and fucked for the whole next period.

One afternoon I asked John to have a few friends over because Cindy and I were feeling extra horny. Eight of his wrestling team showed. We drained them all, often doing three at a time. After they left we slowly made love to each other's cum splattered body. Cindy, dad and I had several more session before mom found out. She got invited to our next Sunday morning orgy.

One night after practice, Cindy and I went to the wrestling locker room and pulled a chain. Our pussies and asses were really sore the next day. Later we did the basketball team and learned that tall men really are better hung. I took a chapter from mom's book and gave blow jobs to the entire football team in a broom closet after practice one day. Our reputation spread quickly through the school and we did everything we could to live up to it. By the end of the year we had done at least half of the boys and many of the male (and a few female) teachers, including our weekly sessions with Mr. Kelty.

I discovered that fathers made easy targets. All you had to do was get them alone and come on to them. When Cindy or I would discover one who was particularly well hung we'd both do him. Sex was always the best if the wife was nearby and there was a chance of getting caught. When Cindy's father visited from St. Louis I crawled into his bed and sucked his cock, which was as big as dad's. We fucked all night long until we couldn't move anymore. I tried to get Cindy to join us but she refused.

Cindy and I recently learned that we can make a lot of money from doing what we love to do. One of the father's we had fucked asked if we would go out with some business colleagues for - get this - $500. We soon learned that because of our age we could charge $1000 a night. We recently set up a web site and make tons off our pictures and movies. We're getting ready to set up a live cam.

So life is good and the sex is great. A girl couldn't ask for more!



Awakenings Ch. 06



This story is the sixth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous five episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own, I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

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After a moment Jeanne kissed me and said; "Michael I'm starving. I'll bet you are too."

"I am."

"Got any thoughts about dinner?"

"How about some seafood? That is the Pacific Ocean out there."

"I like that idea. Do you know any good restaurants?"

"There's a very nice sea food cafe on Geary Street."

"Is it very far away?"

"Maybe a mile."

"Is it fancy?"

"Do you want fancy? If you do we can go the Cliff House. It's at the bottom of the hill."

"Let's do that tomorrow night. Tonight I want casual."

"The seafood cafe will be perfect."

"I'd like to take a shower first, want to join me?"

"I just took a shower, but I'd love to watch?"

"I didn't know I was married to a voyeur."

"You've always been a little inhibited about letting me see you naked. I never had a chance to be a voyeur."

Jeanne sighed. "Michael I'm sorry, I really was a prude."

I shrugged.

Smiling, Jeanne said, "I'm not a prude anymore." She sat down on the bed, spread her legs and started fingering her shaved cunt. "You can even watch me masturbate. Would you like that? Would you like to watch your slut wife get herself off?"

Laughing, I said; "I would like that, but let's do it after dinner."

Jeanne stood up. As she stripped off her lingerie she said; "You're right, we're both starving, but you can still watch me shower and maybe I'll even let you wash my pussy, my ass and my tits for me."

"I think this afternoon is the first time I've ever heard you say the word tits."

"I know. Mine are big and when I was teenager I was taught to be ashamed of them. I tried to conceal them. Everyone told me that only sluts have large breasts."

"Everyone?"

"The other girls in my high school. The boys did too. At the end of a date they all got really aggressive. They couldn't keep their hands off of me. When I wouldn't let them touch me they said I was frigid. I told my mother what was happening. She encouraged me to try to hide my breasts. She started buying me heavy loose blouses, bulky sweaters and oversized sweatshirts."

"You never told me that."

"It wasn't easy to talk about it."

I nodded.

"But it's okay now. I'm not ashamed of them anymore. In fact I'm proud of them. I enjoy showing them off. It used to embarrass me when men stared at them. Now it makes me feel desirable."

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize that you felt so insecure about your body."

"It's not your fault, I never told you. It was my deep secret."

"I should have known. I didn't. I just thought you were prudish. I did try to compliment you about your figure, but when I did it you almost always ignored me."

"I know. Accepting compliments about something that had always been a source of shame for me was difficult. It was easier to nod politely or ignore them all together."

"I should have done something."

"There wasn't anything you could have done. Overcoming my insecurity about my body was a personal challenge that I had to confront on my own." She walked over to me, picked up my hand and placed it on one of her large breasts. "I have finally vanquished that demon. Now I love it when you see me naked. I want you to stare at me. I'm proud of my body."

"You should be, you have a gorgeous figure."

Grinning at me, Jeanne took my hand from her breast. As she pulled me into the bathroom, she said; "Come on studman, you can watch me take a shower."

As soon as Jeanne was under the shower spray she washed her face and neck. After rinsing herself she handed the bar of soap to me and said; "You can do the rest."

I did. I Washed her large breasts first. I could barely control myself. It was wonderful. I washed Jeanne's back and tummy next and then I got down on my knees and did her legs and her feet. I was saving the best for last.

After finishing Jeanne's feet I stood up and washed her butt cheeks. As I moved to do her pussy she said, "You didn't finish my ass."

I looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"You didn't wash my asshole."

I stared at Jeanne in shock.

She laughed. "Now who's being prudish."

That was a challenge. Chuckling, I said; "It's not going to be me."

Still laughing Jeanne leaned against the shower stall wall and stuck out her butt. "Okay, go to work."

Excited, I rubbed the bar of soap up and down the crack of Jeanne's ass then I washed her with my fingers tips. As I was washing her I said, "This is the first time I've ever touched you here."

"I know, it feels funny to have you touch me there, but it's nice funny. I like it. Will you do something for me?"

"Sure, what do want?"

"Would you soap up your finger and push it into my asshole."

"Really?"

"Are you being prudish again?"

Laughing, I said; "No, but it is taking me a little time to get used to the new Jeanne."

"Do you like her."

"Yes I do, very much."

"Good, because being the new Jeanne is a lot more fun than being the old Jeanne."

"It's sure a lot more fun to shower with her."

"So, will you do it?"

"Do you really want me to?"

"Yes I do."

"What was it you wanted me to do? Tell me once more."

"Are you teasing me?"

"A little, but mostly I want to hear you say asshole again. Hearing you talk dirty is fun."

Giggling, Jeanne said; "Asshole, cunt, cock, tits, fuck, suck."

We both laughed.

Jeanne said, "Now will you please push your finger into my asshole."

"Yes ma'am, I'll be happy to accommodate you."

"Soap it up good."

"I will."

I lathered the area around Jeanne's anus and then I soaped up my middle finger and tentatively pushed it into her. 

Jeanne gasped. I hesitated.

She said, "Don't stop. It feels good. Push it in farther."

"You're sure?"

"Oh I am absolutely positive."

I pushed my finger in to the first knuckle. The soap was a good lubricant. My finger slid in easily.

Jeanne said, "Deeper."

"Really?"

"Yes, it feels good. Push your finger in all the way."

"Okay." I pushed my finger in to the second knuckle."

"Oh hell yes! Now fuck me. Finger fuck my asshole."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, please do it."

I started slowly pushing my finger in and out of Jeanne's anus. Feeling a little tentative about what I was doing, I tried to be gentle.

She cooed, "That feels good, go faster."

Jeanne's encouragement bolstered my confidence. I quickened the pace.

"Yes, that's good, but faster. Do it faster."

I intensified the pace even more.

"Oh god yes! That's it, finger fuck my asshole." Jeanne moved her right hand to her pussy and started rubbing herself. "Michael this is amazing. Do it faster! Fuck my ass with your finger. Fuck it hard!"

Aroused by Jeanne's unbridled excitement I tried to fuck her ass even harder with my finger.

Suddenly I felt the muscles in Jeanne's body tighten. For a moment she was perfectly still, then she screamed and her entire body started to shake. Frightened, I pulled my finger out of Jeanne's ass and held her tightly to me. While I was certain that I knew what was happening, it was still unsettling. 

Gradually Jeanne's body relaxed. I continued to hold her. While I held her the spray from the shower pelted our naked bodies with warm water. I didn't care. I don't believe that I'd ever felt as alive as I did at that moment.

Strength and control quickly returned to Jeanne's body. Turning, she kissed me hard on the lips. I kissed her back. A steady spray of warm water was still raining down on us. After we kissed we held each other tightly. 

Finally Jeanne pulled away and said; "Michael that was magnificent."

"Yeah, I liked it too." And then laughing, I added; "Remember that image of the pristine wife and mother that you tried to maintain for all those years?"

"Yes."

"You just shattered it."

Jeanne smiled, "Good, it needed to be shattered."

We stared at each other in silence. After a moment Jeanne asked; "Michael I'm a slut. Can you still love me?"

"Yes, of course I can." I grinned. "I'm beginning to understand that living with you is going to be a whole lot of fun."

"Do you really mean that?"

"I do, but I'm still going to need some time to get used to this new life style."

Sighing, Jeanne said; "I understand. Let's get dressed."

I started putting my clothes back on. Jeanne picked up her dress. As she was hanging it in the closet I asked; "How long can you stay?"

"I don't have to go back until Sunday afternoon. Is that all right?"

"It's wonderful. That gives us two whole days together. Is this all right with your bosses?"

"I didn't give them much choice. I didn't ask. This morning I called and told them I was going. I've worked hard for that firm for ten years. They can accommodate me on this"

"What if they don't?"

"I can easily live on the monthly check from the trust fund you set up for me before you left. I'd like to work, but if I have to do it I can get by without a job."

Jeanne folded her lingerie and glanced at the four drawer dresser next to the bed.

"Are you using all four drawers?"

"Just the top two."

"Can I have the bottom two?"

"Of course."

After putting her lingerie into the second drawer from the bottom Jeanne opened her travel bag and unpacked it. She had two pairs of slacks and several blouses. She hung one pair of slacks and two of the blouses in the closet. She laid the other pair of slacks, a blouse and a pair of thong panties on the bed and then she put an assortment of stockings and undergarments in the drawers.

When that was finished Jeanne picked up her makeup kit and walked into the bathroom. "I have to put on some makeup. It won't take long."

She left the bathroom door open. She was still naked. I watched. She started with her eye makeup. I noticed that she was applying a much heavier amount of eye shadow and mascara than she used to wear. Next she put on bright red lip gloss and then she sprayed her neck and cleavage with perfume. 

As she was putting her perfume away she said, "It's nice to be able to wear perfume. I can't do that when I'm on a date."

"Why not?"

"I only date married men. They can't go home to their wives with the scent of another woman's perfume on them."

"That makes sense, but I never would have thought about it. How did you figure it out?"

"Tricia told me."

"Does Tricia date married men?"

"Occasionally, she doesn't do it a lot. She doesn't have time. She's still with Paul and she gets together with Randy Parkman at least once a week. Randy is married, so I suppose that does count."

"What does Paul think about all of that?"

Jeanne walked over to the bed and picked up her thong panties. As she stepped into them she said; "Paul loves it."

"He loves it?"

"Yes, he really does. Michael some men get excited when their wives date other men. Paul is one of those men. Ruth is starting to figure out that David is too."

"Have you been talking to Ruth about all of this?"

"Every day, I'm advising her to go slow. I don't want her to make the same mistake I made."

"You mean pushing David into something before he's ready for it."

Jeanne stepped into her slacks and pulled them up. She actually had to work at it. They were skin tight. As she fastened the waist button, she said; "That's exactly what I mean."

"I think that's a good idea."

Jeanne picked up her blouse, pulled it over head and tugged it down. It was a beautiful deep burgundy with gold embroidery. It was also skin tight and had a low cut scoop neck that left almost all of her ample cleavage exposed. The thin stretch fabric clung to the small portions of her breasts that were still covered and failed to conceal the bumps of her nipples.

Jeanne walked over to her open travel bag. She removed a pair of beige high heeled strappy sandals, sat down on the bed and put them on. 

As she fastened the straps I asked, "Does Jodie date married men too?"

"Occasionally, she's only twenty-three. Right now she's not looking for a serious relationship, so it doesn't make much difference to her. Michael it's just recreational sex. Nobody's getting hurt."

I nodded. "I know and while I get it, it's going to take a little more time before I'm able to fully embrace that concept. I still have some social conditioning to overcome."

Jeanne nodded and then she stood up and twirled around. "How do I look?"

I grinned. "You're gorgeous, but I have to say that your outfit is a little more daring than what you used to wear."

Giggling, Jeanne said; "A little more daring? Sweetheart this is a lot more daring. I used to dress like a prude."

"You were a prude."

"Yes I was, but now I'm a slut. Michael I love being a slut. I love dressing like a slut. I used to be ashamed of my body, now I'm proud of it. I love having big tits and I love showing them off."

Jeanne paused for a moment and then she said, "If it bothers you I can change. I brought two bras with me and I have a blouse that buttons up the front. If you want me to do it, I'll put it on and button it all the way up to my neck."

Shaking my head, I said; "No, I think you look gorgeous. You're going to draw a few stares, but I can get used to that. In fact I think I might actually learn to enjoy it."

"I really do hope that happens." Jeanne was grinning at me.

The restaurant was crowded, but there was an open table. That was fortunate. Having to stand in line for a table was a common occurrence at this seafood cafe.

The hostess led us to our table. I noticed that the eyes of every man and most of the women in the restaurant were focused on Jeanne. I had to admit that I enjoyed it.

As soon as we were seated we ordered two glasses of pinot grigio and picked up our menus. By the time our wine arrived we'd both made our dinner selections. Hungry, we ordered right away. As we ordered I noticed that our server's eyes kept drifting to Jeanne's cleavage. I couldn't blame him, mine did too.

After he left I said, "Our server seems to be quit taken with you."

Smiling, Jeanne said; "He does seem to be fascinated by my breasts."

"Most of the men in the restaurant seem to share his fascination."

"Is it bothering you?"

"Actually, it isn't. In fact I have to admit that I'm finding it exciting."

"I was hoping that would be your reaction."

We smiled at each other for a moment and then I said; "So tell me about everything that's happening at home."

Jeanne spent the next fifteen minutes filling me in on the mundane details of her life and the girl's lives. I listened intently. It was exactly what I was eager to hear. I missed my family. When she was finished I told her about my trip. While I was doing that our dinners arrived.

We were both starving. For a few minutes we focused our attention on our food. Once we'd taken the edge off our appetites we slowed and began talking again. 

Jeanne set her fork down and said; "May I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"The night you met that woman."

"Jennifer Rawlins."

"Yes, you said you met her in a bar. Tell me about the bar? Was it a pick up bar?"

Chuckling, I asked; "Are you looking for new places to find men?"

Jeanne smiled, "Maybe a little, but mostly I'm curious about the type of place you go to when you're not with me."

"It was the Cosmopolitan Lounge. It's downtown. It's a jazz piano bar. It's definitely not a pick up bar."

"When you get back will you take me there?" 

"I'd love to do that. Will you promise to wear an outfit like the one you're wearing right now?"

"Would you like that?"

"Yeah, I think I would."

"That makes me very happy." Jeanne grinned at me.

I grinned back at her.

After a moment she said; "So how did you end up in a conversation with the Rawlins woman?"

"Jeanne are you jealous?"

Jeanne considered that for a second and then she answered, "Maybe a little, but that's my problem. I understand that I don't have any right to be jealous."

"You also don't have any reason to be jealous."

After acknowledging my statement with a nod, Jeanne continued. "So how did you end up in a conversation with her?"

"We were both sitting at the bar. We just started talking."

"But it's not a pickup bar."

"Definitely not."

"You said that she's divorced and from what you told me about your conversation with her I gather that she's a sexually adventurous woman. If she doesn't go to pick up bars, how does she meet men?"

"She told me that when she wants to meet a man for sex she goes to Brady's Pub."

Jeanne laughed. "She's a back seat bunny."

"You don't have to be catty."

"I'm sorry Michael. I'm not being catty. I'm a backseat bunny too."

"Okay, so what is a back seat bunny?"

"Brady's Pub is a sports bar at the end of a suburban strip mall."

"I've never been there, but I know where it is."

"I doubt you know this. It has a reputation as a place where the married but cheating crowd get together."

"I wasn't aware of that."

"Of course you weren't. You never cheated on me.

I nodded.

"Brady's isn't your usual pick up bar. It's more of a quickie club."

"A quickie club?"

"Yes, it's a place where husbands out for an evening with the boys and wives out for an evening with the girls can get together for a little quick fun."

"I still don't understand."

"Okay, during the daytime Brady's is a sports bar, but after the dinner crowd leaves it turns into a dance club."

"I didn't know that."

"They don't advertise it. They move a few tables to create a dance floor and the big screen televisions stop showing sports events and start playing music videos. By that time people have already had a couple of drinks and done a little mingling. The dancing starts immediately and it quickly gets pretty daring. When you're dancing at Brady's there's only one rule. You have to keep your clothes on. Beyond that pretty much anything goes. There's a lot of groping and making out."

"Right on the dance floor, in front of everyone?"

"That's right, it gets pretty hot."

"So what's a back seat bunny."

"After you and your partner have gotten each other worked up on the dance floor you move to one of the back booths for a little making out, Once you're going hot and heavy you slip out to the guys car for a little more intense physical pleasure."

"You mean you go out to the guy's car to fuck."

"Some women do that, I don't."

"Why not?"

"Michael, I'm not a teenager. Fucking in the back seat of a car isn't much fun. If I'm going to let a guy fuck me we're going to do it in a bed."

I nodded. "Okay, I get it. So what do you do?"

"I let the guy play with my tits and pussy while I suck his cock."

"He doesn't do anything for you?"

"It's really easy to suck a guy's cock in a car. It's much harder for a guy to go down on a woman."

"Okay, but doesn't that leave you frustrated?"

"Michael, women don't need to cum every time they have sex. Sometimes a feeling of intimacy is all we want. At Brady's it's not intimacy, it's the excitement. The dirty dancing, making out with a stranger in a back booth and fondling and sucking a new cock all make it an amazingly exciting experience. If I need to get off I can do it with my vibrator when I get home."

"You masturbate?"

"Of course I do. I assume that you do too. Don't you do it while you're watching the Julia Ann movies?"

Feeling slightly ashamed, I said; "Yes."

"Of course you do and so do I. I do it all the time. I did it front of you for a few seconds when I first got to the motel. We'd be crazy not to do it. It's free, it feels great and it doesn't hurt anything or anyone. I'd be shocked if you told me you didn't masturbate."




Awakenings Ch. 06



"I really am getting to like the new Jeanne." I was grinning.

Jeanne stared at me for a moment and then she asked, "Even the Jeanne who has sex with other men?"

Understanding the seriousness of her question, I carefully considered my answer. Finally I said; "Right now I'm two thousand miles away from that situation. I paused and then I added, "Unless you're planning to try to meet a guy while you're here."

Still serious, Jeanne shook her head. "No, I came to see you and only you."

"Thank you."

Jeanne nodded.

Continuing, I said; "It's harder when it's happening if front of me. Being in the same house with you while you were getting ready for your date with Derek Fischer nearly destroyed me."

"I was a fool. I should have spent the two weeks prior to that date trying to suck and fuck you to death."

"That would have helped. I think this weekend will help."

"I'm hoping it will." Jeanne paused. after a moment she said; "That's not the only reason I'm here. You do know that, don't you? I'm also here because I love you and I desperately want to see you."

"Yeah, don't worry; I know that."

Jeanne reached across the table and placed her hand on top of mine.

Suddenly hurt, I looked at her and pulled my hand away. "You did that with Fischer." 

Jeanne closed her eyes and sighed. "Yes I did and for the rest of my life I will regret doing it. I promise you that I will never again hold another man's hand while were dining in a restaurant."

I nodded, but I wasn't mollified and my demeanor showed it.

"Would you like to hear why I think I did it? Remember, a few minutes ago I told you that I didn't even like Derek Fischer. He was a convenient fuck and that's all he was."

"Okay, tell me. Why did you do it?"

"Earlier this evening, while we were in the shower, I had an orgasm."

"I know."

"Before I changed, when I was still Jeanne the prude, I didn't have many orgasms. If fact they were rare."

I sighed.

"Michael that didn't have anything to do with you. You're a wonderful lover. It was me. Most of the times we made love I was too inhibited to have an orgasm. I couldn't relax and let go."

"Okay."

"But I did have a few orgasms. I had them on our most romantic evenings. Those were often the nights we had dinner at the Kennsington Grill. I came to the conclusion that a little romance helped me get off. Of course I stupidly missed the fact that it was my intense love for you that made the romance so wonderful and exciting."

I smiled at Jeanne.

She smiled back and then she continued. "Anyway, the night I went out with Derek I wanted to have an orgasm, so I foolishly tried to recreate the circumstances that had previously resulted in my cumming during sex. Michael, I asked Derek to take me to the Kennsington Grill and while we were there I did everything I could to make it a romantic experience. I now realize how stupid that was and I hope that I haven't ruined romantic evenings for us."

I reached across the table and laid my hand on top of Jeanne's. "No, you haven't ruined romantic evenings for us, but this is a good example of why we need to talk."

"Thank you Michael."

I winked at Jeanne.

She giggled.

I said, "I gather you now cum easily."

Jeanne nodded. "I do. I'm not inhibited anymore. Now it's easy for me to relax and enjoy sex." She paused for a moment and then she asked, "Does that upset you?"

I shook my head; "No not at all. In fact I want it to make me happy."

"Really?"

"Yes, I love you. Hearing about things that give you pleasure should make me happy. Charles told me that he eventually learned to enjoy Edith's affairs because they made her so happy. I'm trying to reach a point where I feel the same way about your liaisons."

"But you're not there yet."

"No, but I'm getting closer. This visit is helping. Talking is helping. Learning more about your new life is helping. Jeanne it's obvious that you're having fun. Being with you is fun. I have to admit that I like the new Jeanne."

"Would you like to hear a secret about my orgasms?"

"Yes, very much."

Jeanne leaned across the table and whispered, "When I'm with a guy in his car behind Brady's Pub; if he plays with my tits and my pussy while I'm sucking his cock, I almost always cum."

"It's that exciting."

"It really is. Michael, I love sucking cocks. They're so incredibly erotic."

"That's a real change for you."

"Oh yes." 

"Jeanne can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, you can ask me anything."

"Since I left, how many men have you slept with?"

"I haven't slept with any men. I told you, you're the only man I'll ever sleep with. But that's not what you're asking me, is it. You'd like to know how many men have fucked me."

I nodded.

"Counting Derek, nine."

I quickly did the math in my head. I"d been gone for three months. That's about thirteen or fourteen weeks. Looking at Jeanne, I said; "That's not very many."

Jeanne laughed. "That's not the reaction I was expecting."

"It less than one guy a week."

Jeanne said. "Okay. I understand. For the first month you were gone I didn't date at all. I just moped around the house. Michael, I was terrified that I'd lost you. Tricia and Jodie finally intervened and told me that I had to get on with my life. They explained that by leaving you were giving me an opportunity to experiment with this new lifestyle and you were giving yourself some time to try to understand it."

"Our girls are smart. That's exactly what I was doing."

Jeanne nodded and then she said; "Anyway, once I did start dating I brought a man home about once a week. Remember, I was trying to limit myself to one night stands. It takes some time to find a suitable partner. I may be a slut, but I'm not going to let a man fuck me unless I find him attractive and that includes an attractive personality."

"That makes sense."

"The guy also has to have some time. Remember I only date married men."

Nodding, I said; "I get it. Either his wife has to be out or he has to have a good excuse for coming home late."

"That's why Brady's is so much fun. It's quick and easy."

I laughed. "Your nine doesn't include the men at Brady's does it."

"They don't fuck me."

"How often do you go to Brady's?"

"Once or twice a week."

"So that's another eight to ten men."

"I think it's more like ten to twelve." Suddenly concerned about what she'd just admitted Jeanne looked at me and asked; "Is that okay."

"Are you having fun?"

"I really am."

"Then I'm going to try very hard to be happy for you."

"Michael, while I'm here could we find a secluded place to park. I'd like to give you a blow job in your car."

"We have a perfectly good motel room."

"I know, but I want you to experience everything I'm doing with other men."

"Okay, it will be fun. Do you want to do it on the way back to the motel tonight?"

"No this evening I have another agenda. Unless you've turned into a superstud, I'm assuming that you only have two more erections left in you. I don't want to waste them. As soon as we get back to the motel I want you to fuck my pussy. After you cum inside me I'm going to suck your cock until your hard again and then I want you to fuck my virgin ass."

Laughing, I said; "I like this plan, but do you think I could possibly have a chance to eat your pussy too?"

"Would you like to do that?"

"Very much."

Jeanne licked her lips and said, "Let's get our check."

On the way back to the motel Jeanne was quiet. Sensing that something was bothering her I said; "You're suddenly awfully quiet. Is something wrong?"

Jeanne looked at me and asked; "Michael do you think I've lost my mind?"

Realizing that it was a serious question, I took a moment to formulate my answer. Finally, I said; "I did at first. The night you went out with Derek Fischer I thought you'd gone totally bonkers."

Jeanne laughed.

I smiled and then I added, "I don't think that anymore. I don't believe you're bipolar. I don't think you're having a manic episode. You're explanation of how you arrived at your decision to adopt this new life style is too well thought out."

"I made some awful mistakes with you."

"You did, but you were trying to make a radical change in your life. It was an emotional situation. It think errors in judgment can easily occur in situations like that."

"Thank you Michael."

I continued. "Maybe the real question is, do I think that what you're doing is wrong?"

Jeanne stared at me.

I said, "You're now choosing to live a life that goes against the basic moral conventions of our culture. We've discussed that and it's clear that you've thought about those moral codes and rejected them. I have to admit that your arguments make some sense. Ultimately I have to evaluate what you're doing using my own fundamental moral code. Are you hurting anybody? I don't believe you are, so it's difficult for me to say that what you're doing is wrong."

"I've hurt you."

"I'm not so sure you have. You've upset me and it is possible that you've damaged our relationship, but that will only be the case if I decide that I can't live with a woman who has your moral code. That's my problem, not yours. As long as you're not hurting anyone you get to live the life that makes you happy.

"But..."

"Just a moment. Have you really hurt me? I don't think you have. Have you stopped loving me?"

"No, of course I haven't"

"I know that. You've made it clear that for you sex can now be a purely recreational activity."

"That's true."

"If you'd taken up golf, should I be upset if you play golf a couple of times a week with other men? As long as you continue playing golf with me on a regular basis, I don't think I should be"

Jeanne laughed. "I'll always want to play lots of golf with you."

"I believe that so in my mind there are two real issues that concern us. Can I handle being married to a woman with your moral code? And is there still a place for me in your new life?"

We were both silent. Finally Jeanne picked up my hand and said; "I'll always love you."

I squeezed her hand and said; "And I'll always love you."

"Even if you decide that you can't continue living with me?"

"Yes I will. If you eventually decide that there isn't a place for a husband in your new life, will you still love me."

"Yes, I will; but I don't think I'll ever make that decision."

"I'm not as confident about that as you are and that's why we need time to figure all of this out."

"I want to try Michael, I really do."

"I do too Jeanne."

"I'm willing to compromise."

"So am I, but let's not worry about that until we decide it's necessary."

"Okay."

I pulled up to our motel room door and parked. 

Grinning at me, Jeanne asked, "Are you ready for some hot sex?"

"Damn right."

She opened her door, hopped out of the car and ran to the motel room. I followed her.

As soon as we were inside the room Jeanne threw her arms around my shoulders and started madly kissing me. As she kissed me, she said; "Michael Nolan, I'll never stop loving you."

I kissed her back and said, "I'll never stop loving you either Jeanne Nolan."

For a moment we passionately kissed, both of us desperately trying to express the depth of our love for each other.

Finally Jeanne broke off the kiss, stepped back and started undressing. "Michael take off your clothes."

Keeping my eyes focused on Jeanne, I tore my shirt off.

Jeanne pulled her blouse over her head and took it off. After laying it on the bed she turned to me and held up her large breasts. "Look at my tits Michael, do you like them?"

I laughed. "I love them."

"When we're both naked you can suck on them. Would you like to do that?"

Grinning I unbuckled my belt and pushed my trousers to the floor. My erection was making a tent in the front of my boxer shorts."

Giggling, Jeanne said; "Your little soldier appears to like my tits. Do you think he'd like to kiss them? Would you like to rub your cock all over my big tits?"

As I stepped out of my trousers I smiled. I was definitely getting to like the new Jeanne. I tossed my pants on the bed and pulled my boxer shorts down. 

While I was doing that Jeanne unfastened her high heeled sandals and removed them. Then she turned around and stuck our her rear. As she wiggled out of her slacks she said; "I love wearing tight pants. They show off my ass. Michael, do you like my ass?"

"Your ass is gorgeous. I love it."

Jeanne stepped out of her slacks. After tossing them on the bed she turned around and stared into my eyes. Licking her lips, she slowly pushed her thong panties down her thighs. I stared at her shaved pussy.

She giggled. "You like my shaved pussy, don't you."

I nodded.

"Wanna lick it?"

I nodded again.

Jeanne took off her panties and then she picked up all of our clothes. As she carefully laid them across the top of the dresser she said; "Pull down the bed covers, we need a place to play."

Jeanne waited while I pulled the bed spread and blanket down and then she hopped onto the bed, plumped up the pillows and lay back with her legs spread wide. As I stared at her already moist pussy she said; "Still wanna eat me?"

I said; "Very much." And then I quickly added. "Getting used to the new Jeanne is going to be fun, but at times it's also a little startling."

"I have to work at it too. It's not easy to shed old inhibitions." Jeanne laughed. "Sometimes I shock myself." She paused. After a moment, she added. "Michael, I don't want to be an old prude anymore."

"I don't want that either. I'm enjoying the new Jeanne. I just want you to know that there are times when you surprise me. I spent a lot of years living with the old Jeanne."

"I'm glad you like the new Jeanne. I like her too."

"And that's what matters the most. Jeanne, you have to be true to yourself."

"I'm relieved to hear you say that Michael." We smiled at each other for a moment and then Jeanne said; "So back to my question. Do you still want to eat me."

"Very much."

Jeanne wiggled her finger at me. "Come here big boy. It's time for your dessert and after you finish yours I'm going to have mine."

During the twenty-seven years we'd been married Jeanne had occasionally allowed me to go down on her, but she'd always been reluctant. Squeamish might be a better term to describe her feelings about it. Now she was clearly excited by the idea and her excitement fed my excitement.

I eagerly crawled between her parted thighs, placed my hands on her hips and gently pulled her to me. As I kissed her moist lips I felt Jeanne shudder.

I kissed her again. Jeanne whispered, "Michael, that feels so nice."

I gave her a long passionate kiss. Jeanne sighed.

I extended my tongue and explored her wet cunt. I tasted her. I felt her moisture on my lips.

Above me Jeanne whispered, "Yes, that's what I want. Lick me, lick my cunt."

Jeanne's brazen words inflamed my ardor. Burying my face in her sopping pussy, I licked her and kissed her with a fervor that I'd never before experienced.

"Michael, that feels magnificent." And then, breathless with excitement, Jeanne said; "Find my clit. I want you to lick my clit. Will you do that? Will you please lick my clit." She was pleading with me.

I found her clit. It wasn't difficult. It was now proudly pushing out from the hood of skin that normally cloaked it. I kissed it. Jeanne giggled with delight. I kissed it again and then I flicked it with my tongue.

Jeanne cried; "Yes, that's right. Lick it, like my clit."

I licked and flicked Jeanne's clit. While I was doing that I remembered something I'd seen in a Julia Ann movie. I slipped a finger into Jeanne's sopping pussy."

Gasping, Jeanne said; "Oh my god, that's amazing. Do it. Finger fuck my cunt while you lick my clit."

I did. We were both quickly swept up in a frenzy of unbridled lust. Suddenly I felt Jeanne's muscles tense. She froze and then she arched her back and screamed. I pulled back and waited while the waves of pleasure ravaged her body. 

Gradually Jeanne's orgasm subsided and then she was calm. I crawled up next to her and gently kissed her cheek. She rolled over so that she was facing me. I kissed her again. 

Jeanne smiled and said; "Thank you, that was wonderful."

"I enjoyed it too."

We lay together quietly. After a moment Jeanne sat up and said; "Now it's your turn." She once again plumped up the pillows. As I lay back on them Jeanne scooted down the bed, slipped between my legs and picked up my erect cock. "I'm going to try to keep you from cumming. When you cum I want you in my cunt."

I nodded.

Jeanne licked the entire length of my cock and then she slipped it into her mouth and sucked it. While she sucked it I felt her fingers massaging my balls. The sensations she was creating were unbelievable. My excitement grew quickly. 

Just as I began to fear that I might not be able to control myself, Jeanne took my cock out of her mouth. While she gently held it with one hand I felt her slip farther down between my legs and suck one of my balls into her mouth. This was what I'd seen her doing with Derek Fischer that Saturday morning. 

For a moment I felt pangs of anger and Jealousy, but then I remembered Jeanne's heartfelt apologies and sincere attempts to explain what had happened. I now understood that she hadn't meant to hurt me. She'd been trying to muddle through a difficult period of growth and change. She'd made mistakes. 

While her changes had been difficult, the result was a new Jeanne and I knew without any doubt that this new Jeanne was a wonderfully exciting person. I relaxed, closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations she was creating as she kissed and licked my balls. 

Suddenly Jeanne let go of my cock and got up on her knees. As she straddled my hips she grinned at me and said; "I'll suck you some more later. Right now it's time to fuck. Do you mind if I start out on top?"

Grinning back at her, I said; "Not at all." 

As Jeanne lowered herself on to my erection she said, "In this position you can play with my tits while we fuck."

The new Jeanne really was wonderful.

For several minutes we fucked. Having Jeanne on top of me riding my cock was a new experience. It was amazing. It was wonderful. It was something I'd only dreamed of doing with her. Now we were actually doing it.

I was excited, wildly excited. I closed my eyes and tried to focus my attention. I had to do it. If I didn't I was afraid that I might cum prematurely. I didn't want that to happen. Jeanne now had other lovers, men she could compare me to.

We kept fucking; but now I was anxious and fearful. I was terrified that I might fail. I was afraid that Jeanne might decide that I wasn't as good as her other men.

I felt my erection softening. I panicked. And then it happened. My penis wilted and slipped out of Jeanne.

Surprised, Jeanne stared down at me. "Michael what happened?"

I closed my eyes.

Sliding off of me, Jeanne whispered; "Baby, it's okay." Her tone was soft and soothing.

That made it even worse. I didn't want to be comforted. It made me feel like a little boy who couldn't compete with the big kids. Humiliated, I turned away from Jeanne.

For a moment there was silence and then Jeanne said; "Michael, please tell me what's wrong?"

I didn't respond. I was too embarrassed to speak.

Moving so that she was lying next to me, Jeanne pressed her soft body against my back, wrapped her arm around my chest and whispered; "I love you, I really do."

I knew she was telling me the truth, but I was still humiliated.

For several minutes I lay silent while Jeanne held me. Her undemanding touch comforted me. Gradually I regained some composure. Realizing that we had to talk about this, I took a moment to steel myself then I rolled over and said; "You have other men now. I'm sure that some of them are better than I am. They can last longer than I can. They can make you cum more than I can."




Awakenings Ch. 06



Sighing, Jeanne said; "This is one of the penalties I have to pay for my stupidity." She sat up. "For the rest of my life I'll regret dropping this on you out of the blue. Before I started experimenting with other men I should have spent months making sure you knew that you were my favorite lover, my best lover, my perfect lover. Michael, the other men will never be able to compete with you."

"Are you trying to tell me that some of them don't have bigger cocks than I do? That some of them can't last longer than I can?"

"No that would be a lie. Some of them do have cocks that are bigger than yours; some of them can last longer than you can and yes, almost all of them make me cum."

Jeanne paused. After a moment she said; "But none of them fulfill me like you do. Michael, I love you. You're my soul mate. The other men are fun, but that's all they are and that's all they'll ever be. They're cheap thrills, carnival rides. Yes it's true, I do enjoy them; but I also enjoy roller coasters and scary movies. Michael, I know this will be hard for you to understand; but you're not competing with these other men. You've already won that contest. You have me, I love you. You own my heart and my soul. Other men occasionally get to enjoy my body, but that's all they get and that's all they'll ever get."

"But..."

"Michael I now realize that I made a serious mistake. I was stupid. I was eager to experiment, but I forgot that I needed to experiment with you first. For years you were saddled with a sex partner who was an uptight prude. Suddenly all of my inhibitions are gone and I'm doing things with you that you'd only been able to fantasize about in the past. You're excited. Of course you're going to cum quickly."

Jeanne thought for a moment and then she said; "There are going to be men who have bigger cocks than you do and some of them are going to be better at fucking than you are, but that doesn't mean you won't always be my favorite sex partner. If I started playing golf I'd probably meet some men who are better golfers than you are and while occasionally playing with them would be fun, you would always be my favorite golf partner. I love you."

"Jeanne I know I should believe you. I want to believe you. Actually, I think I do believe you. The fact that you're here says a lot. Still, this is difficult."

"I know it is Michael. I'm sorry I'm putting you through it. I wish I'd done a better job of preparing you for it."

Shrugging I said; "That's in the past and there isn't anything we can do to change it. Right now you are doing a good job of making me feel loved and important to you."

"You are loved and important to me. No man will ever be more important to me."

"I'm beginning to believe that, but I still worry that whenever we make love you'll be comparing me to the other men."

Jeanne thought for a moment and then she said; "I suppose I will be. It would be hard to avoid doing that. That doesn't mean that you won't always be my favorite sex partner."

"Because you love me."

"That's right and that adds so much excitement to our sex. Please believe me Michael, sex with you will always be better than sex with any other man."

"So why are you doing this?"

"You mean the other men."

"Yes."

"Michael, you like ice cream."

Immediately realizing where Jeanne was going I laughed and said; "Yes I do and while chocolate chip will always be my favorite flavor I do occasionally enjoy other flavors."

"But you always go back to chocolate chip, don't you."

"Yes I do."

"Baby you're my chocolate chip."

I grinned at Jeanne. She kissed me. I kissed her back. 

She whispered, "I love you so much."

I whispered back, "I love you too."

"Michael promise me that while you're gone you'll keep loving me."

"I will. Will you promise that You'll keep loving me?"

"Of course I will."

"I'm sorry I have to be gone. It's something that I have to do."

Michael I understand what you're doing and why you're doing it. While I don't like it, I have to admit that I agree with it. I foolishly started this journey without you and because I did that you now need time to come to terms with the changes I made in our lives. You used to have unwavering trust in me. I shook that trust. Now we need time to rebuild it."

"This weekend is helping."

"I was hoping it would. Do you think we could have some more weekends like this?"

"I'd like that."

We smiled at each other. 

After a moment I asked, "So how do I compare to the other men."

"Michael!"

"What? Am I so bad that you're afraid to tell me?"

"Didn't you hear anything that I just said to you?"

"Yes, you told me that you love me and because you love me you'll always enjoy sex with me. That doesn't leave me feeling very confident. Jeanne you have to understand that ever since that evening you announced that you were going to start dating other men I've had a nagging fear that it was my inadequacy as a sex partner that drove you to take that action."

"Michael you know that isn't true."

"Do I? Since that evening what have you said or done that would make be believe it wasn't true? What I heard you say to Derrick Fischer that Saturday morning certainly didn't boost my confidence."

"What did I say?"

"Don't you remember?"

"No, I don't. That was a horrible morning. I've tried to forget it."

"I think about it all the time. I wish I could forget it, but I can't."

Jeanne quietly asked, "What did you hear me say?"

"I heard Fischer first. He said, Damn Jeanne, you really do love to suck my cock, don't you."

"What did I say to him?"

"You said, I do. I think that surprises me even more than it does you; but it is true. I do love to suck your cock. It's both beautiful and beguiling. I was taught to believe that cocks were dirty and nasty. That's a lie. Cocks are wonderful. Your cock is wonderful. I love your cock. I love to suck your cock."

"I said, your cock; your cock is wonderful."

"That's exactly what you said."

"I'm not questioning your memory. I'm sure that is what I said. That was certainly how I was feeling at that moment." Jeanne slowly shook her head. "Michael I'm so sorry. Hearing me say those words to another man must have been terribly painful for you. Especially since I was always so inhibited with you."

"Yeah."

"You do understand that there is more than one way to interpret those words."

"Yes, I understand that."

"I've never given you any explanation, so I can't blame you for assuming the worst."

"I've never given you an opportunity to explain what you said."

I wasn't trying to tell Derrick that I loved his cock more than yours."

"That is one way to interpret those words."

"Yes it is, but that wasn't what I was trying to say."

"What were you trying to say?"

"For my entire life I've been an uptight prude. I was taught that cocks were dirty and nasty. I was also taught that any girl who sucked a cock was dirty and nasty." Jeanne looked at me. "I did give you blow jobs on special occasions."

"Yes you did, but you were never eager about it. It was obvious that you never enjoyed doing it.

"I'm sorry, you're right. I didn't enjoy doing it. I was too inhibited to enjoy doing it. The morning after I gave you a blow job I was always so ashamed about what I'd done that I was afraid to face you."

"I didn't know that."

"The girls finally convinced me that cocks weren't dirty and nasty. They made me understand that if a man bathes regularly his cock is going to be just as clean as any other part of his body." 

Sighing, Jeanne added; "You should have been the recipient of my first enthusiastic blow jobs. You weren't and I'm horribly ashamed about that. Why did I do it for another man first? I think your friend provided a pretty good explanation for that."

"You're talking about Jennifer Rawlins."

"Yes."

Smiling, I said; "It was difficult for you to admit to me that you'd turned into a cock hungry slut."

Jeanne laughed. "Yes Michael, it was."

"So you're telling me that even though you never enjoyed sucking my cock, when you told Fischer that you loved sucking him it wasn't meant as a reflection on me."

"Not at all, in fact I was planning to try to get you to let me give you a blow job when you came home that afternoon. I wanted it to be a very special one."

"I enjoyed the one you gave me when you got here this afternoon."

"I enjoyed giving it to you too. In a few minutes I'll give you another one, but first I have to answer the question you asked me earlier. I now understand why it's so important to you."

"You're talking about how I compare to the other men who have had sex with you."

"Yes."

"Please tell me the truth."

"Don't worry, I will."

"Okay."

"Earlier tonight I told you that since this started three months ago I've let nine men fuck me and I've given blow jobs to another twelve men."

"Yes."

"I quickly learned that you're a good lover. No, you're a very good lover."

"Jeanne please don't coddle me. I want to hear the truth."

"Michael, I am telling you the truth. You're a gentle and considerate sex partner. Several of the men I've been with weren't. While they were fucking me it was abundantly clear that all they cared about was their own pleasure. You've always tried to give me pleasure." Jeanne smiled. "I was always such a prude that I don't think that was very easy for you."

"Even when you were a prude I enjoyed sex with you and you're right; I've always tried to please you."

"I know you did Michael and while that's one of the reasons you're a good lover, it's not the only reason."

"Okay."

"Michael, you're a graceful lover. Until I started dating other men I never realized how important that is."

"I don't understand."

"Sex and dancing are closely related. To be done well they both require rhythm and grace. Two of the guys who fucked me were awful. As soon as their cocks were inside me they started pumping in and out of me as hard and fast as they possibly could. That's fun at the end, but at the beginning guys have to be slow and gentle. They have to be dancers. Baby you're a dancer. Believe me, women appreciate that."

I nodded.

Jeanne continued. "One of the guys was big. He had to be at least eight inches. When he started ramming and jamming that monstrosity into me it actually hurt." 

"What did you do."

"I stopped him. Sex should feel good. It shouldn't be painful."

"Was he okay with that?"

"I gave him a blow job instead."

"And that made him happy?"

"Oh yes."

Laughing, I said; "You do give an excellent blow job."

Jeanne grinned. "Thank you kind sir. I enjoy giving them. Would you like one?"

"Yes I would, but only as a preliminary. I'd like to finish what we started earlier."

"So would I." Jeanne got up on her knees. "Baby lie back and make yourself comfortable. I'm about to demonstrate one of the many advantages of having a slut wife."

"Jeanne, I still need to ask one more question."

"Okay" She sat down again.

"How do I compare to the other men as far as size? I'm afraid I'm not big enough to please you. You mentioned that one of the guys was eight inches. I'm no where near that big."

"I also told you that I made him stop fucking me because it hurt."

"Yes, but you did that because he was too aggressive."

Jeanne smiled at me for a moment and then she said; "Michael, I think cock size is a lot more important to men than it is to women. How a guy uses his cock is what really matters to us."

"So you're telling me that I'm small."

"Damn it Michael, that's not what I'm telling you. I'm trying to get you to understand that for women cock size isn't really all that important. There are a few women who are size queens, but I think that's more like men who are fascinated by women with large breasts. Most women prefer an average sized cock. They're more comfortable. I also repeat what I said earlier. How a guy uses his cock is more important than its size."

"Jeanne everything you're telling me makes sense and I believe you, but you have to understand that what you're doing has shaken my confidence as a man. I'm terrified that I'm a tiny dicked wimp who can't satisfy his wife. That's why I lost my erection earlier."

"Baby, I'm so sorry that I did that to you. Please believe me when I tell you that you have never been an inadequate lover. You have always been a wonderful in bed. I was the one who was inadequate."

"Please tell me the truth. I have to know."

"Okay, in the past three months I've played with about twenty different cocks. Three of them were larger than yours. One was a couple of inches longer than your cock."

"That was the eight inch cock."

Jeanne nodded and then she continued. "Three or four of them were at least an inch shorter than yours."

"They were?"

"Yes and they were still fun."

Laughing, I said; "Okay, I get it."

"Baby, I think your cock is about average or maybe even a little larger than average. You're pretty thick, which is a lot more important than length."

"Really?"

"Yes, but you're a practical man. Let's get some real data. Turn on your computer."

Jeanne stood up, walked over to the dresser and opened her purse.

"What are you doing?"

Ignoring my question, Jeanne said; "Turn on your computer."

"Okay." 

I got up, walked over to the desk and switched on my computer. As the computer was booting up Jeanne joined me. I noticed that she was holding the small cloth tape measure that she always carried in her purse. 

I smiled. "Are you going to measure me?"

"Damn right I am. It's the only way you'll know for sure."

"Okay."

"Sit down in the chair."

"Why?"

"Don't argue, just do it."

Laughing, I said; "All right." I sat down in the desk chair.

After setting the tape measure on the desk Jeanne kneeled between my legs and picked up my stiffening cock. Holding it with both of her hands, she said; "I want you really hard for this."

Realizing what she was doing, I nodded.

Jeanne slipped my cock into her mouth and started sucking me. Once again it was wonderful. After about a minute of pure ecstasy Jeanne sat back and looked up at me. "That got you nice and hard, didn't it?"

"Yes it did." We were both grinning.

Picking up her tape measure, Jeanne said; "Now sit still."

I watched as she carefully measured the length of my erect penis. After a moment she looked up at me and said; "Six and one quarter inches."

I nodded.

Jeanne then used the cloth tape to measure the circumference of my cock. When she was finished she stood up and said. "Four and three quarter inches."

She set her tape back on the desk and said, "Now I want you to Google, The average length of an adult male penis."

"Do you really think we'll find something?"

"Sweetie, this is the Internet. These days you can find anything."

"Yeah, okay."

"I'll also bet that this is a popular search."

Chuckling, I said; "You're probably right." I typed in the search. We got ten pages of results.

Jeanne said, "Isn't the Internet wonderful?" We both laughed.

I opened one of the web sites. We started reading. We learned that early studies had reported the average length of a penis as about six and a half inches. Researchers had recently decided that those figures were skewed because the men were allowed to do their own measuring and they had a tendency to round their results upward.

Current studies based on more accurate data reported an average penis length of about five and one half inches and an average circumference of about four and a quarter inches.

As we were reading Jeanne started giggling.

I looked at her and asked, "What's so funny?"

Still giggling, Jeanne said; "I want to get a job as a penis measurer." We both burst out laughing.

We looked at four other web sites. They all reported the same information. The web sites all also stated that penis size was a much bigger issue for men than it was for women.

As I shut my computer off Jeanne said, "So, you're cock is just a little larger than average. I happen to think that it's the perfect size. Do you believe me now?"

Smiling, I said; "Yes I do.'

"Wanna start fucking again?"

"Yes please."

"Would you be willing to give me a little warm up with your tongue first?"

"I'd love to do that."

Jeanne hopped on to the bed and spread her legs. "Come on sailor, let's have some fun."

I lay down between my wife's legs. As I kissed her already sopping pussy I once again realized that despite all the insecurity her new life style had created for me I had to admit that really did like the new Jeanne.

As I kissed and licked my wife's cunt she became increasingly wet and slippery. I smiled. It really was fun being married to a woman who loved sex. In the past the old Jeanne had occasionally allowed me to go down on her. It was rare, but it did happen. Usually it was after a romantic dinner that included several cocktails and a bottle of wine. Even then, even after her inhibitions had been eased by alcohol she still rarely produced much natural moisture. Now Jeanne gushed like a trollop and I loved it. 

I buried my face in Jeanne's cunt and reveled in her wetness. I tried to coat my my lips, my nose, my cheeks and my chin with it. Above me Jeanne started giggling. That excited me even more. She was actually enjoying what I was doing.

I pushed my tongue into her opening. She was still stretched and loose from our previous coupling. I fucked her with my tongue. Still giggling, Jeanne began gyrating her hips. My already rampant excitement mushroomed. I started licking the full length of her cunt.

Above me Jeanne snickered and said, "Michael you nasty devil. I love this."

That excited me even more. I found her clit, sucked it into my mouth and began flicking it with my tongue. At the same time I pushed a finger into her and started fucking her with it.

Jeanne screamed "Michael, that feels fucking amazing." Madly gyrating her hips she grabbed my head and held my face tightly against her clit. I kept sucking it and flicking it with my tongue while I finger fucked her at the same time.

Suddenly I felt her muscles tense and then still holding my face pressed to her engorged clit she screamed and started to shake. Her hands tightened their grip on my head. For a moment I feared that she might crush me, but then her iron grip eased. Several seconds passed. Finally Jeanne let go of my head and melted into the bed.

I pulled myself up so that I was lying next to her and gently stroked her hair. After moment she smiled at me and then she started to giggle. 

I said, "what?"

Jeanne grinned at me. "Michael, you don't ever have to worry about being an inadequate lover. Baby that was magnificent."

I beamed with pride.

Jeanne popped up. "Come on, lie back. I want to keep going."

Still grinning, I said; "Okay." I lay back on the pillows.

Jeanne moved down the bed. My cock was sticking straight up. Resting her arm on my stomach, she wrapped the fingers of her other hand around my stiff shaft and began slowly stroking it. At the same time she said; "Michael, you have a beautiful cock. I'm madly in love with it. It will always be my favorite." Leaning forward, she kissed it and then she parted her lips, took the head into her mouth and started sucking me.

"Jeanne that feels wonderful"

She stopped, sat up and grinned at me. "Do you like that?"

"Very much."

"When you come home I'll do it for you every day for the rest of our lives."

"Even when we're old and wrinkly?" I was grinning at her.

"Even when we're old and wrinkly."

We both laughed and then Jeanne put my cock back into her mouth and started sucking me in earnest. It was wonderful. The new Jeanne knew how to give a great blow job. I smiled. Twelve guys in the parking lot at Brady's Saloon. She'd definitely been practicing. And then I realized something. It didn't bother me. I wasn't jealous. All she was doing was having fun and I had to admit that this really was fun.




Awakenings Ch. 06



I closed my eyes and imagined Jeanne and a strange man together in the back seat of his car. It would be a luxury sedan, maybe a Mercedes Benz or a Lexus. They were making out. Jeanne's blouse was unbuttoned and her brassiere was unfastened. The man was fondling her exposed breasts.

Jeanne unbuckled the man's belt, pulled down his zipper, opened his suit pants and took out his cock. He was hard. She leaned down, slipped it into into her mouth and started sucking him just like she was sucking me.

Suddenly I heard Jeanne giggling and then I realized that she'd stopped sucking my cock. I opened my eyes. 

She was looking at me. "Michael, what were you just thinking about? Baby I've never seen your cock this hard."

Feeling a little embarrassed, I said; "Nothing, I was just enjoying what you were..." I stopped myself in mid sentence. I was expecting Jeanne to tell me the truth. She had every right to expect the same honesty from me.

Still a little embarrassed about admitting what I'd really been thinking, I quietly said; "I was imagining you giving a guy a blow job in the back seat of his car in the parking lot behind Brady's Saloon."

Jeanne stared at me. After a moment she asked; "And that got you excited?"

Suddenly overwhelmed with shame I shrugged and looked away.

Quickly grasping the stress this admission was causing me, Jeanne said; "Baby, I'm not judging you or criticizing you. I'm really not. In fact I think it's unbelievably hot and kinky. I love it."

Jeanne was still holding my cock, but the nervous tension I'd just felt was causing me to lose my erection. Realizing it, Jeanne bent over and sucked me again. Relieved by her reaction I relaxed. My cock stiffened immediately.

As soon as I was hard again Jeanne pulled herself up and straddled my hips. Grinning at me she said; "Wanna tell me about it while we fuck?"

Laughing, I answered; "Isn't that kind of kinky?"

With a glint in her eyes, Jeanne said, "Damn right big boy." And then she lowered herself onto my cock. She was so wet that I slipped right into her. When the old Jeanne and I had sex she usually had to use a commercial lubricant. The new Jeanne didn't need that.

As soon as I was all the way inside her Jeanne leaned forward and started rubbing my nipples with her fingertips. "Michael play with my tits while we fuck."

I reached up with both hands and began massaging Jeanne's large breasts.

She smiled and said; "I love it when a guy plays with my tits."

"You have beautiful tits. I'll bet they all enjoy playing with them."

"They do. Is that okay? Is it all right that I let other men play with my tits?"

Remembering my conversation with Charles Montgomery, I said; "You enjoy it. You just told me that."

"Yes I do."

"Then it's all right. I love you. I want you to enjoy yourself."

"Does it excite you Michael? Does it excite you when you think about other men playing with my tits?"

"It does right now."

"Because you're aroused."

"Yes."

Grinning at me, Jeanne said; "Then I guess I'll have to keep you perpetually aroused."

I laughed. "That could be fun."

"I think so too." 

Up to this point Jeanne had just been sitting on my cock. Now she started to rock back and forth. She moved slowly, rhythmically. I remembered her comment that sex and dancing were closely related. She was dancing with me. I liked it.

"Tell me what you were thinking about a moment ago. You know, while I was sucking your cock."

It seemed like I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn't. Jeanne had become so free and open about sex that I felt like I could reveal even my deepest and most secret fantasies to her.

I was also incredibly aroused. My gorgeous wife of twenty-seven years had just sucked my cock. Now she was on top of me; slowly fucking me while she played with my nipples and I fondled her big beautiful breasts. At that moment talking about a kinky fantasy seemed like one more tantalizing spice.

Still, it was a little scary. I was the product of years of social conditioning. A proper husband wasn't supposed to get excited when he imagined his wife sucking another man's cock. 

I immediately understood. This was exactly what Jeanne was trying to explain to me. Just because people tell you something is wrong doesn't make it wrong. As long as no one is getting hurt, we all have the right and even the obligation to live by our own moral code. When Jeanne sucked a guy off in the parking lot behind Brady's Saloon she wasn't hurting anybody and when I got excited imagining her doing it I wasn't hurting anyone either. 

I'm a voyeur. I've known that for years. I love watching adult movies. A lot of other people do too. The adult film industry is huge. This was just another form of voyeurism.

Suddenly I was not only willing to tell Jeanne what I'd been imagining, I wanted to tell her. Grinning and excited I said; "I was imagining you were with a man you'd just met in Brady's Saloon. The two of you were in the back seat of his car."

Still slowly rocking back and forth on my cock, Jeanne said, "It was parked in a dark corner of the parking lot, a place where no one would see us."

"It was a big sedan."

"It was a Buick, a large black Buick with a spacious back seat. What did the man look like?"

"He was a little younger than me, maybe forty or forty-one."

"Was he handsome?"

"Very, he was tall and fit too. It was easy to see why you were attracted to him."

"I was. The moment I saw him in the bar I knew I wanted him. Tell me what we were doing in the back seat of his car."

"You were making out with him."

"Yes I was. I love making out with guys."

"Your blouse was unbuttoned and your brassiere was unfastened."

"Was he playing with my tits?"

"Yes."

"What was I doing?"

"You were unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants."

"I was eager to see his cock."

"Did he have a big cock?"

"Not really. It wasn't as big as yours, but it was still nice."

"How did you know that?"

"Before we left for the parking lot we made out in one of the back booths in the bar. I played with it while we made out."

"Tell me why you were eager to see his cock."

"I love cocks. I love looking at them, I love playing with them, I love sucking them and I love getting fucked by them. I'm a slut Michael, you're married to a slut. Is that okay? I hope it is because I love being a slut."

"And it doesn't hurt anybody else."

"Not even you? Does it hurt you Michael?"

"Sometimes, not as much as it did at first. Now I'm starting to enjoy it."

"I'm glad. I want you to enjoy it. I want us to be able to enjoy it together."

"I'm a voyeur Jeanne. I always have been."

"I know. You've always liked dirty movies. That used to bother me when I was a prude. It doesn't anymore. Now I'm glad you like them. Now I want you to watch them. I want you to watch them and imagine that I'm the woman in the movie."

"And you're sucking another man's cock."

"Yes, I'm sucking another man's cock."

During this exchange Jeanne had gradually been increasing the tempo of her movement. Now she was rocking back and forth on my cock with relentless abandon. I let go of her breasts, slid my hands down to her rear and started bucking my hips in time with her rocking.

Jeanne cried; "Yes Michael, that's what I want. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!

She let go of my nipples and started massaging her clit with the fingers of both of her hands. We forgot about fantasies and talking and concentrated all of our attention on fucking. 

I felt the familiar warm glow building in my loins. 

Suddenly Jeanne's body stiffened and then she arched her back and cried, "I'm cumming!"

As her body started to shake the first spurt of my semen erupted into Jeanne's cunt. We were both consumed by a storm of orgasmic ecstasy. The storm raged for several seconds before it began to abate. Gradually we both relaxed.

Leaning forward Jeanne placed a hand on each side of my shoulders to support herself and then she looked down at me and smiled. I grinned up at her. She giggled and said; "That was wonderful."

I nodded. "It really was." 

"I love you Michael."

"I love you too Jeanne."

Jeanne lowered herself to my chest. She sighed as my softening cock slipped out of her cunt. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly to me.

She whispered, "I could spend the rest of my life right here in your arms."

I smiled. "That would be okay with me."

We held each other for several minutes. Finally Jeanne rolled off of me and said; "That was wonderful. I'm pretty sure that was the first time you and I ever orgasmed at the same time."

"I believe you're right."

"It was fun."

"Yes it was. Have you ever had a simultaneous orgasm with one of your other men?"

Jeanne was silent. After a moment she said; "Yes, I suppose that is a fair question. From now on I'll have to be careful about how I phrase statements like that. No Michael, I haven't. You're the only person I've ever orgasmed with simultaneously."

"It would have been okay if it had already happened with another man. It's going to happen. It's inevitable."

"Yes, I suppose it is. I cum a lot easier now than I used to."

"Yes you do."

"Is that okay? Does it bother you that I cum when I'm with other men?"

"No, not at all. In fact I'm glad you do. I love you, I want you to enjoy yourself."

"That's the second time you've said that tonight. It's an interesting position to take."

"Why? I do love you. I should want you to be happy."

"Yes and while I am grateful that you feel that way, I don't think it's the position that most husbands would take."

"Most women your age don't suddenly decide to become sluts." I paused and then I quickly said, "Was it okay that I said that? I wasn't trying to be demeaning."

"It was fine. I know you weren't trying to be demeaning. I like the term. It makes me feel free. The people who view it as a pejorative are the same ugly judgmental people who preach the puritan dogma that kept me inhibited for most of my life."

Chuckling, I said; "My wife is a slut and I'm starting to like it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I think I am. It certainly has its benefits."

"What do you mean?"

"Jeanne, I just had the best sex of my entire life. I never even imagined that it could be that good."

"It was fun, wasn't it."

"Yes it was and so what if you occasionally go out with another man. As long as you keep me well satisfied it really doesn't hurt me. Actually I'm finding that it compliments my voyeurism."

"Baby, I will keep you well satisfied. I promise." Jeanne giggled. "It will be a labor of love. I also promise to always tell you about my dates when I get home. That way you can enjoy them too."

"I'd like that."

Jeanne was quiet. After a moment she said; "Michael?"

"Yes."

"Since you seem to be adapting to all of this so well do you think that maybe you might be able to come home a little earlier than you planned?"

I shook my head. "I'm sorry Jeanne, I'd like to do that, I really would; but I can't risk it."

"Why not?"

"I need time to get used to all of this. It's much easier to accept your dating when I'm two thousand miles away. Jeanne that evening you went out with Derek Fischer was the worst night of my life. Seeing you with your hair done, all made up and wearing a new dress and knowing it was for another man was unbelievably painful. Watching him kiss you on our front lawn was awful and then hearing that he'd taken you to the Kennsington Grill and you held his hand during dinner was unbearable."

"Michael I'm so sorry I did those things. I was a thoughtless bitch. I'd give anything to be able to go back and change all of it."

"Jeanne I wasn't trying to drag all of that up again. We've discussed what happened that night. You apologized and made an effort to explain how it happened. I've accepted your apology and understand what happened. I only brought it up so that you can understand why I can't come home right away."

"But Michael I won't make those same mistakes again. I promise."

"Jeanne they really weren't mistakes."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you enjoy getting dressed up for a date? Isn't that part of the fun. Earlier you told me that you love making out with guys. When you bring a guy home so you can entertain him in your play room won't you want to kiss him in our living room or maybe hold his hand?

"On the evenings I have dates I could get ready at Tricia's apartment. I'm sure she wouldn't mind. I wouldn't have to bring my dates home. We could go to a motel. You wouldn't see me until I came home. That could work, couldn't it?"

"I thought about something like that, only I was the one who would leave. I could stay at a motel while you prepared for your date and then entertained him at home. I almost had myself convinced that it would work, but it wouldn't."

"Why not?"

"It makes dating inconvenient for you. Even if I'm the one who leaves. I know you. You're a considerate person. Every time I have to leave you'll feel guilty that your inconveniencing me. Either way, whether you leave or I leave; I'm afraid you'll start to limit the number of times you go out with other men. Jeanne when I come home you still have to be able to freely live your new life as a slut and I have to be able to fully accept what you're doing. If you have to start limiting your behavior in order to appease me I think it's likely that you'll start resenting me. If that happens I fear that it will be the beginning of the end of our marriage."

Jeanne nodded.

I continued. "Before I can come home I have to reach a point where I can be comfortable watching television in the den while you entertain a man in your play room."

"Do you think you can reach that point?"

"Before this weekend I would have said probably not, but talking to you has helped. The wonderful sex is helping too."

"Michael I'm sorry. You should have been benefiting from my new attitude about sex long before I started dating."

"I know. We've discussed that too. I understand why that didn't happen and you're doing a good job of taking care of that now."

"I'm trying, I really am.

"Yes you are." 

Michael earlier tonight you told me that we can have more weekend get togethers like this one. Can we really do that."

"Of course we can. In fact I think they're essential. I also intend to create a new email address for your use only and before you go home I'll give you my cell phone number. I now realize that we need to talk regularly."

"Thank you, not being able to communicate directly with you was awful."

"I'm sorry I had to cut off communication with you. I needed some time to heal."

"I'm sorry I hurt you."

"That's over, now it's time to start rebuilding our life together."

"Michael I can't begin to tell you how much I want to do that."

"I know Jeanne, I want that too."



Awakenings Ch. 07



This story is the seventh episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous six episodes of this series I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 



Jeanne kissed me and then she said; "Baby I know it's late, but I'd still like to play a little more. Do you have any energy left?"

"I think I can get it up one more time, but I might need a little help from you and I definitely need a few more minutes to recuperate."

Jeanne reached down and gave my still limp penis a gentle squeeze. "I'd love to give you a hand and even a mouth. And Mr. Voyeur, while were waiting how about a Julia Ann movie. I've only seen pictures of her on the Internet. I'd love to see her in action."

"Really? You want to watch an adult movie with me? Are you turning into a voyeur too?"

"No I'm a die hard slut. I prefer participating, but I like to do things with my favorite man. He likes to watch, so occasionally I'm going to watch with him." Jeanne was grinning at me.

Smiling at her, I stood up, got my laptop computer from the desk and set it up the bed between us.

As I was opening a Julia Ann movie Jeanne said; "You've done this before."

I laughed. "You caught me."

"I masturbate too."

"You told me that. I'm still amazed."

"I'd be a fool if I didn't. It feels good and it's free."

"You certainly have changed."

"And I can't begin to describe how happy I am about that change."

"I'm pretty happy about it too."

We smiled at each other for a moment and then I started a movie. "Let's try this one."

"Okay."

We cuddled together and watched. Julia Ann was straddling a dark haired man who was probably in his late thirties or early forties. She was wearing an elegant black dress. They were making out.

"I like this movie because the man's a little older. In some of her movies they do that cougar thing with younger guys. Those aren't as appealing to me."

Jeanne smiled. "I don't think they're making those movies for you Michael."

"Probably not."

"I'm finding that I prefer men who are a little older."

"Have you dated some younger guys?"

"Two, they were both in their early twenties."

"How did you meet them?"

"I met one of them in a bar. I stopped after work for a cocktail with some of the other secretaries in the building. He was working as a student intern in one of the nearby law offices. Tricia lined me up with the other one. He's a friend of hers."

"You just said that you prefer older men. You must not have enjoyed them."

"They were the rammers and jammers I told you about."

"Oh."

"Young men get really hard and they recover quickly, but they lack patience."

"They get too excited."

Jeanne laughed. "That's a good way to put it."

We turned our attention back to the movie. The dark haired man had pulled Julia Ann's dress down and unfastened her brassiere. He was fondling her large breasts.

Jeanne said; "She's very pretty. Do you really think I look like her?"

"She could be your twin sister."

"Her hair is blonde, mine's brown."

"That's true."

"I was thinking about becoming a blonde. Would that be all right with you?"

"I think you'd look gorgeous as a blonde."

"The next time we have one of these weekends you'd better be prepared."

"I'll take that as a promise."

We turned our attention back to the movie. Julia Ann was sucking her costars cock.

Jeanne said, "She looks like she's really enjoying that."

"She's either enjoying it or she's an outstanding actress."

"I think she's enjoying it. I know I do. I love giving head." Moving closer, Jeanne nuzzled my ear and whispered; "I'd like to suck your cock right now. Would that be okay?"

"I'd like that very much."

Jeanne giggled. "I thought you might." She moved down so that she was crouching next to my hips and then she picked up my stiffening penis and slipped it into her mouth.

I lay back on the pillows watching Julia Ann suck her costars cock while Jeanne sucked my cock. I was in voyeur heaven. 

After a minute Jeanne took my cock out of her mouth, sat up and looked at me. "Michael I want you to imagine that it's me in the movie. I want you to imagine that you're watching me suck another man's cock. Will you do that?"

I was aroused and I really was a voyeur. The idea of watching Jeanne with another man had been lurking in the recesses of my mind for several weeks. Breathless with excitement I answered; "Yes, yes I will."

"Would you enjoy doing that? Would you like to watch me when I'm with another man?"

While I was excited, I was still an accountant. Caution prevailed. I answered, "Eventually I think I might. Right now fantasies are enough. I'm not sure I'm ready to see it for real."

"But maybe someday you will be. I think I'd like that. I think sometimes I'd like you to watch. You're a voyeur and I'm beginning to understand that I'm an exhibitionist."

"You enjoyed wearing those tight sexy clothes to dinner tonight. You loved knowing that all the men in the restaurant were watching you."

"I did, I really did. It's taken a while for me to get enough confidence to start doing it, but now I love wearing sexy clothes. I'm even wearing sexy clothes to work."

"How are those conservative attorneys you work for taking that?"

"So far they haven't said anything. I do notice them oogling me when they think I'm not watching them."

"You enjoy that, don't you."

"Michael I love it when men look at me. I love being a slut."

Jeanne leaned over. As she was about to put my cock back in her mouth we both noticed that it was starting to grow. She kissed it and said; "It looks like somebody's soldier is waking up again. Let's see if we can give it a little encouragement." She slipped my cock into her mouth and began sucking me in earnest.

The combination of the movie, Jeanne's naked breasts pressing against my thigh, our kinky conversation about watching her with another man and of course, her marvelously skilled blow job all combined to get me fully erect in less than a minute.

As soon as I was hard Jeanne looked up me and smiled. "It looks like you're ready for tonight's main event."

Laughing, I said; "I'm not sure I know what that means, but I'm definitely eager to find out."

"Michael dear, I told you earlier. Tonight you're going to fuck my ass."

"I remember you saying that, but I wasn't sure you were serious."

"Oh I am definitely serious. I really want to know what it feels like."

"Okay, what do we have to do? I've seen it in the movies. Sometimes they put in plugs to stretch you out a little."

Jeanne stood up, walked over to her purse, opened it and took out a small tube. I assumed it was lubricant. As she returned to the bed she said; "Tricia told me that as long as I liberally lube up my butt I'll be just fine."

"Tricia told you that? Is she into anal intercourse?"

"She loves it. Jodie's tried it too, but she's just so so about it. She doesn't mind it. She'll do it if a guy really wants to do it; but I don't think she'd ever initiate it. "

"But Tricia loves it." Laughing, I added; "Paul must be a pretty adventurous guy."

"In his own way, I guess that's true; but I'm fairly certain that Tricia has never let him do that with her."

"She hasn't? I don't understand. You just told me that Tricia loves anal sex. Paul is Tricia's fiancee."

"Michael I'm going to tell you something about Tricia and Paul, but you have to promise that you'll try to keep an open mind. Will you do that?"

"Of course."

"No Michael, I'm serious. I think this might be difficult for you. You have to promise."

"Okay, I promise."

"I told you before that Tricia has a boyfriend."

"Yes, Randy Parkman."

"She also dates other men."

"Yes, in fact you just told me that she's started dating older men."

"That's right. Michael, Randy Parkman and the other men Tricia dates are the men who get to fuck Tricia's rear, in fact they're the only men who get to fuck Tricia at all."

"You're telling me that Paul doesn't get to fuck Tricia, but other men do?"

"That's right."

"Then why is she planning to marry him?"

"She loves him."

"Jeanne, you're not making any sense."

"Michael, your oldest daughter is a dominant. Do you know what that means?"

"I think so, you're telling me that Tricia is a dominatrix."

"Kind of, but I don't think she'd ever use that term. For Tricia being a dominant is more of a lifestyle choice. Michael, Paul is a submissive. Tricia loves Paul, but he's not so much her boyfriend as her slave."

"Really?"

"Yes and Tricia refers to herself as a superior."

"Isn't that a little arrogant?"

"It's only within the context of the game they play. There are several other couples all into the same fantasy. Randy Parkman and his wife are part of the game too, only in their case Randy is the dominant and his wife Carol is the submissive."

"But it's just a game."

"That's what they call it, but they're pretty serious about it. In many ways Paul really is Tricia's slave. He does all the household chores; the cooking, the cleaning, the laundry, everything. He's not even allowed to work. His job is to take care of Tricia."

"And I gather that he doesn't get to have sex with Tricia."

"Not in the traditional way. He eats Tricia's pussy." Jeanne paused. After a moment she added, "And her ass." She watched me to see how I reacted to that.

I said, "Don't worry, I'm not shocked by that. Remember, I'm a dirty movie aficionado. That's pretty common in those movies."

"Really?" 

"Yeah, if the person's clean it's really not that big a deal. In adult movies it's a frequent accompaniment to oral sex."

Jeanne laughed. "I thought I was more worldly than you, but I guess that's not completely true."

"I think you now have more practical experience than I do. Most of my knowledge was acquired vicariously."

"We can teach each other." 

"That would be fun."

"I have to admit that you took the news about your oldest daughters kinky lifestyle rather well."

I shrugged. "I assume they're happy."

"I think they are. They certainly seem happy."

"They're not hurting anybody. It's their life. They get to live it anyway they want."

"Michael Nolan you are a truly remarkable man."

"I'm trying Jeanne, I really am."

Jeanne smiled at me. I smiled back at her. She kept smiling.

After a moment I said. "What?"

Still smiling, she said; "You took a shower just before I got here, correct?"

"Yes."

"And I took one right after I got here and you joined me."

"Yes."

"So we're both clean, right?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"Wanna try it? I'll do you first."

Chuckling, I said; "Jeanne the prude is definitely gone."

"She certainly is. So do you?"

"Sure, why not."

"Lie back on the pillows. I'm going to start by sucking you."

"Just a moment." I picked up my computer. After I set it on the desk I got back on the bed and lay back with my head on the pillows. "Okay."

Jeanne positioned herself between my parted thighs. As she wrapped her fingers around the shaft of my erection she said; "You still have to fuck my butt tonight. If you feel like you're going to cum warn me so I can stop."

"I will." I quickly added, "At least I'll try."

"I'll try to be careful too."

"Thanks."

Jeanne slipped my cock into her mouth, gave me a few quick sucks and moved down to my balls. I was certain that she was trying to make sure I didn't cum by accident.

She kept her fingers loosely wrapped around the shaft of my erect penis while she kissed and licked my balls. Afraid that I might cum, I focused all of my attention on maintaining control. I really wanted to avoid an accident.

Jeanne whispered, "Pull your hips up, it's time."

Both excited and anxious, I pulled my feet back and elevated my hips exposing my anus to Jeanne. She placed both hands under my butt cheeks and raised me even higher. I felt her tongue at the base of my ball sac. I held my breath. She moved lower. Her tongue was in the crack of my ass. She explored it. She found my anus. I felt her tongue circling it and then I realized that she was probing it. My wife of twenty-seven years, the woman who was too inhibited to suck my cock unless she'd been drinking, was licking my asshole.

It was a strange sensation. While it wasn't unpleasant, it wasn't particularly pleasurable either. I immediately grasped that this was a perceptual pleasure. There were nerve endings in the cock and the pussy that produced real physical gratification. The anus didn't have those nerve endings. The pleasure was derived from the participants perception of what was occurring. I was inclined to think that Trisha enjoyed it because she was a dominant. To her, receiving this pleasure was a validation of her position. I suspected that Paul enjoyed giving her this pleasure because it was an expression of his submission.

I was curious to hear Jeanne's reaction. My guess was that she was going to find both giving and receiving this pleasure exciting. At this point in her life she viewed herself as a libertine, a woman totally devoted to sexual gratification, a woman who was willing to try anything regardless of how daring or unconventional it might be.

I smiled to myself. Why not? Life can become awfully mundane. What's wrong with being daring and unconventional? Absolutely nothing. I relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of my wife's tongue in my ass.

After a moment Jeanne pulled away and moved back up next to me. She kissed me. I kissed her back. Knowing where her tongue had just been didn't bother me at all.

Jeanne asked, "Did you enjoy that?"

"I think so, let me do you and then let's talk about it."

"Okay." Jeanne rolled over and got up on her knees. "I think doing it like this will be easier."

As I positioned myself behind her I said, "I think you're right." 

I took a moment to slowly lick Jeanne's cunt. Breathless with excitement, she said; "Just doing that is wonderful. Michael right now I'm so excited. This is so slutty."

I smiled. I knew my Jeanne. I gave her cunt three more long slow licks and then I moved up to the crack of her ass. As I did that I brought my right hand to her sex and started gently massaging it with my fingertips.

Jeanne gasped. "Oh my god Michael."

My tongue explored the full length of Jeanne's ass, but I carefully avoided her anus.

Giggling, she said; "You're teasing me."

I found her engorged clit and rubbed it gently with my thumb. At the same time I started placing soft kisses in the crack of Jeanne's ass. Slowly, methodically my kisses moved closer to her asshole. I could feel the tension in Jeanne's body build as she anticipated what I was about to do.

Still rubbing Jeanne's clit with my thumb, I pressed my lips to her anus and gave her a deep kiss. She shuddered. I extended my tongue and circled her. She emitted a low moan. I pushed my tongue into her. Jeanne cried, "Oh my god Michael, that is so nasty. I love it."

I pushed my tongue even deeper into her. I was every bit as excited as Jeanne. She was enjoying this and I was discovering that I loved giving her this pleasure. Jeanne pressed her ass into my face. Still rubbing her clit with my thumb, I closed my eyes and made out with her asshole. 

Suddenly Jeanne arched her back and screamed. I kept my face buried in her ass while her entire body shook with pleasure. 

Gradually Jeanne's orgasm subsided. She collapsed on the bed. I moved up and lay next to her. After a moment she kissed me and said; "That really was fun."

"Yes it was."

"Which did you enjoy more? Doing it or receiving it."

"I think doing it."

Really? Tell me why."

"You got so excited while I was doing it. I'm discovering that I enjoy giving you pleasure."

"You rubbed my clit while you were doing it. I think that made a difference. I didn't play with your cock because I was afraid I'd make you cum. I still want you to fuck my butt before we go to sleep."

I understand and you were right. If you'd stroked me I'm pretty sure I would have cum."

"After we shower in the morning I'll give you a blow job. I'll do it as part of the blow job and make you cum."

"I'd like that."

"I like giving pleasure too."

"I know you do."

"That's why I like going to Brady's Pub so much."

"I know that."

"I suppose you do. You know me pretty well. Does it bother you? You know, because I like to give other men pleasure."

"It did at first, but I'm getting used to the idea. Seeing you happy makes me happy."

"I promise that you'll always come first."

"Is that a pun?"

Jeanne giggled. "Yes, I guess it is."

I kissed Jeanne. She smiled, but then her smile disappeared. I watched her. It was obvious that she was thinking. Finally she said; "Michael I want to say something. I think it's important."

"Okay."

"I'm afraid that you might take it the wrong way and I don't want that."

"I'll try to listen to you and understand what you tell me. If you think it's important you do need to tell me. Remember, the only way this can work is if we're completely honest with each other."

Jeanne nodded and then she took a deep breath and said; "I understand why we fell in love, got married and are so happy with each other. We're very similar people. We care about each other and we're both usually considerate about each others feelings. I say usually because I really fucked up on this one."

I smiled.

Continuing, Jeanne said; "I think that's one of the reasons I enjoy dating other men."

I suddenly understood exactly what Jeanne was trying to say and I had to admit that it made perfect sense to me. It actually helped me understand and accept what she was doing. 

"Jeanne I think you're telling me that both of us are givers and once in a while you'd like to have sex with a man who's a taker so you can focus all of your attention on pleasing him."

Jeanne considered that. After a moment she said; "That's exactly what I was trying to explain. Is that all right? I mean I wouldn't want that all the time. You're a wonderful, caring lover. I love you and sex with you is always magnificent, but once in a while it would be fun to have sex with a really demanding man."

"Yes, it's all right. In fact it helps me understand what you're doing."

"Really?"

"Yes, it makes sense to me."

"Thank you Michael, thank you for having such an open mind."

"So tell me, is Trent Peters a demanding sex partner?"

Jeanne stared at me. Suddenly realizing that she thought I was upset, I said; "Jeanne I'm not angry."

"Okay, but you have to understand that the last time we talked about him you hung up on me."

"Yes, I'm sorry about that. There are still going to be times when my emotions get the better of me. Also, the sex we've enjoyed this evening has helped me a lot. I don't feel as neglected as I did before."

Jeanne nodded. "That's why I knew I had to come out here. I had to make sure you knew that I found you sexually desirable."

I smiled. "You've done a pretty good job of that."

Jeanne smiled back at me.

I said, "So tell me, is Trent Peters a demanding lover?"

"Michael, are you sure that you're not angry."

"Yes, I'm positive."

"Then I don't understand, why are you asking me about him?"

"Do you remember what I said to you during our telephone call last night? It was just before you told me about Trent Peters."

"We talked about a lot of things, but the call ended so disastrously that I've forgotten most of it. After you hung up all I could think about was how to find a way to talk to you again."




Awakenings Ch. 07



"I'm sorry, I told you earlier; sometimes my emotions are going to overwhelm me. I'm trying to keep that from happening, but once in a while things get out of hand."

"I know and I understand. Actually I think you're doing a commendable job of keeping your emotions in check. We also have to remember that I'm the cause of all these problems. I think you're entitled to an occasional outburst of anger."

"We're both trying."

"Yes we are. Please refresh my memory. What did you tell me last night?"

"I told you that I thought that we need to try to use the time we're apart to address some of the problems that are likely to occur after I return. I explained that I'm reasonably certain that eventually you'll find men that you enjoy both sexually and socially. When that happens you're going to want to see them regularly. That's going to be hard for me. I'm going to need some opportunities to get used to it."

"Yes, I remember now. You want me to find a boyfriend right away so you can have a chance to get used to the idea while you're still away from home. That's why I told you about Trent."

"That's right, it's much easier to get used to something when it's not occurring right in front of you."

"But you want me to tell you about him. You want to hear about my dates with him."

"I need to hear about every detail. I need to hear you tell me how much you're enjoying him. It's the only way I can get used to the idea."

"It's a little like the fantasy games that Ruth and David are playing. I'm fairly certain that eventually Ruth is going to start dating. When that happens the fantasy games will have helped David prepare for the real thing." Jeanne sighed. "That's what I should have done with you. I should have been playing fantasy sex games with you for the past year."

"I would have enjoyed them, but were you ready to play games like that a year ago?"

"No, I don't think I was. Still I should have waited to start dating until we'd had a chance to play those games for awhile."

"That may be true, but it didn't happen; so now we have to do it this way."

"Okay, I understand. You need to hear about Trent Peters."

"Do you want to start dating him?"

"Yes, I think I do."

"Then you need to tell me about him. We need to be able to talk openly about him."

"What do you want to hear? I already told you how I met him."

"Yes, and you told me about sucking his cock while he was sitting on the couch in our living room."

"That was when you got upset."

"Yes it was, but now that I've been treated to a couple of your blow jobs I don't feel quite so neglected."

"I'm glad I came out here."

"I am too. When you sucked Trent's cock did you make him cum?"

"Yes, I'm learning that most guys cum pretty quickly the first time. When I'm with a guy I try to make him cum right away. That way when he starts fucking me he can last a little longer."

"I assume that you let Trent fuck you."

Jeanne stared at me. After a moment she said; "You just called him Trent. In fact you called him that twice. You always call Derek Fischer, Fischer."

"I was angry at Fischer. I don't have any reason to be angry with Trent Peters."

"Is it because you've had a chance to get used to the idea that I'm letting other men fuck me?"

"I suppose that is it."

"I'm beginning to grasp what you're trying to do. The more we talk about all of this the easier it gets for you. Do you think there's a chance that you'll eventually reach a point where you actually do enjoy it?"

"I think it's possible. I am a voyeur. It definitely appeals to that part of my personality."

"Would you like to hear more?"

"Yes."

"After I sucked him..."

"Jeanne before you go on can I ask you a question?"

"Certainly."

"When Trent orgasmed did you let him cum in your mouth?"

"No Michael, he ejaculated on my tits. You're the only man I'll ever let cum in my mouth." Jeanne quickly added, "That's not just because I love you, it's also a health issue. I don't want a stranger's semen in my mouth."

"That makes sense. You were about to tell me what you did after you finished giving him a blow job."

"We moved into Tricia's old room."

"Are you going to redecorate it?'

"Are you sure that's all right with you?"

"I want you to do it. I was even planning to buy you an erotic painting to hang on the wall."

"Really?"

"Would you like that? Maybe you'd rather pick out your own paintings."

"I can have more than one painting and I really would like to have a painting that you selected for me."

"Would you like to go to some art galleries tomorrow? We can pick out a painting together and have it shipped home."

"Michael I really would like that."

"Then we'll do it. Now back to Trent. What happened when you got to Tricia's room."

"We quickly undressed. We were both pretty excited. As soon as we were in bed Trent went down on me."

"Was he good?"

"Not as good as you are. I don't think he enjoys doing it as much as you do. I think he mostly did it so that I'd be nice and wet when he fucked me."

"Of course."

"He only ate me for about a minute, then he climbed on top of me and pushed his cock into my cunt."

"Was he good at fucking?"

Jeanne nodded. "He was wond..." She stopped herself in mid sentence. "I'm sorry Michael, I didn't mean to say that."

"Why not? If it's true I want you to say it. Jeanne we have to be able to be honest with each other. It would be naive of me to believe that I'll always be better than all the other men you date. Actually I hope that's not the case. If you're going to do this I want you to experience some wonderful sex."

"Thank you Michael." Jeanne paused. She thought for a moment and then she said; "It's not that Trent is better than you are Michael. You're both accomplished sex partners. You're both good, it's just that you're different. Tonight sex with you was a wonderful shared experience. It was magical. The night I was with Trent he took me. He controlled me. It felt like he was using me. I certainly wouldn't want only that. I need the magical sex that we had tonight, but once in a while it's fun to be taken."

I nodded. "I'm a giver, Trent's a taker."

"I think that's right. You're different people. You have different temperaments."

"I'll bet Trent would love it if you licked his ass while you were giving him a blow job."

"I'm sure he would, but it won't happen. That's a pleasure that I intend to reserve solely for you."

"Why? I don't actually enjoy it that much. I'd rather lick your ass. If you want to reserve something for just me that's what I'd like."

Jeanne smiled. "You are a giver."

"Yes I am."

"But I don't think you're submissive, at least not like Paul is to Tricia."

Chuckling, I said; "No that's not me." I paused for a moment and considered what Jeanne had just said. Finally I said; "I've never really thought about that. While I love watching adult movies I've never been particularly interested in the female domination movies and there are a lot of them out there."

"Really?"

"I think it's a pretty common fantasy for men."

"David is starting to express some submissive desires to Ruth."

"She told you that?"

"We talk all the time."

"How does she feel about David being submissive?"

"She's pretty excited about it."

"Really?"

"Ruth has told me a little about what she was like before she married David. Believe me Michael, she was not a prude."

"She was pretty wild."

"Before she met David she was dating a guy named Nick Granger."

"She mentioned him in an email."

"They were pretty adventurous. She told me they did quite a bit of swinging."

"I never would have guessed that."

"She loves David. After she met him she left all of that behind her. Now that they've started this fantasy game I'm pretty sure that it's just a matter of time before Ruth starts dating other men. I also think that like Tricia, she has a strong dominant streak. I think she's going to take full advantage of David's submissive inclinations."

"You're telling me that it won't be long before she's wearing the pants in the family."

"I think that's always been the case. No, I'm talking about more than that. I think that David is gradually going to become Ruth's servant."

"They have two kids. How will that work?"

"They'll keep it toned down around the kids."

"So do you have a dominant streak?"

"Do you want me to have one?"

"Are you asking me again if I have submissive desires."

"You told me you didn't, but then it seemed like you started waffling."

"I'm pretty sure I don't, at least not a very significant streak. I don't think it's a case of you are or you aren't. It's more like a continuum. I'll never be way out there with Paul or David, but I probably lean a little bit to the submissive side." I smiled. "I could easily spend weeks with my face buried in your cunt. I also loved licking your ass tonight and I was pretty so so about having my ass licked."

"Weeks with your face buried in my cunt, now that's a tantalizing prospect. I'll remember that when you finally do come home." Jeanne winked at me.

I winked back and then I said; "I think my real kink is voyeurism."

"You do love your adult movies."

"You still haven't answered my question. Do you have a dominant streak?"

"Not really. I think I'm like you, I maybe lean just a little bit to the submissive side of the continuum; but not very much. I loved licking your ass tonight, but I also loved it when you licked my ass. Right now I think I just like doing anything that's slutty and nasty." 

Grinning, I said; "You're a slut and I'm a voyeur."

"We make a great pair, don't we."

"Yes we do."

For a moment we smiled at each other, but then Jeanne's smile vanished. She looked at me with a serious expression and said; "Michael, were you serious when you told me that you wouldn't mind if I licked Trent's ass?" 

"Do you think you'd enjoy doing that?"

"Michael please don't get mad, but when I think about doing it to him my pussy absolutely gushes."

"It would be pretty slutty, wouldn't it."

"It really would."

"After your date will you promise to call me and tell me all about it?"

Jeanne laughed. "Yes Mr. Voyeur, I'll call you and tell you every nasty little detail."

"Is that a promise?"

"Of course."

"Then as soon as you get home you'd better call Trent and invite him over to the house for an evening of hot sex." 

"You're sure you're okay with that?"

"Yes I am, and if you wouldn't mind I'd like to make a suggestion about what you might do when he gets there?"

"Really?"

"Yup."

"Okay, go ahead."

"I think you should have him sit on the couch just like you did the last time he was there, only this time as soon as he's seated you should take off his shoes, his socks, his pants and his underwear and then you should stand up and do a little strip tease for him."

"Michael!"

"Are you telling me that you wouldn't enjoy doing that?"

Jeanne sheepishly answered; "No, in fact it's an unbelievably exciting idea."

"I thought it would be. After all you are a slut."

Giggling, Jeanne said; "Yes I am."

"And you'd like to be Trent Peter's slut, wouldn't you."

"Would that be okay?"

"Do you promise that you'll still love me?"

"Oh fuck yes! I'll love you more than ever. You'll be the most wonderful husband in the entire world."

"That works for me."

Jeanne kissed me hard on the lips. I kissed her back. After we kissed we held each other. As we held each other Jeanne whispered, "Michael Nolan, you're the only man I'll ever love."

"I believe that Jeanne, I really do."

We held each other for a few minutes and then Jeanne sat up, reached over to the bedside table and picked up the tube of lubricant that she'd taken from her purse earlier. After handing it to me, she rolled over onto her stomach and said; "Will you lube me up."

Chuckling, I said; "I'd be happy to do it." 

Jeanne has a gorgeous ass. I looked at it for a moment and then deciding that it wouldn't hurt to give her a quick kiss, I set the tube of lubricant on the bed, spread her ass cheeks, bent over and planted my lips on her anus.

Giggling Jeanne said; "That feels good, but it's not what your supposed to be doing."

Ignoring Jeanne, I pushed my tongue into her asshole. She cooed, "Michael, that really does feel good."

I gave her several deep licks and then I sat up and said; "Sorry, I couldn't resist."

"Baby, as far as I'm concerned, you can do that anytime the mood strikes you."

"I'll remember that while we're touring San Francisco tomorrow."

Jeanne burst out laughing. "Are you suggesting that we might occasionally slip off to a ladies room for a little fun?"

"It sounds like a good idea to me."

Still laughing, Jeanne said; "I can just imagine telling a woman who's impatiently knocking on a stall door. Just a minute ma'am. We'll be out as soon as my husband's finished licking my ass."

"This is San Francisco. She probably wouldn't bat an eye."

Rolling her eyes Jeanne said; "Enough silly chit chat, grab that lube and grease me up. I'm ready to get fucked in the ass."

I picked up the lube. Both of us were giggling. I pulled Jeanne's cheeks apart and squirted a generous amount onto her asshole.

Jeanne said, "That feels weird."

I started rubbing the lube around her anus with my fingertips.

"Ooo, but that feels good."

I squeezed some lube onto my finger and pushed it into her. It slipped in easily.

"That feels really good."

I added some more lube and pushed a second finger into Jeanne.

She said, "That feels really really good."

I pushed a third finger into her and started fucking her.

"Oh my god Michael, that feels amazing."

"Are your ready to try my cock?"

"Oh yes."

I pulled my fingers out if Jeanne's ass and rubbed the excess lube onto my cock. Then I squeezed some more lube onto the head and rubbed it in with my hand. Once I was ready I said, "How do you want to do this?"

"I was hoping you knew. You watch all the dirty movies."

"Those are porn stars. They're doing it as much for camera angle as comfort. A lot of times they start out with the woman on top, but from what you told me Trent's probably going to want to be on top."

"I'll start out on top. This is my first time. Before I worry about anything else I need to find out how it feels to take a cock in my ass."

"That makes sense."

"Lie back. I'll start out facing you. I think I'll be able to control what's happening better that way."

"Okay."

Jeanne sat up, turned so that she was facing me and straddled my hips. After taking a moment to get comfortable she reached behind her and took hold of my erection.

I smiled.

She said, "You like it when I hold your cock, don't you."

"Damn right."

"Let's see how you like this." She slowly sat back. 

I felt her rub the head of my cock in the crack of her ass. After finding her asshole she held my erection in place, sat back and slowly guided it into her anus. 

Jeanne was so well lubed that I easily slipped into her. Still, she continued to move slowly. As she gradually took more of my cock she smiled at me.

Smiling back, I said; "How does it feel?"

"Weird, how does it feel for you?"

"Actually pretty good."

"Are you ready? I'm going to take the rest of it."

"Go for it."

Jeanne sat back. Suddenly the full length of my cock slipped into her asshole.

Gasping, she said; "Oh my."

"Are you still okay?"

"Oh yes."

"Does it feel good?"

"It does." Jeanne started to move up and down on me. "How does that feel?"

"Wonderful" 

"I like it too, but now I'm ready to try a more daring position."

"One that Trent's going to like."

"Is that okay?"

"Definitely, what would you like to try?"

"I want to be on my back."

"I'll have to kneel and you'll have to pull your legs up."

"Okay, let's try it." Jeanne rolled off of me, lay back and spread her legs.

As I moved into position between them I leaned down and gave her cunt a quick kiss. 

She giggled. "I like it when you kiss me there."

"I like it too."

Jeanne pulled her legs back opening her ass to me. Laughing, she said; "I'm glad I still go to the gym five days a week. I need to be limber to do this."

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

I pushed my cock into Jeanne's ass. I moved slowly. She whispered, "That feels nice."

As soon as I was all the way inside her I asked, "Can I start fucking you?"

"Yes, but be gentle. I'm still a little nervous about this."

"Don't worry, I'll be careful, slow dancing only." I started fucking Jeanne's ass with a slow easy rhythm. 

"Michael, that feels nice."

I picked up Jeanne's hand and placed her fingers on her cunt. She grinned. "What a good idea." She started rubbing her clit. I matched the motion of my hips to the rhythm of her fingers. We danced together. Our excitement started to build. 

Suddenly Jeanne stopped and said; "I want you to take me from behind."

"Will Trent want that?"

"Yes, I think he will."

"Then let's try it." I pulled out of Jeanne. As she rolled over I asked, "Is Trent a tall man?"

"He's about the same height as you."

"Try lying on your stomach. It may not work, but let's try it."

Jeanne lay flat. Straddling her, I leaned forward so I was lying halfway on top of her and then I pushed my cock back into her ass. As I started fucking her I asked, "How is this?" 

"It's comfortable, but I'd like to try it on my knees. Will you be able to reach me?"

"I think I can if I half stand. Let's try it." I pulled out of Jeanne. She raised up on her hands and knees. I quickly figured out that if I stood on one leg and kneeled on the other I could comfortably slip my cock back into her ass.

I started fucking Jeanne again. At the same time she balanced on one hand so that she could rub her clit with the fingers of the other hand.

Once again our excitement started to build. Jeanne whispered, "Faster and harder! Take me! Fuck me!"

I started fucking her harder

"Yes, that's what I want. Fuck me! Fuck my asshole!"

I felt the sensations of pleasure building in my loins. Suddenly Jeanne arched her back and screamed. "Yes! Fuck my ass!"

As the waves of orgasmic pleasure rolled through Jeanne I pulled my cock out of her rear and jacked myself off on her butt cheeks. As Jeanne's orgasm subsided she collapsed on the bed. I lay down next to her. 

For a moment we both lay in contented silence. Finally Jeanne turned to me and asked, "Did you enjoy that?"

Nodding, I said; "I did, but honestly I enjoy fucking your pussy more."

Jeanne smiled. "Me too. Why did you pull out? why didn't you cum inside me?"

"I don't know much about this. I was afraid that if I came inside you I might be giving you a semen enema."

"Thank you, I appreciate the concern. I don't know either. That won't be an issue with Trent. He'll have to wear a condom."

"It was fun experimenting with you."

"That was fun." Jeanne sighed. "Michael, I'm sorry that we haven't been experimenting like this for the past year."

"It's okay, that wasn't an attempt to make you feel guilty. I understand why you weren't experimenting with me. I just wanted you to know that I enjoyed doing it."

"Me too. After we shower tomorrow morning would you like to do some experimenting with oral sex? We can take turns doing each other and discussing what we like and don't like."

"That would be fun."

"Michael, I'm really tired. Would it be all right with you if we go to sleep now?"

"Yes, that would be fine, it's been an exciting day and you also had a two hour time change."

"That's right, I did. No wonder I'm so tired."

"I'll get you a towel. Between the lube and my cum I think you must be kind of messy."

"Thank you, that would be nice."

I hurried into the bathroom, found a towel for Jeanne and quickly returned to the bed. She was just barely awake. I pulled down the covers, wiped her clean as best I could and tossed the towel on the desk.




Awakenings Ch. 07



As I climbed into bed next to Jeanne she whispered, "Michael, I'm sorry I fucked up our life."

After pulling up the covers, I said; "Jeanne you didn't fuck up or life, in fact I'm starting to believe that you spiced it up."

"I hope that's true."

I gently kissed Jeanne's forehead and whispered, "I love you Jeanne."

She murmured, "I love you too Michael" and then she was asleep.

I kissed her again, draped my arm across her shoulder and was asleep in seconds.

The next morning I was awake at 6:30. Jeanne was still sound asleep so I quietly dressed and slipped out of the motel room. There was a Starbucks eight blocks away. I bought two large coffees, two bottles of orange juice and two sweet rolls.

When I returned to the motel room Jeanne was awake. She was sitting at the desk naked typing on my computer.

As I set the coffee, juice and sweet rolls on the desk next to her I said; "I have to admit that when I walk into my motel room I love finding a beautiful naked woman typing on my computer."

Jeanne laughed. "And I have to admit that I love a handsome man who brings me coffee, orange juice and a sweet roll in the morning."

"Good morning Jeanne."

"Good morning Michael"

"Any good emails?"

"I remind you that I don't know your email address."

"It's a Yahoo account." I gave Jeanne the address. 

She logged on to Yahoo and typed in the address. "What's your password?"

I gave it to her. As she typed it in she said; "Your openness about your email account suggests that you're no longer going to be incommunicado."

"I'm sorry Jeanne. I was hurt. I needed some time alone to heal."

"I understand. I'm sorry I hurt you."

Jeanne picked up one of the bottles of orange juice. As she took a sip she said; "You have an email from Ruth."

"You can open it."

"Are you sure? Michael, I was out line when I asked you for your password. I was being intrusive. I'm sorry, I'm just so eager to be part of your life again."

"Jeanne you're my wife. You have every right to be part of my life."

"Do I Michael? I worry that I may have forsaken that when I decided to start dating."

"No Jeanne, you didn't. I very much want you to be part of my life."

Jeanne sighed, "We're both feeling a little insecure right now, aren't we."

"Yes we are, but I don't want that. I want us to start trusting each other again."

"I want that too."

"Trust starts with the little things. Why don't you go ahead and open Ruth's email."

"Okay."

"Would you read it aloud."

"Of course." After taking another sip of her orange juice, Jeanne read; "Dear Michael, everything is going well at the office. Bernie Kyle is turning out to be an excellent assistant for Jason. When you return I hope that we can find a permanent place for him with the firm."

Looking up at me, Jeanne said; "That's good news, isn't it?"

"Yes it is."

Jeanne continued. "Did Jeanne arrive in San Francisco yesterday? Michael she was devastated about your telephone call Wednesday evening. She was desperate to talk to you. If she did get there I hope you didn't send her away. I believe that she really does love you. She calls me twice a day to find out if I have any news about you."

I was watching Jeanne. She looked up at me. There was a tear running down her cheek. I got two tissues from the box on the bedside table and brought them to her. As she dried her eyes I kissed her forehead and whispered, "I love you too."

"Michael, I'm so confused. I love you so much and I'm afraid I'm pushing you away. I don't want to lose you, but I need to do this. This is the life I want, but I want it with you."

"We're both trying to work it out. We're talking now. That will help."

"I'm so glad I came out here."

"I am too."

"Would you like to hear the rest of Ruth's email?"

"Yes." I kissed Jeanne again and then I sat down on the edge of the bed.

Jeanne started reading again. "I'm beginning to understand Jeanne's new life style choice. David and I are still playing our game and he's becoming increasingly frank about his desire to see me date another man. He's actually encouraging me to renew my acquaintance with Nick Granger. If you remember, I mentioned Nick in an earlier email. He was the man I was dating when I met David. While Nick was fabulous in bed and it was fun to spend time with him, he was lazy and irresponsible. There was no way I would have ever considered marrying him. Still I had fun with him and now David is making it clear that he not only wouldn't mind if I started dating Nick again, it would excite him."

Jeanne paused to take another sip of her orange juice and then she continued. "I was having a hard time understanding how David could actually be urging me to date another man. I was even wondering if he was trying to get rid of me, but then he showed me the web sites. Michael there are an amazing number of web sites about this life style. It even has a name. It's called cuckolding or wife sharing. Apparently this is a common male fantasy. In a cuckold relationship a wife is free to date other men and she does it with her husband's blessing. The wives are called hot wives and their husband are their cuckolds. At first the term cuckold seemed like a disparaging name to me, but as I read the stories and articles on the web sites I realized that the men who have this fantasy don't view it that way."

I asked Jeanne, "Did you know about these web sites?" 

Pausing, Jeanne looked at me and nodded. "Tricia showed them to me. Since that evening when I announced that I was going to start dating Derek Fischer, this is the first time we've really had a chance to talk. I haven't told you about them because I thought we had more important things to discuss."

"I agree."

"Would you like to hear the rest of Ruth's email?"

"Yes."

Jeanne started reading again. "After looking at the web sites together David told me that he wants to be my cuckold. He said that he doesn't understand it. He knows that this isn't something husbands are supposed to want, but he does want it. We stayed up almost the entire night talking. He told me he knows that I love him and he loves me too. It would just be sex and he hopes that both of us will enjoy it. Michael, I have to admit that I'm intrigued by the idea. Sex with Nick Granger was incredible. Being able to occasionally enjoy him and still have the love and security I get from David would be wonderful. Still, I'm scared. I love David. I love our life together. I'm afraid that this could blow up and destroy everything.

Life certainly can be complicated.

Please email me and let me know what's happening with you and Jeanne.

Love 

Ruth"

Jeanne looked at me and smiled. "She's right about that, life certainly can be complicated."

"That's the truth."

"Michael, before you look at the web sites I need to warn you about something."

"Okay."

"Many of the stories and articles on those sites have a strong dominant submissive tone to them. The hot wives are often dominant and their cuckold husbands are often submissive."

"You mean like Tricia and Paul."

"Yes and I think maybe David too. Ruth has said some things to me that make me believe that."

"You're worried that the dominant submissive part of the stories might bother me."

"Yes."

I thought for a moment and then I said; "Yesterday morning it might have, but I don't think it will now. Our discussion last night helped me a lot. I'm starting to look at all of this from a new perspective. Jeanne I've always been a sexually oriented man. Ever since I was a teenager I've enjoyed erotica in all its forms."

Jeanne giggled, "You mean dirty stories, dirty pictures and dirty movies. I know that Michael. Last night I told you that it used to bother me, but it doesn't anymore. Now I'm happy that you enjoy all of that."

"That's what I'm talking about. For most of our married life you were rather inhibited."

"You mean I was a prude."

Laughing, I said; "Okay you were a prude, but you're not a prude anymore. Suddenly you've become a sexually adventurous woman."

"You mean a slut, I turned into a slut."

Still laughing, I said; "You enjoy being direct, don't you."

"Yes I do." Jeanne was grinning.

"That's what I'm finding so exciting about our new life. You've become so open and direct. You enjoy sex. Suddenly our life is filled with adventure. I don't think I'm submissive, but reading about people who enjoy that fantasy will be fun. Being able to discuss it with you will be even more fun."

"Michael I'm glad you feel that way. I wish you'd come home with me."

Shaking my head, I said, "I wish I could; but I can't, not yet."

"I understand. You still need time to process all of this and you're right, I need more time too." 

"We still have all day today, all day tomorrow and Sunday morning."

Jeanne nodded. "And I want to enjoy every minute of that time."

"Let's answer Ruth's email and then if I remember correctly, we were going to take a shower together. "

"That was the plan and after our shower I believe we were planning to do a little experimenting with oral sex."

"I'm quite certain you're correct. Let's write to Ruth."

"Okay."

I stood behind Jeanne while she typed.

"Dear Ruth

I did get here. Michael and I had a wonderful evening. We talked and fucked until well after midnight. This morning we're going to spend an hour or two investigating the joys of oral sex and then we're going sight seeing and shopping. Michael has offered to help me select some erotic art for my new playroom.

Michael and I were both pleased to hear about the new developments in your sexual fantasies and role playing. It sounds like you and David are having fun. 

We understand your concerns about taking your fantasies to the next level. Be cautious, take your time. You don't have to rush into anything. Thoroughly discuss each decision you make. I wish I'd spent more time talking to Michael before I started dating other men."

Keep us posted on what's happening.

Love 

Jeanne and Michael"

Jeanne asked, "How's that?"

"It's perfect, send it."

After sending the email Jeanne said, "Let's finish our coffee and rolls and then it will be time for our shower."

"I like this plan."

We took a long hot shower together. Jeanne washed me. I washed her. After drying each other we jumped into bed and started playing. We took turns going down on each other. We talked about what was pleasing and what wasn't. It was fun to be so open.

For a grand finale I licked Jeanne's ass while I rubbed her clit. After she orgasmed she licked my ass while she masturbated me to a climax. It was a wonderful way to start the day.

We spent the rest of the morning and the early afternoon shopping and sight seeing. In The Castro we found a number of shops selling a wide variety of erotica. While much of it was gay oriented there was also quite a bit of heterosexual art and jewelry. The merchants in The Castro didn't discriminate.

In one of the shops we found a anklet with a heart shaped charm that had the initials H W inscribed on it. I purchased it for Jeanne. As I was putting it on her I asked, "which ankle?" Jeanne and the shop clerk agreed that it should go on the her left ankle. That was generally accepted as a sign that she was available.

Once I'd fastened the anklet the clerk said, "I have another piece of jewelry that might interest you." He opened a display case behind the counter and took out a silver neck chain with a round silver pendant attached to it. He handed it to Jeanne. 

She looked at it. Smiling, she showed it to me. One side of the pendant had an engraved drawing of a pair of shapely female legs in nylon stockings The phrase; "I love it when she's naughty" was inscribed on the opposite side. 

Jeanne asked. "Would you wear this?"

I laughed, but then realizing that Jeanne was serious, I asked; "Can I wear it under my shirt?"

Obviously surprised that I'd even consider wearing it, Jeanne said; "Of course."

Shrugging, I said; "Sure, why not."

"Really?"

"If it's under my shirt the only people who'll see it will be people who understand." Still laughing I added. "Right now that's a pretty small group."

Giggling, Jeanne turned to the shop clerk and said, "We'll take it."

I handed him my credit card. As he was processing it Jeanne slipped the chain over my head. As she tucked the pendant under my shirt she whispered, "I am so hot right now."

I winked at her and then I turned to the clerk and signed the credit card slip.

In the next block we found a store that specialized in erotic art. Jeanne and I picked out several prints and arranged to have them framed and shipped home.

We spent the rest of the day sight seeing. That evening we had dinner at The Cliff House. 

After dinner Jeanne asked, "That golf course you like so much, does it have a parking lot?"

"It does."

"Is it dark and deserted?"

"Right now it is."

"Let's go there."

We drove to the golf course and parked in a dark corner of the lot. Jeanne pulled her seat forward and got out of my Escape. "Pull your seat all the way forward and get in the back seat with me."

Realizing what was about to happen I excitedly pulled the driver's seat forward and joined Jeanne in the back seat.

As soon as we were settled, she unbuttoned her blouse and whispered, "Unfasten my brassiere so you can play with my tits."

Slipping my hands under Jeanne's blouse; I reached behind her and unclasped her brassiere, freeing her large breasts. At the same time Jeanne unbuckled my belt, pulled down my zipper, opened my trousers and pulled my erect cock out of my boxer shorts.

As she bent over Jeanne said, "This is how I do it behind Brady's Pub." And then she slipped my cock into her mouth and started sucking me.

I closed my eyes and played with Jeanne's breasts while I imagined her in a dark parking lot behind a noisy pick up bar doing this same thing with a man she'd just met. At that moment I loved having a slut wife.

I was excited. It wasn't long before the sensations of pleasure began building in my loins. Sensing my growing excitement Jeanne sucked me even more vigorously. I gasped as my first spurt of semen erupted into Jeanne's mouth. She kept sucking me.

After I finished ejaculating Jeanne took my softening penis out her mouth and sat up. She smiled at me. Her lower lip was coated with my fresh semen. "I love sucking your cock. I wish I hadn't wasted all those years as an uptight prude."

Smiling back at her, I said; "You'll just have to make up for lost time." and then I kissed her. After we kissed I took out my handkerchief and wiped my cum off of both of your faces.

As I was putting my handkerchief away Jeanne said; "I'm still surprised that you're willing to do that."

"You mean kiss you when your lips are coated with my cum."

"Yes."

"It doesn't bother you, so it shouldn't bother me either."

"You really do have an open mind about sex."

Chuckling, I said; "It's the result of a life time spent reading quality pornography."

Jeanne laughed. "I wish I'd been reading it with you."

"I wish you had too."

For a moment we looked at each other wistfully and then I said; "Let's go back to the motel."

Grinning, Jeanne said; "Wanna fuck me when we get back there?"

"Damn right."

Jeanne opened her door. As she got out of the back seat she said, "Let's go. I've got an itch that needs serious scratching."

As soon as we were both settled in the front seats I started my Escape and drove out of the deserted golf course parking lot.

On the way back to the motel, Jeanne asked; "Did you enjoy that?"

"Very much, it's easy to understand why you enjoy going to Brady's"

"Does it bother you that I do that?"

I considered Jeanne's question for a moment and then I said; "Not really, after experiencing it I realize that it's pretty impersonal. It really is nothing more than lust in its purest form."

"I'm glad you feel that way."

"Want to know something else."

"Definitely."

"While you were doing it I was imagining you doing it to a strange man behind Brady's"

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Michael, that is so hot."

Taking a quick glance at Jeanne I smiled and said; "What can I say? At heart I'm a voyeur."

"And I'm a slut. The two kinks go together rather nicely, don't they."

"I'm beginning to realize that."

As soon as we got into our motel Jeanne said, "Take off your sports coat and sit down on the edge of the bed."

"Why?"

"Please, just humor me."

"Okay." I took off my sports jacket, hung it in the closet and then I sat on the edge of the bed.

Once I was settled Jeanne kneeled at my feet. As soon as she started removing my shoes and socks I knew what she was planning to do. Smiling up at me she said, "If you want me to do this with Trent you're going to have to let me do it for you first."

"I like this plan a lot." I was laughing.

After removing my shoes and socks Jeanne took off my trousers and boxer shorts. My cock was already erect again. She laid my trousers neatly across the desk and then she turned and said, "I don't have any music."

"That's okay, we can pretend."

Jeanne smiled and then she started swaying her hips to the beat of an imaginary song. Staring into my eyes, she slowly unbuttoned her black satin blouse and pulled it open exposing her black lace brassiere. After dancing with her blouse open for a few seconds she slipped it off of her shoulders, tossed it on the desk and continued dancing. Now she was wearing only her brassier, skirt, high heels and lingerie.

Enchanted, I watched. This was a voyeur's dream.

Lasciviously licking her lips, Jeanne reached behind her back and unclasped her brassiere. For a moment she held the cups in place while she danced for me and then slowly, tantalizingly she inched them off until her gorgeous breasts were fully exposed. 

For a moment Jeanne waved her brassiere above her head while she danced topless for me and then she tossed it across the room. As it landed on top of the dresser she reached down, grasped the hem of her skirt and began hiking it up her nylon stocking covered thighs. Once again she moved slowly, deliberately; her hips and her pendulous breasts swaying to the beat of the imaginary music.

I watched, but as I watched a thought crept into my mind. The previous evening I'd suggested to Jeanne that she do this for Trent Peters. A moment ago she told me that before she could do this for Trent she wanted to do it for me. My wife of twenty-seven years was planning to perform this same dance for another man. I was suddenly flooded with a myriad of emotions. Jealousy and hurt came first, but they were quickly overwhelmed by lust and what I could only call a form of voyeurism. I realized that knowing my wife would soon be doing this in front of another man made it even more exciting for me. 

For a brief moment I felt ashamed about my perverted attitude, but the utter thrill of what I was watching and thinking quickly vanquished my feelings of self-reproach. Instead I said, "Trent is going to love this."

Jeanne stopped and stared at me. After a moment she started to say, "Michael, I'm doing this for you, not..." But then she stopped herself. Noticing the unabashed lust in my eyes, she said; "That makes it more exciting for you, doesn't it?"

Shame started to worm its way back into my psyche. I looked away. Understanding how fragile I was Jeanne sat down next to me and whispered; "It's all right. This is who we are. I'm a slut and you're a voyeur. There's nothing to be ashamed about. In fact it makes us a perfect match for each other. We're both going to enjoy this new lifestyle."

Nodding, I said; "I know that, but it's still going to take time before I'm fully comfortable with these feelings."

"You have a life time of conditioning to overcome."




Awakenings Ch. 07



"I do."

"But you will be able to overcome your inhibitions just like I overcame mine." Jeanne quickly added; "Michael, when we're together I promise you that you're going to enjoy the best sex any man has ever experienced."

"I already am. This weekend has been fantastic."

"And it's still only Friday night."

Grinning, I said; "I know that."

"Do you want me to continue my dance?"

My confidence restored, I said; "Yes I do."

"Would like me to dance for you, or should I show you how I'm going to dance for Trent?"

Rattled by the directness of Jeanne's question, I grinned at her stupidly.

She giggled. "This is hard for you, isn't it."

I nodded.

In a soft, gentle voice Jeanne asked; "Would you like me to show you how I'm going to dance for Trent. It's okay, it's kinky, but so what? In fact I think that makes it even more fun."

Jeanne had been my soul mate for twenty-seven years. Despite everything that had recently happened I loved her and I would continue to love her for the rest of my life. She understood me. When I was down she knew how to raise my spirits. When I was feeling insecure she knew how to boost my confidence. 

Her soothing voice calmed me. I knew what I wanted and I also knew that I didn't need to be ashamed to admit it to this wonderful woman. Smiling, I said; "I'd like you to show me how you're going to dance for Trent."

Lasciviously licking my ear, Jeanne whispered; "Michael, you cannot believe how excited you just made me."

Jeanne stood and started moving to the beat of the imaginary music again. More excited than ever, I watched intently.

As she once again started inching her skirt up her thighs she said; "I'm going to tease him Michael. I'm going to try to drive him crazy with lust.

Staring at the hem of her skirt as it slowly moved up Jeanne's thighs, I said; "You're doing a good job of it."

Turning around Jeanne bent slightly at the waist. As she swayed her hips to the imaginary rhythm she pulled the hem of her skirt up over her rear exposing the gorgeous cheeks of her ass. She was wearing a black lace thong.

I stared.

"Do you think Trent will like my ass?"

"I'm sure he will."

"Do you think he'll want to fuck it?"

"Oh yes."

"Should I let him do it?" 

"Do you want him to do it?"

"You know I do."

"Then you should let him do it"

Jeanne pulled her skirt up to her waist and moved back so she was standing between my legs. Still swaying her hips, she said; "Pull my panties down, just to my thighs. I want to keep them on a little longer."

Breathless with excitement, I carefully pulled Jeanne's thong down her nylon stocking covered legs.

As soon as I was finished Jeanne said; "Michael, rub my cunt, rub my cunt while I dance for Trent."

Reaching between Jeanne's legs, I slipped my fingers into her sex. She was dripping wet. For a moment Jeanne let me rub her while she slowly swayed her hips, but then she suddenly stopped. Stepping away, she turned around so she was facing me.

Standing perfectly still, her large breasts fully exposed, her skirt bunched up around her waist, her panties down around her thighs, the lips of her shaved cunt glistening with the moisture of her arousal; Jeanne smiled at me and asked; "Why am I so excited Michael? Tell me."

Every bit as excited as Jeanne, I took a deep breath and answered; "Because you're thinking about the fun you're going to have with Trent Peters." As I said those words tiny pangs of jealousy pricked at my heart. They were overwhelmed by the excitement I was feeling, but they were there and they were unmistakeable.

Shaking her head, Jeanne said; "No, that's not why I'm this excited. Yes, I admit that playing with Trent Peters will be fun, but it will never be as much fun as playing kinky sex games with you. Michael, you're the man I love. You will always be my favorite playmate."

Once again Jeanne had demonstrated how well she knew and understood me. Her words vanquished the tiny pinpricks of jealousy that had been poking at my heart. Suddenly overwhelmed with love for this wonderful woman I grinned and said; "Thank you very much, I needed to hear that."

"I know. I'm sorry I've created a situation where you do need to hear that."

"That's okay, I'm enjoying this new life too and as long as you keep reassuring me I think we'll be all right."

"I will Michael, I promise to give you all the reassurance you need."

I smiled at Jeanne.

Smiling back, she said; "I still have a wet pussy. Got any ideas about what we might do about that?"

"I do, I have a really good idea. How would you like to sit on my face?"

Jeanne grinned; "Baby, that's an invitation the new Jeanne will never refuse. Lie back and make yourself comfortable. Your slut wife is going to go for a ride." Giggling with excitement, she took off her panties and skirt. 

While Jeanne was doing that I took off my shirt and lay back on the bed. Once I was settled she got on the bed, straddled my face and sat down; pressing her sopping pussy into my lips, cheeks and nose.

I started licking Jeanne. She cooed with delight and responded by rocking back and forth on my face. When she rocked forward I sucked on her clit and when she rocked back I licked her cunt and then her asshole. While I was doing that Jeanne pinched and pulled on her nipples. It was amazing. I felt like we were the main characters in an eighteenth century erotic epic.

We were both crazed with unbridled lust. As Jeanne rocked back and forth she ground her cunt and her ass into my face. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and tried to bury my tongue even deeper inside her. 

Jeanne started laughing. "Michael, this is fucking amazing. I never dreamed that sex could be this much fun!" And then she arched her back and screamed.

As she orgasmed, Jeanne's moisture flooded my face. Reveling in her arousal, I kissed her and licked her. I closed my eyes and passionately made out with her sex.

Gradually Jeanne's orgasm subsided. Once she regained her composure she slid back so she was straddling my chest and took several long slow breaths. I watched her. After a moment she smiled at me and asked; "Wanna fuck?"

The question and the way it had been posed was so incongruous with the old Jeanne that we both burst out laughing. Leaning down, Jeanne kissed me and said; "I guess I've changed." 

Still laughing, I said; "That would be the understatement of the year."

"It's fun, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it really is."

"So do you?"

"Damn right."

"Can I stay on top?"

"That's not what Trent would want."

"Right now I don't give a damn about Trent. At this moment I only care about what we want."

"I'd love it if you stayed on top."

Jeanne slid farther back and reached behind her. As she guided my erect penis into her cunt, she said; "You can play with my tits while we fuck. You like doing that, don't you."

I nodded.

Jeanne began rocking back and forth on my cock. I reached up and started fondling her nipples. 

"I enjoy being on top."

"I like it too."

"Tell me why? What do you like about it?"

"I can play with your tits and I can watch you."

"You really do like to watch, don't you."

"Yes I do."

"I glad." Jeanne closed her eyes. We fell into a slow easy rhythm.

As we fucked I watched Jeanne. All of her attention was focused on the pleasure we were creating for each other. She really had become a sensual woman. I marveled at the change. During the past year, my once prudish wife had evolved into a sexual lioness. 

Jeanne opened her eyes and saw me looking at her. "You're watching me."

"Yes I am. You've always been beautiful, but now you're also sensual."

"Do you like that?"

"Yes I do."

Closing her eyes again, Jeanne shifted her attention back to my cock. I watched as she rode me. After a moment she whispered; "Michael, I love to fuck, I really do. Is that okay?"

"It's not just okay, it's wonderful."

"I love fucking with you." 

"But you enjoy other men too."

Opening her eyes again, Jeanne looked at me and said; "I'm sorry, but I do. The variety is thrilling."

"I know."

"Michael, I really have become a slut."

"Does that ever make you unhappy?"

Jeanne stopped rocking on my cock. Sitting perfectly still, she considered my question. Finally she said; "I'm happy that I've learned to enjoy sex and being a slut is amazingly exciting. I love it. No, I'm not unhappy about that, but I am unhappy that I hurt you."

"While I'm over the hurt, I will admit that you're still causing me some stress."

"I'm sorry."

"Change causes stress, I think it's inevitable."

"Do you think this will turn out to be a good change for you?"

"It's looking pretty good right now."

"What about when I'm with someone else?."

"I think that has the potential to be good, but I'm not there yet. It's still going to take some time. Until I do get there, I suggest we try to live in the moment."

Grinning, Jeanne said; "I like that plan. I'm sorry I got all serious."

"We have to talk. It's essential if we're going to make this work."

"Even while we're fucking?" Jeanne was giggling.

"When you've got something to say you've gotta say it."

Still giggling, Jeanne said; "Well I said what I had to say and now I'm done. Let's start fucking again."

"I can do that."

"Wanna gallop?"

"When you're on top am I your horse?"

"Is that too kinky for you?"

Laughing, I said; "Too kinky? That doesn't even register on our kinky scale."

"So do you wanna?"

"Sure, why not." I paused for a moment and then I asked; "Isn't this going to be rammin and Jammin?"

"When I'm on top and warmed up rammin and Jammin is good."

"Apparently I need to read a manual."

"We don't have one, but we could write one."

"That would require extensive research and experimentation."

"We'd have to set aside some weekends for that purpose only."

"We'll need to sequester ourselves in a motel."

"It will be physically exhausting."

"That's true, but great achievements require intense effort."

Grinning at me, Jeanne said, "I'm up to the challenge, are you?"

"I am, but we'll need to train."

"This is a good opportunity."

"It is. Galloping would be a good training exercise, wouldn't it."

"It's recommended by some of the sports most prominent authorities."

"I didn't realize that this was a sanctioned sport."

"Oh yes, the governing agency is the international federated union of copulating couples."

"The IFUCC, yes I believe I've heard of it."

We'd both been trying to keep straight faces, but with that Jeanne broke and burst out laughing. I immediately joined her. We hugged and then Jeanne said; "Michael I love you so much."

"I know."

"Do you? Even after everything I've done?"

"Yeah, even then. Come on, let's gallop."

"Okay."

We did and it was amazing. Jeanne had two orgasms. The first time she came I tried to back off, but she didn't want a break. She just wanted to keep fucking. The second time she came we orgasmed together.

After a short recess, Jeanne went down on me and expertly raised another erection. We finished the evening with a session of anal sex. While we were doing it I couldn't stop picturing Trent Peters enjoying the same pleasure with Jeanne. The image did create some angst for me, but I had to admit that it also added to the excitement.

That night we both slept like babies. The next morning was Saturday. After showering together, we spent some time doing research for the oral sex chapter of our projected sex manual and then we dressed and went out for breakfast. 

After breakfast we drove north along the Pacific Coast Highway to The Point Reyes National Sea Shore. That night we had dinner at the sea food cafe. After dinner we returned to the motel and spent the rest of the evening making love. That day was just for us. We didn't talk about our problems. We didn't discuss other men. We simply enjoyed each other. It was a wonderful day.

Sunday morning Jeanne's plane left 10:00. It was a hour drive to the San Francisco Airport, so we had to leave the motel at 7:30. 

On the way to the airport Jeanne said; "Thanksgiving is in two weeks. The girls and I are going to miss you."

Nodding, I said; "I'm going to miss you too."

"Christmas will be even worse."

"We could spend Christmas together."

"What about the girls?"

"They could join us. We have over a month to make the plans."

"Could we really do that?"

"Why not? We have plenty of money."

"Where would you want to meet?"

"San Antonio, Texas is supposed to be a beautiful city."

"Isn't that where they have the riverwalk?"

"I believe it is."

"Michael, I would love to do that."

"I'd like it too."

"I'll call the girls as soon as I get home."

"Getting the time off work will probably be the biggest obstacle."

"The week between Christmas and New Years is never a very productive time for businesses. I'm sure that we'll all be able to take vacation days."

"What about Paul? Will he be spending the holidays with his family?"

"Paul doesn't spend time with his family. His parents divorced when he was four. Both of them remarried immediately and have families with their new spouses. His mother raised him, but he feels like his stepfather always viewed him as a burden. Apparently his father rarely made child support payments. He hasn't been home since he graduated from college."

"Paul should definitely spend Christmas with us in San Antonio."

"I'll tell Tricia that he's invited."

Moving on, I said; "The holidays are a busy time. We'll need to act quickly. Get me some dates. I'll make the hotel reservations and I'll have Ruth transfer some additional money to your account so you can buy the airline tickets. They're going to be expensive."

"Can we afford this?"

"I still have a few pools of money that I kept in reserve. It won't be a problem."

"Michael, this will be a wonderful Christmas."

"I think it will be too"

We pulled up to the departure level of the airport. Jeanne turned to me and said; "Michael, I'm going to miss you so much."

"I'm going to miss you too Jeanne, but we'll be together at Christmas."

"I'm already looking forward to it."

"Now you can call me and email me."

"That will help." Leaning over, Jeanne kissed me and then she got out of my Escape. I got out too. I took her bag out of the back and set it on the curb. Then I wrapped my arms around Jeanne and kissed her hard. 

She kissed me back and whispered; "Michael I love you so much."

"I know that Jeanne. I love you too."

Jeanne smiled at me and then she picked up her bag. After giving me one more kiss on the cheek she turned and walked into the airport. I watched her disappear into the terminal and then I got back into my Escape and left the airport. 

I drove back to my motel, packed up my gear and checked out. San Francisco had been fun, but now it was time to move on. 



Awakenings Ch. 08



This story is the eighth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous seven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own I strongly suggest that you find something else to read.

*****

That night I stayed at a Motel 6 outside of Palm Springs, California. There was a steak house near the motel. I had a small sirloin and a salad for dinner. After dinner I returned to my motel and logged on to the Internet. 

There was an email from Jeanne. I opened it.

"Dear Michael,

I am safely at home. Thank you for a wonderful weekend. 

As soon as I arrived home I called the girls and told them about our plans for Christmas. They're both excited and certain they can arrange the time off of work. Paul will be coming too.

If we can get the tickets we thought we would fly down on Christmas eve and return home on New Year's Day. Will that work for you? When I hear from you I'll make the airline reservations.

I miss you already. I love you so much. Thanksgiving is going to be lonely without you.

I'll call you at the end of the week.

Love Jeanne"

I wrote back

"Dear Jeanne,

Thank you for letting me know that you arrived safely at home. I would have worried.

I'm happy that the girls are excited about Christmas in San Antonio. My schedule is wide open so those dates are fine with me. Go ahead and buy the airline tickets. Because this will be the peak holiday traveling time the seats are going to be expensive, so why don't you fly first class. I'll call Ruth in the morning and have her transfer some extra money to your checking account. I'll try to make the hotel reservations tomorrow morning.

I had a wonderful weekend too. Thank you. 

Love 

Michael"

After sending the email I decided it was time to investigate the cuckold websites. I googled the word cuckold. I found several definitions, but then I saw an ad for a web site. I clicked on the link. It opened. You could be a member, but I quickly realized that you could read much of the content without joining. 

There was a story section. I opened it and found a full page of cuckold oriented stories. I started perusing them. They were all by amateur writers, some were more skillfully written than others. They also dealt with a wide range of fantasies. It was immediately obvious that Jeanne had been correct. For many men sexual domination seemed to be part of the cuckold fantasy. 

I skimmed several stories. While I didn't find the sexual domination and humiliation in them particularly appealing they were still interesting. They reinforced my growing belief that the sexual fantasies and practices of consenting adults are nobody else's business. The site also showed the number of times each story had been viewed. The numbers were in the thousands. Clearly, there were a large number of people who were at least curious about the cuckold fantasy.

It was after midnight when I finally shut off my computer and went to sleep.

The next morning I drove south to Tucson, Arizona. I arrived in the middle of the afternoon. It was Monday, November 19th. The sun was shining and the temperature was 84 degrees. As I parked in front of a Motel 6 I decided that Tucson would be my home for the next month.

After checking into the motel and unloading my gear I I decided to do a little exploring. About a mile from my motel I found two municipal golf courses and a driving range. I also found a steak house, several interesting looking Mexican restaurants and an IHOP. I had everything I needed.

On the way back to my motel I passed a bar, Danny's Lounge. A neon sign above the door caught my attention. In simple block letters it read; "Exotic Dancers Monday through Saturday noon to 2:00 AM".

I'm a voyeur. I love looking at naked women. Prior to marrying Jeanne I regularly enjoyed strip clubs. Marriage, manhood and concern about my standing in the community caused me to abandon that pleasure. Other than a couple of stag parties, I hadn't set foot inside a strip club since Jeanne and I got engaged.

Out of habit I continued driving, but I wanted to stop. For the past twenty-seven years every time I passed a strip club I've wanted to stop. I didn't, not even once. I always resisted the temptation. 

Now as I drove back to my motel I asked myself why I didn't stop. I didn't have a reasonable answer for that question. Loyalty to my wife? She was regularly giving blow jobs to men she met at Brady's Pub. Concern about what people might think? I was almost two thousand miles away from home. The opinion of my daughters? They were both avowed devotees of free love and I'd just learned that my oldest daughter was a dominatrx. 

Unable to think of a single valid reasons not to stop I turned right at the next corner and circled back to Danny's Lounge. It was four o'clock in the afternoon. There were maybe a dozen cars in the parking lot. Excited, I parked and walked into the bar.  

Inside I was greeted by a large, broad shouldered young man who looked like he could have played linebacker in the NFL. "I'm sorry, I have to pat you down."

Surprised, I asked; "Are you worried about weapons?"

Shaking his head he answered; "Nah, cell phone cameras; the girls don't want to end up on You Tube."

I laughed. "Okay, I left my phone in the car."

After giving my pockets a quick pat, he said; "Go on in and have a good time."

"Is there a cover charge."

"Only on Friday and Saturday nights after 5:00."

"All right." I went into the bar. It was dark. I took a moment to let my eyes get used to the lack of light and then I surveyed the place. On the left side of the room two young women and five men were sitting at a horse shoe shaped bar. 

A stage filled the center of the room. The stage was actually two adjacent ovals. The first stage had a stripper pole. A young blonde wearing only a G string was twirling around the pole.

There was a small wooden chair on the stage nearest to me. A young black girl, also wearing only a g string was sitting on the chair. Her legs were spread wide. She was lasciviously rubbing her cunt. A middle aged man was standing next to the stage in front of her. He was holding a five dollar bill.

There were about two dozen small round tables surrounding the stage. Each table had two or three chairs. Six of the tables were occupied by lone middle aged men. Four of the men had young women sitting in their laps. The other two were watching the girls on the two stages.

The outer walls of the bar were lined with brown vinyl couches separated by end tables. Four men, all middle aged were discreetly spaced on the couches getting lap dances.

In the far left corner of the bar there was a glass door. Above the door a neon sign read, "VIP Room".

I found a table and sat down. As soon as I was seated a young woman in a short skirt and skimpy blouse carrying a tray came over to me and asked; "What can I get you to drink?"

"How about a Diet Coke."

"Is Pepsi okay?"

"It'll be just fine."

"I'll be right back."

She hurried off to the bar. A moment later a slender young blonde approached me. She couldn't have been older than twenty. She said, "Hi sweetie, my name is Candy. Would you like some company?"

Candy was a pretty girl, but I had two daughters older than she was. Shaking my head, I said; "Thank you, but I think I'll just watch for a little while."

Smiling, she said; "Okay, if you change your mind give me a wave."

"I'll do that."

She walked away. A moment later the waitress returned with my Pepsi. Actually it was two Pepsis. As she set them on my table she said; "It's happy hour, they're two for one. That will be six dollars."

I smiled. 

She shrugged. "You didn't have to pay a cover."

My dad taught me that the first time you go to a new hotel or restaurant it pays to spread a little money around. Smiling, I said; "You're absolutely right." I handed her a twenty dollar bill and said; "The change is for you."

Grinning, the waitress gave me back a ten and four ones and then she lifted her skirt. She pulled the crotch of her thong out exposing her shaved pussy and said; "Nice guys get to put their tips in here."

As I folded the bills and slipped them behind the crotch of her panties, I said; "Clearly it pays to be nice."

She kissed my cheek and whispered; "Honey in this place that's very true." And then she added; "We have several women here who love middle aged men. I'll make sure one of them stops to see you."

Behind me a voice said; "Connie, I'm already here."

Connie smiled. "This is Chantel. She'll take very good care of you."

I turned. Chantel was a tall slender black woman. Her smooth skin was the shade of rich coffee laced with cream. Her long hair reddish brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She wore a white lace brassiere that barely contained her large breasts and a matching white lace skirt that couldn't have been more than six inches long.

I gawked.

Smiling, Chantel said; "You like my outfit."

"Very much."

"You told Candy that you just wanted to watch for a little while, but I'm wondering if you might prefer the company of an older woman."

"I have two daughters older than Candy."

"A man of principle, I like that. May I join you?"

"Please do."

Chantel walked around my table so that she was standing in front of me. "May I sit on your lap?"

"Of course."

Grinning, Chantel sat down and put her arm around my shoulder. Her large brassiere covered breasts were now inches from my face. "You have me at a disadvantage. Connie told you that my name is Chantel, but I don't know your name."

"My name is Michael."

"Michael? Not Mike?"

"I prefer Michael."

"Actually I do too."

I smiled.

Chantel said; "So Michael, can I interest you in a dance?" As she asked, she leaned over and rubbed her large breasts in my face.

Chuckling, I asked; "How much does a dance cost?"

"Ten dollars here and fifteen dollars if we move to one of the couches."

"Let's move to the couches."

Standing up, Chantel picked up my two Diet Pepsis. 

I said, "One is enough." and then I started to walk towards the closest couch. It was near the entrance. 

Chantel said; "Michael."

I stopped and turned.

As she set one of the Diet Pepsis back on the table, she said; "Let's go to the couches on the far wall." She nodded towards a man in a sports jacket standing by the bar. "Do you see that man over there?"

"Yes."

"His job is to make sure that nothing overt happens in here. We can have fun, but we have to be discreet. The couches near the entrance are well lit and closely scrutinized." Chantel leaned over and whispered, "That's where we take the guys who are drunk."

Smiling, I said; "I understand. Let's go to the couches on the back wall."

"What a good idea." Chantel took my hand with her free hand and led me to our couch.

I sat down. Chantel set my drink down on the end table to my left and sat down on the couch next to me. Laying her hand on my thigh, she said; "Let's wait for the next song." And then slipping her hand inside my thigh, Chantel asked; "Michael, do you live in Tucson?"

Realizing that I was being vetted, I answered; "No, in fact I just got here today."

"Really? Are you here on business?"

"No, I guess you could say that I'm on a combination sightseeing and golf tour of the United States."

"How are you managing that? You're not old enough to be retired."

"I'm an accountant. I have my own business."

"And you can afford to leave it?"

"I have good assistants."

Smiling, Chantel said; "You're a lucky man. What about your wife? You told me that you have two grown daughters. How does she feel about this trip you're taking?"

"We're having some differences right now."

"Is that why you're taking this trip?"

"Yes."

Chantel slipped her hand over to my cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. Apparently I'd passed the test. Leaning over she nuzzled my neck and whispered; "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to pry. I just need to know who you are."

"I understand."

"Are you ready for your dance?"

"Yes."

Standing up, Chantel reached behind her back and unfastened her brassiere. After tossing it on the end table she climbed on top of me and pressed her naked breasts into my face. At the same time she picked up my hands. Placing them on her body she said; "I like you Michael. You can touch me anywhere, anywhere at all."

And then the dance started. Chantel rubbed her breasts in my face. I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and kissed and licked it. She reached between my legs and caressed my cock and balls. It was already the most amazing lap dance I'd ever imagined, but then Chantel climbed up so she was standing on the couch straddling me. She raised the hem of her short skirt. She was wearing a white lace thong. Pulling it aside, she said; "Look at my pretty black pussy. Do you like it baby?"

"Very much."

Giggling, Chantel slid off of me and kneeled between my legs. Cupping my erect cock between her hands, she leaned over and rubbed her lips and nose against it.

I gasped. My erection was covered by my pants, but it still felt good.

Winking at me she asked; "Do you like that baby?"

"Very much."

Chantel pulled herself up on to the couch. Sitting next to me, she laid her hand on my now very erect cock. As she slowly massaged it, she whispered; "I liked it too."

Grinning, I said; "You're really good at this."

"You're a nice guy. Nice guys get my best effort."

"This one appreciates it."

"I like you Michael."

"I like you too Chantel." I paused.

Chantel looked at me. After a moment she said; "Michael you want to ask me something, don't you."

I nodded.

She smiled. "I love shy men. Do you want to know about the VIP room?"

"Yes."

"You have to pay the bar twenty dollars to get in, but that covers you until we close tonight."

I nodded.

"And dances are twenty-five dollars each."

"Okay."

Giggling Chantel said; "That not what you wanted to know, is it."

Feeling a little chagrined, I shook my head.

"Michael, you really are a gem. Okay, these are my personal rules. I won't let you fuck me and I won't let you put your finger in my cunt or my ass. I have to have a pretty good understanding with a guy before I'll let him do any of those things to me."

"That makes sense."

"But there are still a lot of fun things we can do. The man in the sports jacket never comes into the VIP room. "Would you like to try it?"

"Yes, I think I would."

Chantel stood up. Picking up her brassiere and my Diet Pepsi, she said; "Let's go." She started walking towards the VIP room. 

I stood up and followed her. As we passed the bar Chantel caught the waitresses eye. She hurried over to us.

Stopping, Chantel turned to me and said; "Give Connie twenty dollars."

I took out my money clip, peeled off a twenty dollar bill and then added another five. As I handed it to Connie she said to Chantel; "Your new friend is a generous man."

"He is and you know how much I enjoy rewarding generosity." Chantel was grinning.

Connie winked at me. "You're going to have a very good time."

I smiled.

"Come on baby." Chantel opened the door to the VIP room, grabbed my hand and tugged me inside. 

The room was about the size of a living room in a moderately priced house. It was furnished with eight couches and end tables similar to the couches and end tables that ringed the bar room. 

Chantel led me to the couch in the far corner of the room. "I like this one, it's private."

"Okay."

As soon as we sat down I took out my money clip and peeled off ten twenty dollar bills. Handing them to Chantel, I said; "This should be enough to cover the dance we just had in the other room, several dances in here and a nice tip."

Chantel took the bills. As she put them in a small wallet she was carrying, she said; "This will cover more than that."

"My intention was to give you enough so that for a little while at least, we wouldn't have to worry about money."

Staring at me, Chantel said; "Michael you're a very interesting man. I like you." She laughed, "Suddenly I feel like I'd like to return your money and give you a freebie."

Shaking my head, I said; "No, don't do that."

"You're turning a freebie down?"

"Yeah, I guess I am. Chantel, while it's fun to pretend otherwise; this is business transaction. You provide a service and I'm buying it. You happen to be a nice person so this transaction is turning out to be a lot of fun for me."

"It's turning out to be a lot of fun for both of us."

"I believe you and that makes me happy."

Chantel smiled.

Smiling back, I said; "Think about this. Imagine that you're an architect and I hired you to design a house for me. While we're working on the design we become friends. Should I expect you to return your fee?"

Shaking her head, Chantel said, "No, of course not."

"I agree, but maybe after we finish the design we might have a cup of coffee together."

"Michael are you asking me out?"

"I'm not that presumptuous, but I am wondering if after we're finished you might be willing to sit at a table with me for a few minutes and just talk."

"I'd like that very much."

While we were talking Chantel had been busily untucking my shirt. Leaning over, she brushed her lips along my neck and whispered, "It's time to play." At the same time I felt her hand slip under my shirt. Her roving fingers quickly found my left nipple. She gave it a little tweak.

I gasped.

Giggling, she asked; "Do you like that baby?"

Breathless with excitement, I nodded.

"Let's try the other one."

As Chantel moved her hand to my other nipple she brushed the chain for my new pendant, the pendant Jeanne and I had just purchased at the sex shop in San Francisco. 

She paused for a moment and then she asked, "Michael are you wearing a religious medal?" 

Embarrassed I groped for an answer.

While I was thinking Chantel said; "That's really none of my business. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry."

Suddenly I realized that I didn't need to hide anything from this woman. It was highly unlikely that she would be judgmental about either Jeanne's adventurous behavior or my growing acceptance of it. If it turned out that she was it was unlikely that I'd ever see her again.

Smiling I said, "It's okay, you can ask me anything. If I don't want to answer a question I'll tell you."

"I like that Michael. You can do the same thing with me." She paused for a moment and then she added; "But can I ask for a favor?"

"Of course."

"Please don't ask me how I got into this business. That question feels so judgmental to me."

"I won't, I promise." 

"Thank you."

"Besides, it would be awfully hypocritical for me to get judgmental about your profession. After all, I am here enjoying your services."

Grinning, Chantel said; "Michael the more I get to know you the more I like you."

"I like you too Chantel."

"I'm glad."

"It's not a religious medal. It's a silver pendant with an inscription on it. My wife and I bought it this past weekend in San Francisco."

"You were with your wife last weekend?"

"Yes."

"You told me you were having difficulties. That's why you're traveling."

"That's true, but last weekend Jeanne flew to San Francisco so she could see me. She's trying to repair the rift."

"What does the pendant say?

I pulled it out from under my shirt, slipped the chain over my head and handed it to Chantel. "You can read it yourself."

While the VIP room wasn't dark it wasn't well lit either. Chantel held the pendant up close to her eyes. After a moment she said; "It says, 'I love it when she's naughty.' Michael what does that mean? What does your wife do that's naughty?" She looked at me for a moment and then she asked; "Michael do you like to spank your wife?"




Awakenings Ch. 08



Taking a deep breath I said; "Chantel, Jeanne likes to be naughty with other men."

"And you're okay with that? I mean it says here, 'I love it when she's naughty'."

Sighing, I looked away.

Suddenly Chantel shook her head and said; "Of course, now I get it. This is the cause of the rift. This is why you're traveling."

I nodded.

"But you were willing to see her this weekend. She's trying to repair the rift, but you bought this pendant. She's still not giving up the other men."

"She offered to do that, but I know that isn't what she wants."

"You're afraid that she's going to cheat on you."

"No, I'm afraid that she's going to grow to resent me."

"Because you're keeping her from doing what she really wants to do."

"Yes."

"And you don't want to divorce her."

"Jeanne's the love of my life."

"So you're trying to learn to accept her infidelity."

Sighing, I said; "There's more to it than that."

"Tell me."

I took a moment to gather my courage and then I said; "When I think about Jeanne with other men I get excited."

"And that's hard for you to accept, isn't it."

"Yeah."

"Michael, you really are a lovely man."

"What makes you say that?"

"I've known a lot of men. More than you can probably imagine. I'm quite certain that most of them would feel the same excitement you're feeling, but they'd be ashamed about those feelings."

"But that's exactly..."

"Yes, I understand. You're trying to cope with feelings of shame too, but Michael you're actually trying to cope with those feelings. Most men would adopt a facade of false bravado. They'd kick the love of their life to the curb. They might even do her physical harm and the only reason they'd be doing it is to protect their fragile egos. You're actually trying to work out a compromise solution that meets the needs of both you and your wife. Baby, I'm beginning to realize that you are a truly magnificent man."

"I'm a cuckold."

"That's only an ugly word if you make it an ugly word."

"Chantel, I don't know."

Chantel slipped the chain and pendant over my head. After tucking the pendant back under my shirt she said; "Baby lie back and close your eyes. It's time for Chantel to weave her magic."

I smiled, but I didn't move. I was too tense. The conversation about Jeanne had raised all of my insecurities and fears.

"Lie back and close your eyes. Don't argue with me." Chantel's voice was soft and soothing. At that moment she reminded me of Jeanne.

I closed my eyes, lay back and tried to relax. I felt Chantel unzipping my trousers. 

She whispered, "Michael I want to see your cock. Can I take it out?"

"Won't that get you into trouble?"

"I know how to be discreet."

"Okay, you can take it out." I chuckled. "Hell, I'd love it if you took it out."

I felt Chantel slip her hand inside my trousers. She wrapped her fingers around my partially erect penis and then it was free.

"Michael you have a magnificent cock. I love it."

"It's not very big."

"It's big enough. Baby only fools equate size with quality. Wiser people understand that a small serving of fine chocolate mousse can be much more pleasurable than a huge dish of cheap ice cream. Michael you're a beautiful man with a beautiful cock. It is so very desireable."

I smiled. Chantel knew exactly what to say to make a man feel good about himself.

Chantel stroked me for a moment. When I was fully erect she slipped my cock back into my trousers and pulled herself up on the couch. Straddling me she stood up and raised the hem of her short white lace skirt. Her shaved cunt was inches from my face. "Michael, I'm going to suck your cock, but first I want you to eat me. Will you do that? Will you lick Chantel's pretty black pussy."

"Is that a choice here?"

"For you it is."

"I would love to do it. Why don't you sit down."

"No baby, we have to do it like this. That way if someone comes in I can pretend that I'm doing a lap dance for you."

"More like a face dance." I was grinning.

Chantel laughed. "That's true, but it would be a lot harder to explain why I was sitting on the couch and you were kneeling between my legs with your face buried in my cunt."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Are you ready?"

"Oh yes."

Placing her hands behind my head, Chantel pulled my face into her cunt. As she did that she said; "I love a man who enjoys giving head to a woman."

She was wet, very wet. I kissed her and then for the first time in over twenty-seven years I licked a woman other than Jeanne. At first I felt guilty, but then I remembered that it was likely that tonight or tomorrow night Jeanne would go to Brady's Pub. She'd meet a man there. They'd flirt and dance with each other for a little while and then they'd go out to his car where Jeanne would give him a blow job while he played with her tits.

I gave Chantel's cunt a long slow kiss and then I found her engorged clitoris, sucked it into mouth and started flicking it with my tongue.

She gasped. "Michael, that feels wonderful. Where the fuck did you learn to do that? I thought only women did that."

Placing my hands on Chantel's full round ass I pulled her even more tightly to my face and continued sucking and flicking her clit.

Suddenly Chantel pushed me away and stepped off of the couch. "Michael that feels really good, but if I let you keep doing it you're going to make me cum. I'm a screamer. We can't do that in here."

Chuckling, I said; "Okay, I understand."

"We really can't. I'll get in trouble." Chantel was just a little bit indignant.

"I told you that I understand, but I do have to point out that when you're miffed you're really quite attractive." I was still chuckling.

Rolling her eyes, Chantel said; "Would you please be serious."

"If you insist."

Shaking her head, Chantel said; "Michael you really can be a frustrating man, but I have to admit that it makes you ever so intriguing."

I shrugged. "I get it from my dad."

"Shut up and lie back. I'm going to suck your cock and I don't want to hear a peep out of you while I'm doing it."

"Yes ma'am."

"That's much better."

We grinned at each other. I was beginning to really like Chantel and I sensed that she liked me too.

Chantel positioned herself between my legs and took my cock back out of my pants. Looking up at me, she asked; "Do you have a handkerchief?"

"Yes."

"Give it to me. I won't let you cum in my mouth and I don't want you to make a mess on your pants."

I took my handkerchief out of my back pocket. As I handed it to Chantel, she said; "When you feel yourself getting ready to cum give me a heads up."

"I will."

Chantel put my cock in her mouth and started sucking me. She was good, very good. That was to be expected. She was a pro. What did surprise me was that Jeanne was just as good. In the three short months I'd been away from home my wife had learned how to give a professional caliber blow job.

What surprised me even more was the realization that it didn't bother me. In fact it not only didn't bother me, I found it exciting. I was beginning to understand that I enjoyed having a hot wife.

The amazing sensations that Chantel was creating with her mouth, tongue and hands combined with my illicit but thrilling thoughts about my hot wife to quickly bring me to the brink of orgasm. As I felt the warm sensations building in my loins I whispered, "Chantel I'm about to cum."

Smiling she took my cock out of her mouth, covered it with my handkerchief and looked up at me. Lasciviously staring into my eyes she slowly pumped the shaft of my erection. "Cum for me baby. Do it."

I did and it was wonderful. Chantel continued pumping my cock while I ejaculated into the handkerchief. When she finally felt my erection beginning to soften she cleaned me with the handkerchief, folded it neatly and laid it on the couch next to me. Then she put my flaccid penis back in my pants. 

As she zipped me up she asked; "Did you enjoy that baby?"

"It was wonderful. You're very skilled."

Laughing, Chantel said; "That wasn't the first blow job I've ever given."

"I kind of figured that."

"It's fun to do it for someone I like."

I smiled. 

Suddenly Chantel turned towards the bar room and listened. I watched her. 

After a moment she turned to me and said; "Michael, I'm sorry; that's my song. I'm supposed to be on the stage." She stood up and found her thong and brassiere. After quickly putting them on she said; "Baby please wait for me. I only have to dance for two songs." And then she grabbed her shoes and hurried out of the VIP room.

I sat back on the couch and took a deep breath. While the past hour had been unbelievably exciting it had also been intense. A brief respite was welcome. 

I was just starting to relax when the door to the VIP room opened and a tall slender blonde walked in. She was dressed in skin tight jeans and a white crop top that barely concealed her large breasts. She was wearing high heeled sandals. I noticed a tattoo on her right ankle. I looked at it. It was a bird, a song bird.

She walked directly over to me and said; "Hi Michael, I'm Simone. Chantel asked me to take care of you while she's dancing." She extended her hand. "Come on, let's go find a table and watch her."

I took Simone's hand. As she pulled me to my feet she noticed the folded handkerchief on the couch next to me. Picking it up, she said; "We'd better take this with us. We wouldn't want people to get the wrong idea about what you and Chantel were doing in here." 

And then she led me out of the VIP room.

We sat down at a table next to the stage. Chantel was still on her first song. They played long songs at Danny's Lounge. When you bought a lap dance you got your money's worth.

We watched. After a moment Simone said, "She's really good. She's a much better dancer than I am." Turning to me she quickly added; "I don't mean to imply that I'm bad. I'm not. I'm just saying that Chantel is very good."

"Are you a dancer too?"

Smiling, Simone said; "Yes." She paused for a moment and then she shook her head and said; "I'm sorry, of course your confused. I'm wearing street clothes. Yes, I'm a dancer too, but my shift just ended. I've already changed. Chantel's shift will be over as soon as she's finished dancing and then she'll change into her street clothes too."

"I'm sorry, I didn't understand. I should be leaving. I'm sure you'll both want to go home." I stood up. 

Simone reached out and gently grabbed my arm. "No baby please don't leave. Chantel really likes you. She asked me to keep you here until she's finished dancing and changing her clothes."

"Are you sure? I don't want to impose."

Smiling, Simone said; "I'm beginning to see why Chantel finds you so attractive. Michael, you're not imposing. Chantel wants to get to know you. Frankly, now I do too."

"You're sure?" 

"Yes, I'm very sure."

"Okay." I sat down again. 

As soon as I was settled I said; "I don't understand. Why does your shift end so early? Men are just getting off work. I would think that this place is about to get a lot busier and you're leaving."

"You're right, it is; but our clientele are all at home now."

"I still don't understand."

"Michael, Tucson is an unusual city. While it does have some industry, it doesn't have a lot. What it does have is an air force base, the University of Arizona and a beautiful climate. The climate draws people who are retired. Tucson is a retirement community."

"Okay."

"You're absolutely right, Danny's is about to fill up with young guys getting off work, guys from the air force base and college students. Mostly they come to have a few beers and watch the girls on the stage. They can't afford to buy very many lap dances. Usually they'll buy one just before they leave. Since they've been drinking they're generally a little handy. Chantel and I don't mind if a guy feels us up while were doing a lap dance, but we don't want him trying to finger fuck us."

I smiled. 

Simone nodded towards a girl in her early twenties who was talking to a young man three tables away from us. "When those guys do buy a dance, they usually buy it from one of the girls her age."

"I see."

"Danny's opens at 11:30. In most cities you won't find many strip clubs that open that early. In Tucson it pays. Starting at 11:30 we get a steady stream of retired men looking for a little discreet fun. They're polite, they have money and they're looking for women who are a little more mature. Those men are our clientele. By four o'clock they're all on their way home to have dinner with their wives. That's why Chantel and I always end our shift at five."

"Okay, now I understand."

Chantel's second song ended. She picked up her brassiere and a few one dollar bills that had been left on the stage for her and walked over to our table. "I see the two of you have met."

Simone said; "Yes we have. I just explained to Michael why we work here."

Looking at me, Chantel said; "Really."

I nodded.

She said; "Are you interested in having dinner with two strippers who cater to the geriatric set?"

Grinning, I said; "I can't think of anything that would make me happier."

"I'll go change my clothes. I'll be back in ten minutes. Don't talk about anything interesting while I'm gone." Chantel turned and hurried to the dressing room.

As soon as she was gone Simone said; "I guess that limits our conversation."

Shaking my head, I said; "Not really, I'm an accountant. As a group were considered to be extraordinarily dull."

Simone laughed. "Michael, you're not living up to your profession's reputation."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"It was meant as one."

"I gather that you and Chantel are friends."

"We're moving into an area of conversation that might be considered interesting."

"Let's risk it."

"Okay, we're close friends, very close friends. We're actually talking about going to one of the states that allow gay marriage so we can make our bond legal." Simone stared at me.

Not knowing exactly what to say, I smiled. 

Simone said; "Does that shock you?"

"No it doesn't, but it does make me wonder why you're sitting here with me."

"Michael, we don't dislike men. It's just that neither of us has ever been able to have a successful relationship with one."

I smiled.

Simone smiled back and said; "We actually both love the equipment you were born with, it's just that we've had too many relationships with men who turned out to be assholes. A serious relationship is based on trust and Chantel is the only person I've ever been able to trust."

"This sounds like an interesting conversation."

I turned. Chantel was standing behind me. She was now dressed in a pair of skin tight western jeans, a cowboy belt and a chambray western shirt tied off just below her large breasts.

Simone said, "Michael asked about the extent of our friendship. I answered him truthfully"

"As you should." Turning to me, Chantel asked; "Would you like to have dinner with a couple of dykes?"

"Dyke's, that's kind of a harsh word; but yes I would love to have dinner with the two of you."

Chantel looked at Simone. "Bobby's?"

"That's a long drive for him."

They both turned to me. Simone said; "Bobby's is our favorite restaurant. It' a barbecue place. The food is wonderful, but it's in Catalina. That's about a thirty minute drive north of here."

Shrugging, I said; "That's all right with me. It'll give me a chance to see more of the city."

"Let's go." Chantel turned and walked towards the door.

Laughing as we stood up to follow her, Simone said; "That girl loves barbecue."

In the parking lot Chantel said; "Amy you ride with Michael. We don't want him to get lost."

Simone answered, "That's a good idea Mel."

I looked at them. "Amy? Mel?"

Chantel laughed. "I guess it's time for proper introductions. Michael, I'm Melody Adams, but everyone calls me Mel." She gestured towards Simone. "And this is Amy Cooper."

"Amy, Mel it's nice to meet you; I'm Michael Nolan."

Amy said; "So Michael Nolan, which of these fine automobiles belongs to you? I'm just as hungry as Mel."

"The silver Escape."

"Let's go. Mel, we'll follow you."

Mel got into a red Jeep Cherokee. An older model, it was an SUV that's become a classic. It was in immaculate condition. Amy and I got into my Escape and followed her out of the parking lot.

The trip was fun. As we drove Amy provided me with a running narrative about Tucson. 

We crossed the Rillito. To me it looked like a dry river bed, but Amy told me that during the monsoon rains in August and again during the mountain snow melt in March it actually was a river.

After we crossed the Rillito we drove up into the foothills of the Santa Catalina Mountains. Amy explained that Tucson was ringed by five mountain ranges; the Santa Ritas in the south, the Rincons in the east, the Tucson Mountains in the west, the Santa Catalinas in the north and in the northwest the Tortilita Mountains.

We drove west along the southern edge of the Santa Catalinas Mountains until we reached a street called Oracle. There we turned north and drove along the western edge of Pusch Ridge. Pusch Ridge was a ragged backbone of steep rock that formed the southwest corner of the Santa Catalinas.

After passing through a suburb called Oro Valley we entered what looked like a sleepy little ranch town. This was Catalina. While there was the traditional feed store and hardware store, just south of the town we'd passed a new super market and a new chain drug store. Clearly Catalina was now more than a sleepy little ranch town. I also noticed at least six restaurants. I found it particularly interesting that all of their parking lots were full.

Amy said, "That's Bobby's Barbecue ahead on the right."

Bobby's was a rustic looking concrete block building that was clearly a holdover from the days when Catalina really was a sleepy ranch town. Mel was already turning into the nearly full parking lot. She found two open spots along the side of the building. She took one, we parked next to her. 

As we walked to the restaurant door I asked; "How does this little town support all of these restaurants?"

Mel said, "Catalina is surrounded by several large retirement housing developments."

"I see."

We entered the restaurant and were immediately greeted by the hostess. She was an attractive woman in her early forties. "Hi Mel. Hi Amy. Who's your handsome friend?"

"Becky, this is Michael Nolan. Michael this is our good friend Becky Raymond."

Becky asked, "Are you here for dinner or are you just stopping for a beer?"

Amy said; "We're here for dinner."

"Follow me, I have an open booth."

As we followed Becky to our booth Mel said; "It's Monday. If it was Thursday, Friday or Saturday we'd have to wait in the bar for at least a half hour before we could get a booth."

When we reached our booth Becky laid three menus on the table and said, "Do you want your usual from the bar?"

Mel looked at me and asked; "Michael, do you drink beer?"

"I love beer."

Amy grinned. "Our kind of guy."

Mel turned back to Becky, "Yes Becky, please bring us our usual."

Becky left for the bar.

"Amy you can sit with Michael. I got to play with him all afternoon."

Amy slid into the booth. As I slid in next to her I asked; "Are you planning to molest me during dinner?"

She placed her hand on my crotch and gave my penis a firm squeeze. "Damn right."

Laughing, I said; "This is going to be an interesting meal."

Leering at me, Mel said; "Michael honey, this is just the beginning of what I hope is going to turn out to be a very interesting evening."

I was trying to think of a witty response when a girl who was maybe twenty or twenty-one showed up with a pitcher of beer and three frosted mugs. 




Awakenings Ch. 08



As she set them on the table Mel said; "Hi Maggie." 

Smiling, Maggie said; "Hi Mel, Hi Amy; who's your friend?"

"Maggie, this is Michael Nolan. Michael this is Maggie Reynolds."

"Hi Maggie, nice to meet you."

"Hi Michael, nice to meet you too."

Mel asked; "Maggie is Dexter Porter treating you good?"

"He is. He bought me a ring. He gave it to me Saturday night. We're engaged." Beaming with pride, Maggie held out her left hand and showed us her new diamond engagement ring.

Nodding her approval Mel said, "That's a beautiful ring. Dexter must have gotten that job with Donleavy Construction."

"He did and now he's saving as much money as he possibly can. I am too. We want to be able to buy a house."

Amy asked; "Have you set a date for the wedding?"

Shaking her head, Maggie said; "We're going to wait for at least a year and when we do get married I think we'll just go to a justice of the peace. Weddings are expensive. We'd both rather spend the money on a house."

Mel said; "That's smart."

Turning to me, Amy asked; "Michael, would you mind if we ordered for you? We know what's good here."

"Not at all."

Turning back to Maggie, Amy said; "We'll have an order of pulled pork, an order of beef brisket and an order of ribs. For sides we'll have creamed corn and beans."

Maggie asked, "Do you want tortillas or Texas toast?"

Mel and Amy both looked at me. I shrugged.

Amy said; "Bring us tortillas."

Maggie left to turn in our order. As soon as she was gone Mel started pouring beer. "They have Dos Equis lager on tap here."

"We like the food, but I think we might like the beer even more." Amy was grinning.

Once she finished filling the three mugs Mel pushed one towards me and another one towards Amy. Then she picked up her own mug and held it out. "To our new friend."

Amy and I picked up our mugs. Holding mine out, I said; "To my new friends."

The three of us clinked our mugs together and drank. The beer was cold and tasted good. 

As we set our mugs down, Amy said; "You know this is the first time we've ever done this."

I looked at her with a puzzled expression. 

She explained. "I mean go out with a guy we met at the club."

Nodding, I said; "Okay." And then I asked; "Why me? I'm just a middle aged accountant."

Shaking her head, Mel said; "No Michael, you are a truly fascinating man."

"Why?"

"Lots of reasons, but I think the way you're coping with what your wife is doing might be the most compelling."

Amy said, "I haven't heard much about this. Will you tell me what happened?"

"Okay, but it's kind of a long story."

Mel said; "Bobby's is open until 2:00 AM."

"All right." I told them the story, the entire story. They both listened with rapt attention. When our food arrived I continued talking while we ate. Occasionally one of them asked a question. They were both curious about the observations Jennifer Rawlins had made that night in The Cosmopolitan Lounge. They also prodded me for every detail about the weekend I'd just spent with Jeanne in San Francisco.

When I was finished Amy looked at Mel and said; "Now I understand why you were so eager to get to know Michael better."

Mel said; "He's an interesting man, isn't he."

"Yes he is."

"Would one of you please explain why this situation I'm in makes me such an interesting man?"

Amy said, "Michael it's not the situation, it's the way you're responding to it. You're actually listening to Jeanne. You're trying to understand. You're making an effort to find a way to stay together. Most men would have kicked Jeanne to the curb. Some of them would have slapped her around first. What was it you said when you talked about her dating that Trent guy? Oh yes, you told us that you realized that if Trent fucked Jeanne in the ass it really wouldn't diminish you as a man at all. Michael, that is an amazingly insightful statement. I've already fallen madly in love with you."

"I have too." Mel was smiling.

"You're both embarrassing me."

Laughing, Mel said; "Tough titty cuckboy."

"What?"

Amy kissed my cheek and said; "She's just teasing you. You should be flattered. Mel only teases people she likes."

"That's right." Mel was still smiling.

I smiled back at her. There was a moment of silence and then I said; "Okay, I told you my story in detail. Now I think it's only fair for you to tell me yours. I want you to hear how the two of you met."

Staring at me, Mel said; "That's pretty close to asking me why I became a stripper."

"Okay, you're right, but I ask you this question. Do you really believe I'm going to judge you?"

Shaking her head, Mel said; "No Michael, I don't."

Amy said, "Mel, it's a fair question. I'll start. When you feel comfortable you can join in."

"Okay."

Amy thought for a moment and then she said; "I was born in Kansas City, Missouri. While I've never met my father I know he was rich. My mother told me about him. His father owned several car dealerships in Kansas City. He dated my mother during the summer after they graduated from high school. My mom was attracted to his wealth. He drove a fancy sports car, wore expensive clothes, bought my mom expensive presents and took her to fancy restaurants. He was looking for an easy piece of ass. My mom gave it to him. By the end of the summer she was pregnant."

Picking up the pitcher, Amy poured the remaining beer into our three mugs.

I asked, "Do we need another pitcher?"

Mel said. "Fuck yes, we might need four or five more."

Amy and I both smiled.

Maggie was standing next to the cash register talking to Becky. I called, "Maggie" and held up the empty pitcher. She nodded and hurried into the bar.

Amy took a sip of her beer and continued. "When my dad's dad found out that my mom was pregnant he went nuts. He was afraid that his son's life was going to be ruined. First they tried to persuade my mom to get an abortion. She was Catholic, so that was out of the question. Realizing that plan wasn't going to work they decided to try to buy their way out of the problem. There was a lot of negotiating. They finally reached an agreement. They paid my mother fifty thousand dollars and found her a job as a cocktail waitress in Eau Claire, Wisconsin. In exchange she agreed to absolve my father of any paternity responsibilities."

Maggie brought the fresh pitcher of beer. I filled our three mugs.

Amy continued. "The fifty thousand dollars covered the hospital costs for my birth and left my mom with a nice down payment on a town house in Eau Claire. After that she was on her own. She dated lots of men, but none of them were interested in assuming the responsibility of raising another man's child. My mom was a good mother, but she was barely getting by. After I graduated from high school she made it clear that while she would always love me, I was now on my own. I loved to dance and I thought I was good at it. My dream was to become a professional dancer, so that June I took a Greyhound bus to Las Vegas. I was going to be a chorus girl."

Amy took a long sip of her beer and then she looked at Mel. "You're turn."

Closing her eyes, Mel took a deep breath and started. "I was born on Chicago's south side. I've never met my father either. My mother didn't even know his full name. Everyone called him Andre, that was all she ever knew. She met him at a party. She was eighteen. He was older, a lot older. He flashed a little money and did some smooth talking. They left the party together. He took her to a couple of clubs and then he fucked her in the back seat of his car. Six weeks later she realized that she was pregnant."

I nodded. 

Mel continued. "Five years after I was born my mom actually met a nice guy. They got married and had two boys together. He took care of me and treated me good, but I wasn't his kid. When I turned eighteen it was time to go. I had the same dream Amy had. I wanted to be a dancer and I did the same thing she did. I took a Greyhound bus to Las Vegas"

Amy said, "We met at an audition for a new show they were putting together for Caesar's Palace. There were four openings in the chorus. There must have been three hundred girls there. Mel and I were seated next to each other. We had to wait all day for our opportunity to dance. That gave us a lot of time to talk. When it was finally our turn we each got one minute to perform. After we were finished they just said next. We were ushered out of the room without any comments.

Shaking her head, Mel said; "We were pretty disappointed, but we'd spent the day talking and we'd become friends. I had a tiny apartment. My step dad was sending me a little money. Amy was living in kind of an unusual situation so I invited her to stay with me."

"I was living with a middle aged black jack dealer. He worked at one of the downtown casinos. He fed me and let me stay in his apartment. In exchange I gave him a blow job every day before he went to work."

I said, "That must have been difficult."

"No it really wasn't. He was a sweet guy." Amy paused for a moment and then she said; "Michael, I love giving head. I always have. I first realized it while I was still in high school." She laughed. "My senior year I was pretty popular. Like I said; Vince, that was the black jack dealers name, was a sweet guy. I enjoyed sucking him off and he taught me how to give a top notch blow job. The problem was that I'd lived with him for a couple of months. We were getting tired of each other. When Mel offered to let me stay at her place I jumped at it. Vince and I remained friends. Mel got to know him too. I still call him every couple of weeks."

Mel said, "Actually, Vince was responsible for our first real break. Like Amy just said, I got to know Vince too. We used to go over to his place for lunch. He'd feed us and we'd take turns sucking his cock. It was what you could call a mutually beneficial relationship."

I smiled. 

Continuing, Mel said; "It had been over a month since we'd even had an audition. Both of us were working as night shift maids at one of the casino hotels and we hated it. We wanted to be dancers. We were having lunch with Vince. He could tell we were both pretty down so he told us he might be able to help us out. He had a friend who ran a no alcohol strip club. We were both so naive that he had to explain what that meant. In Vegas they control the strip clubs through their liquor licenses. If a club wants to serve alchohol the girls have to keep their panties on. If a club is willing to sell only soft takes the girls can be totally nude."

Nodding, I said; "Vince was offering to get you jobs dancing in a totally nude club."

Amy said; "That's right."

"I gather you took him up on his offer."

Mel said; "We didn't even have to think about it. Clean hotel rooms at night or flash our coochies while we danced in front of a room full of horny guys. Amy and I are both exhibitionists. The choice was easy."

"Vince called his friend. Mel and I met him at his club an hour later for an audition. Michael, it was a crazy place. You actually had to walk through a sex shop to get into the club."

"What was the audition like?"

Amy answered. "He took us into the club. It didn't open until five. It was about the size of two large living rooms. In the center of the room there was a raised round stage about eight feet in diameter. The stage was surrounded by two rows of padded chairs. They looked like the chairs that would come with a fancy dining room set. Altogether there were forty of them. There were also ten love seats placed along the back walls of the club."

I said, "Those were for lap dances."

Amy and Mel both nodded.

Amy continued. "There was a hallway on the left side of the club. We later learned that it led to the dancer's dressing room. There were lockers in there so we could lock up our street clothes and valuables. There were also two makeup tables with mirrors and several comfortable chairs. On the right side of the club there was a small bar with a refrigerator. The refrigerator was filled with soft drinks. There was another hallway next to the bar . We later learned that it led to the private booths."

"What were the private booths?"

Mel said, "We'll explain that in a minute."

Continuing, Amy said; "Jack, that was the owner's name, put on some music. We both did a strip for him. Once we were naked he had us sit on chairs on the stage with our legs spread while he talked to us. He wasn't being a creep, he was making sure that we weren't shy about flashing our stuff. He explained that we wouldn't get paid. In fact we would actually have to pay him fifty dollars a night for the privilege of dancing in the club."

Shaking her head, Mel said; "We thought he was joking. We were ready to get dressed and walk out."

Amy said, "We were, but he quickly explained that while we would get some tips while we were dancing, the real money was in lap dances. They cost thirty dollars a piece and on an average night we could expect to do ten to twenty of them. After the first fifty dollars we got to keep all of that money."

Mel chuckled. "We immediately changed our minds about leaving. It would have taken us almost two weeks to make that much money cleaning hotel rooms."

Smiling, Amy said; "Jack hired us and told us that we could start the next night. We were excited, but we did have one little problem. Neither of us had ever given a lap dance. When Jack heard that he made both of us give him one. He gave us some pointers and suggested that we spend a little time practicing on each other. Mel asked him what we needed for clothing. He suggested short skirts and low cut blouses. He explained that the old term strip tease was still pertinent. Guys like to think they're getting to see something they're not supposed to see, especially at the beginning of the dance."

Mel said; "Michael we were so excited. We went straight back to our apartment, pulled out all the clothes we had and started mixing and matching them to make costumes. Once we had some costumes we started choreographing dances for each other. That was so much fun."

Amy nodded. "It was, we were two eighteen year old girls laughing and giggling while we performed for each other."

"And then we started doing lap dances." Giggling, Mel said; "That was weird."

Smiling at Mel, Amy said; "But it was fun too. You do remember how it ended, don't you."

"Of course I do. How could I forget it. That was the first time we went down on each other."

"And we both had orgasms"

"God did we ever."

Amy reached over and placed her hand on my cock. "Michael, you're hard. Does hearing about two women making love turn you on? Would you like to watch?"

I gasped.

Mel said; "I think we can take that as a big yes. I'm wondering if it's not time to go home for a little dessert."

Shaking my head, I said; "Not until I've heard the end of your story."

Laughing, Amy said; "What else do you want to know?"

"I want to hear about your first night at the club and I'm really curious about the private booths."

Mel stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Michael, you really are a voyeur, aren't you."

Suddenly embarrassed, I stared at the floor.

Gently rubbing my thigh, Amy said; "Baby you don't have anything to be ashamed about. There nothing wrong with a little voyeurism. Mel and I are both ardent exhibitionists. We love men like you."

"We also don't believe in judging people. You don't either. That's one of the reasons we like you so much." Mel picked up the pitcher and divided the remaining beer between our three mugs. "We'll tell you the rest of the story while we finish our beer."

Amy took a sip of her beer. As she set her mug down she said; "The next morning we went to see Vince. We wanted to thank him, but we were also excited about dancing that night and we wanted to share our excitement with him."

Mel said, "We modeled our costumes for him and performed the strip numbers that we'd choreographed for each other."

"And then we both did a long slow lap dance for him. He loved it" Amy was smiling at the memory.

Nodding, Mel said; "We finished by giving him a tandem blow job."

"A tandem blow job? You mean you both sucked him at the same time? How do you do that."

Amy gave my cock a firm squeeze and said; "After we finish here, we're going to our house. When we get there we'll show you."

I gasped. Both women giggled. 

"But first we have to finish the story." Amy was grinning at me. 

"Okay."

She continued. "That night was amazing. We were both so excited when we got to the club. Jack met us. When we showed him our costumes he told us that the guys were going to love us. Then he introduced us to the woman who would be our mentor. Her name was Ginger. She'd been at the club since it opened three years earlier. She was a lot older than we were, maybe thirty or thirty-five."

Mel said, "She was very nice and a wonderful mentor. She took us to the dressing room, gave us each a locker and warned us to be careful to lock up our valuables. She said that some of the girls weren't too honest. Vince had told us to bring combination locks so we were prepared."

I said, "Vince turned out to be a pretty good friend."

Smiling, Amy said; "He still is. Twice a year we go to Vegas just to see him."

Mel said, "He also comes down here and stays with us a couple of times a year. "

Getting us back on track, Amy said; "Anyway, we put on our first costumes. While we were checking our makeup Ginger told us that we shouldn't use our real names. We needed stage names. That's when I became Simone."

"And I became Chantel." 

Amy continued the story. "Once we were ready we went out into the club. It opened at 6:00, but there were only two guys there. That was actually okay. It gave us a chance to get used to dancing on the stage."

Shaking her head, Mel said; "For the first few hours it was pretty dull. I was afraid that we weren't going to make any money, but then about nine o'clock guys started to show up. Apparently most men who come to Vegas like to begin their evenings in the casinos. They tend to end their evenings in the strip clubs. By ten the place was full. Michael, we really are exhibitionist. You can't imagine how thrilling it was for us to dance totally naked in front of a crowd of cheering guys."

"I'll bet it was exciting. Did you get to do many lap dances?"

Amy said, "Lots of them. The guys loved us. By the end of the evening we'd both done over twenty."

"That's right and that night we were also introduced to the private booths."

"Tell me about them."

Grinning, Mel said; "They were pretty interesting."

Laughing, Amy agreed; "They really were."

"Tell me."

Mel said; "Okay. It was about 11:30. I'd just done three straight lap dances for a guy. When we finished the third one he asked me if we could have a party in one of the private booths. I explained that it was my first night and I didn't know anything about them, but I'd ask Ginger. Ginger was sitting with a guy. They were just talking so I went over and told her that I needed to ask her a question. She told me to go ahead. I told her that the gentleman I was with wanted to party with me in a private booth. Ginger immediately turned to her gentleman and excused herself. After explaining that she'd be right back she went to my gentleman and told him that we needed a minute. Then she led me to the door leading to the private booths and opened it."

"I'd just finished doing a lap dance when I saw Mel and Ginger going to that door. I was curious so I hurried over to them."

Mel said, "As soon as we saw Amy Ginger said, Good now I can show you both at the same time. She opened the door. There was a carpeted hallway. On the right side of the hall there were six more doors. Ginger told us that those doors led to the customer's side of the six private booths. She closed that door and led us to a door behind the soft drink bar. Neither of us had noticed it. She opened it and went inside. We followed her. We were in a hallway similar to the one the customers used only the doors were on the left side of this hallway. Ginger opened the first door. We looked inside. The booth was about four feet by four feet. There was a window three feet by three feet in the wall opposite the door. The customer's side of the booth was on the other side of the window. It was also about four feet by four feet. Each half of the booth had a chair just like the chairs in the club. Our side of the booth also had a small padded foot stool directly beneath the window. I also noticed that the bottom of the window was padded. Oh and here's the crucial bit of information. There wasn't any glass in the window."




Awakenings Ch. 08



Amazed, I said; "There wasn't any glass in the windows. Then what was the point of having a dividing wall?"

Amy said, "After we'd worked at the club for awhile we asked Jack that same question. This is what he told us. Nevada has counties that have legal prostitution. Clark County, the county where Las Vegas is located, does not; but nobody is actually morally opposed to prostitution. They just want it to be discreet. There was a time when working girls openly plied their trade in the casinos. Once the casino owners decided they wanted to create a more family friendly image for Las Vegas, they realized that they had to get the girl's out of the casinos and off the streets. They didn't actually want to get rid of the sex trade, they just wanted it to go underground. Jack couldn't put small sex booths in the back of his club without worrying about a zealous newspaper reporter labeling his club as a brothel. By dividing the booths in half with a wall, albeit a wall with an open window, he clouded the issue just enough to avoid a scandal; a scandal no one really wanted."

Shaking my head, I said; "It's convoluted, but I have to admit that it makes sense. 

Mel shrugged. "That's what we thought too."

"So what did you do in those booths?"

Amy said; "Okay, this was the routine. Ginger laid it out for us that night and we followed it the entire time we worked at the club. If I guy wanted to have a party in one of the private booths he had to buy a ticket at the soft drink bar. A ticket cost twenty dollars. The girl at the soft drink bar would assign us a booth. I'd go to my side and he'd go to his. Once we were inside I informed him that a basic dance cost forty dollars and he was free to do anything he felt like doing while he watched me perform."

"You were telling him that it was okay for him to take out his cock and masturbate while he watched you."

Nodding, Amy said; "That's exactly what we were telling him."

Mel said, "We also suggested that if he was interested the dance could be enhanced."

"How did that work?"

"How we suggested it took a bit of careful diplomacy."

Laughing, Mel said; "It certainly did. When I was eighteen it took every fuckin bit of diplomacy that I had. When you grow up on the south side of Chicago learning to be subtle isn't exactly your first priority."

Chuckling at the frankness of her friend's comment, Amy said; "Finding a discreet way to present the menu was our responsibility."

Shaking her head, Mel said; "That's just what you'd expect to hear from a white woman who grew up in Wisconsin."

All three of us burst out laughing.

Amy took a moment to regain her composure. She was only partially successful. Still giggling, she said; "May I now describe the menu to our friend?"

"Go for it." Mel was grinning

"For the basic forty dollar dance we'd sit in our chair with our panties off and our legs spread and masturbate while the guy did the same thing in his chair. For ten dollars more we'd take off our shoes and rest our feet on the padded window sill while we masturbated. The guy was welcome to massage our feet. For an additional ten dollars he could kiss and lick our feet while we masturbated for him. Believe me, those were two very popular options."

Chuckling, Mel said, "You're damn right about that. There were nights when I nearly had my toes sucked off. It seems to me like nobody wants to fuck anymore. Guys want to kiss and lick my feet, then they want to lick my ass. When they're finished doing that they want me to sit on their faces and twist their nipples." She looked at me and said; "Michael Nolan you may remember that we did all of that in the VIP room this afternoon."

"I didn't lick your ass."

"You're right, but the night is still young."

"Is that a promise?"

"Damn right sweetie."

Rolling her eyes while she laughed Amy said; "May I please continue?"

In her most polite tone of voice, Mel said; "Please do."

"For an extra fifty dollars we'd give a guy a hand job and for a hundred dollars we'd kneel on the foot stool and suck his cock."

Both Mel and Amy stared at me. They were trying to gauge my reaction to what they'd just divulged. 

Trying very hard to avoid sounding judgmental, I asked; "Did you do very many private booth parties?"

Mel said, "Usually only one or two in a night, but they were generally very lucrative."

Amy nodded. "When a guy bought a ticket for a booth he wanted to get his money's worth. Usually he'd buy a couple of dances and finish with a hand job or a blow job. We'd make a hundred to two hundred dollars in less than a half hour."

Chuckling, I asked, "How many hotel rooms would you have to clean to make that much money?"

They both laughed. Mel said; "Too many."

There was a brief pause and then Amy said; "There's more."

Mel looked at her. 

Amy said; "We both like Michael. Let's trust him."

Nodding, Mel said; "You're right, go ahead. Tell him everything."

Amy turned to me. "Just before closing on our second night at the club a guy who'd just bought three lap dances asked me if I'd like to have breakfast with him in his hotel room. While I was now giving hundred dollar blow jobs to men I'd never met, I was still a naive eighteen year old girl from Wisconsin. Thinking that he was really inviting me to have breakfast with him I politely declined. Later, in the dressing room I told Ginger about it. She laughed and told me that he was propositioning me."

Chuckling, Mel said; "I was there too. Amy asked her what she meant. Ginger explained that the guy didn't really want to have breakfast with her it was just a subtle way of asking if she'd be willing to go to his hotel room for sex, paid sex. She then explained that cute eighteen year olds like us could charge four hundred dollars for a one hour session. We were both totally amazed."

Amy said; "Michael, we both loved sex. We weren't being exploited. We were having fun. We loved dancing nude, we loved doing lap dances and we loved giving blow jobs in the private booths. The club was the best thing that ever happened to us."

Mel continued, "Two nights later a man in his mid thirties asked me that same question, would I like to have breakfast with him in his hotel room? I told him that when I got to his room I'd need four hundred dollars to cover the cab fare and I could only stay for an hour. That was what Ginger had told us to say. He said okay, and gave me his hotel and room number. After the club closed I took a cab to his hotel. On the way I had the cab driver stop at an all-night drug store so I could buy some condoms. When I got to his room he gave me an envelope that had four hundred dollars in it. I did a little strip tease for him and then I sucked his cock and let him fuck me. It was fun and I made four hundred dollars."

Amy said, "When she got home she was ecstatic. We both were. A week earlier we were broke. Suddenly we were rich and all we had to do was have sex, which we both loved. The next night I went to a guy's hotel room and the following Saturday night we both had breakfast dates."

Mel said, "We thought life couldn't get any better, but it did. Three weeks after we started working at the club one of the other dancers approached us. She told us that she'd noticed that we were doing breakfast dates and wanted to know if we might be interested in an opportunity to get more dates like that. We told her that we were interested and wanted to hear more. She explained that she knew a woman who ran a service. She could get us as many dates as we wanted. She'd charge us a hundred dollars per date, but the dancer assured us that we could both get five hundred dollars an hour. I wanted to say yes immediately, but Amy was cautious. We took the woman's name and telephone number and told the dancer to tell the woman that we needed a day or two to think about it. The dancer understood. She assured us that the woman was legit and told us to check her out."

Amy said; "I'd heard horror stories about pimps. I wanted to make sure we weren't getting into an ugly situation. That night after the club closed we asked Ginger about the woman. Ginger was married, so she generally limited herself to dancing at the club and private booth parties. Occasionally she'd do a breakfast date, but not very often. She made enough money working at the club and preferred to go home to her husband. She did tell us that she's heard about the woman and everything she'd heard was positive. 

Mel continued the story. "The next morning we went over to see Vince. We told him about the woman. He told us that he'd check her out. The following morning he called us and told us that the woman was legit. She had an excellent reputation. She used hotel bell men to get the dates. They got fifty dollars for every contact who booked a date. Apparently her biggest problem was finding enough quality girls to keep up with the demand."

Amy said; "That afternoon we called Janice, that was the woman's name. We met with her the next morning. She had a small office in a building just off the strip. We talked. She explained how the system worked and then she asked us if we were interested. We started the next day. We worked days so we could continue dancing at the club at night. Jack and Ginger had both been nice to us. We were popular at the club and we didn't want to let them down."

Mel said, "We did four dates a day and cleared four hundred dollars a date. Between the dates and what we were making at the club we were both earning over two thousand dollars a day."

Shaking my head, I said; "It sounds like it was a grueling schedule."

Nodding, Amy said; "It was. We kept it up for two years. We took Sundays off. That helped a little bit. We moved to a larger apartment and hired a cleaning service. That helped too. We also both bought Honda Accords. Having cars made our lives easier. We still took cabs to our dates. When you're not a hotel guest parking on the strip is difficult. 

I said, "If I'm understanding the situation correctly, you were both making over a half million dollars a year and you were being very conservative with your spending. While I think it's admirable, I have to say that it's rare for two young girls to be that sensible with money."

Mel smiled. "That was Vince's influence. He urged us to spend enough to be comfortable, but to try to keep from squandering our money."

"That was sage advice." I paused for a moment and then I said, "I'm not sure I understand why you kept working at the club. Escorting was clearly much more lucra..." Stopping in mid-sentence, I shook my head and said; "Of course, I should be ashamed of myself. I'm an accountant. The club gave you a means of support that you could report to the IRS."

Amy nodded. "That's right. We also enjoyed working there. We did cut back on our time at the club, but we worked the peak late night hours, so we were still making three to four thousand dollars a week there."

I smiled. "That's a pretty good part time job. So how long did you continue working as escorts?"

Mel said, "We worked in Vegas for sixteen years."

"And then you retired."

Mel and Amy looked at each other. For a moment neither of them spoke. Finally Mel said; "Michael we're not retired. We're still working girls." 

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 reason 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 reason 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 Tucson 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 solves 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.




Awakenings Ch. 08



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. Your 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 as 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 drugs, 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 reasonable possibility."

Nodding, Amy said, "That's right. Jeanne 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 person 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 reason 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 reason to be ashamed about it."

Amy cupped my balls with her hand. Giving them a gentle squeeze she said, "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 dissonance, 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 already 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.

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 incredible, 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 incredible. 

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 other's breasts and then they moved into a sixty-nine position and licked each other to one last orgasm while I watched. It was an unbelievably exciting way to end an amazing evening.

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



Awakenings Ch. 09



This story is the ninth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous eight episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

*****

I awoke the next morning alone in the bed. Sitting up, I looked around. Slowly I remembered where I was. I noticed that my clothes were neatly folded 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 drinking coffee. 

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

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

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

I nodded.

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

"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 room."

"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 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 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 reason we live in Catalina."

"It really is beautiful."

"We love to come out here in the morning and drink 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 it's time for breakfast."

As soon as we walked into the kitchen Mel said, "Sit down, everything's ready."

Three places were now set at the kitchen table. In the center of the table there was a bowl of scrambled eggs, a platter of crisp bacon and a plate with a stack of whole wheat toast. There was also a pitcher of orange juice, a dish of butter, a jar of strawberry 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 pussies. 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 did nothing but eat. 

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 Tucson?"

"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 Tucson 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, we're 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.

"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."

She 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."

"You're right, we'd better check the book." There was a tone of 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. She 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 sleeping 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." 

"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?"

"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 gentleman 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."

"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 was setting 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."

Shaking her head, 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, but 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 occasionally let a guy fuck you in the butt."

"I do, but he has to pay extra for the privilege and he has to use a lot of lube. I wonder if the Greeks used olive oil for butt lube? I'll bet they did." Mel winked at me. 

I smiled. I couldn't help myself. I really did like these two women.

Rolling her eyes, Amy said, "Shouldn't you be leaving for the cottage? You don't want to keep Bob Devers 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 want 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 a car 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 Tucson. 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 front porch. Amy sat down in one of them. 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, but of course that wasn't possible. Eventually the realities of life always seem to find a way to interrupt 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 moved slowly. It passed us and continued down the road towards Isabel and Juan's house and the cottage beyond.

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 in. 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.

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.




Awakenings Ch. 09



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 skill 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 a very 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 person. 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 daughters 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 personality, earns a huge income, 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 it isn't very likely."

"I think 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 children."

"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 she'll cheat."

"She's exactly right. Amy and I have the same problem, but it's magnified because we're prostitutes. 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."

"That's 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 abused when we were children 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 most people would consider me an amazing man. I'm certain 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 drink 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 reasonable."

"Because it is reasonable. 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. Personally, 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 incredibly exciting. I envy Jeanne. I wish I knew about a place like Brady's Pub in Tucson. 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 reasons we're in the profession; but when were 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 person 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.

"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 person 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." 

As I was moving my chair Mel pulled her chair around so it was facing me. "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 personal 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 revealed my burning lust.

Laughing, Mel reached down and pulled me up. 

I smiled at her, my face glistening with her moisture. "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. Jacking 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 I 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."

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."

"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 each other anymore I suggest we sit in tight triangle."

Amy said; "Good idea Mel." 

I agreed too. It seemed like a perfectly reasonable suggestion.

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. Amy said, "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 gratification. I followed their lead and slowly stroked myself while I watched their fingers deftly massage their slippery 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's always 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 began to pant.

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

Suddenly Mel arched her back and emitted a blood 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 already beginning to move again. 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. 




Awakenings Ch. 09



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

Squeezing hard, I slowly and deliberately stroked 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 rose about a foot, formed an arc and landed on the towel in front of me. Another spurt, not quite as high followed the first and then another one 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 were 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 explain."

"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 reason 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 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."

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



Awakenings Ch. 10



This story is the tenth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous nine episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

*****

Amy and I put the furniture back in place. After we finished I walked out to my Escape and brought my bags up to the guest bedroom. I'd be sleeping with Amy and Mel, but since there wasn't any spare storage 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 said, "You look fabulous."

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

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

Shaking her head, Mel said, "Sorry baby, at this moment this 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 lessons 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, 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, now it's Amy's turn. She's a cuckold too."

I stood up and stepped away. 

Dropping to her knees behind Mel, Amy said, "I think this may have to become a regular ritual in this house." She spread Mel's cheeks and kissed her ass.

Giggling, 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. After all, you're a cuckold too."

Mel gave me a wink and said, "I'm am and I'm proud of the title. It means I love my sweetheart enough to let her enjoy all the pleasures life has to offer."

I grinned at Mel.

Amy was grinning too, but then she glanced at the clock on the wall. It was ten minutes to one. Suddenly serious, she said, "Mel honey, 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."

Sighing, Mel said, "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.

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

"A few little luxuries can make going to work much easier."

"That's exactly how we feel."

Glancing towards the road leading to Mel and Amy's property, I noticed a plume of dust in the distance. I watched. After a moment a car came into view. I turned to Amy. "I think Mark Raymond is arriving."

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

We both watched. The car came closer. I could see that it was dark green BMW sedan. I said, "You're clients drive nice cars."

"They're 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 upstairs to the guest room, started my laptop computer and entered the Internet access code. 

Once I was logged on 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. 

Momentarily setting her Kindle down, Amy looked up at me and said, "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 blood."

Amy laughed. "I'd love to lie out here naked, 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 they're getting to see something they're not supposed to see. Tan lines help create that illusion."

"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."

"I try." 

Amy smiled. "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 enamored with you."

I shrugged.

Still smiling, 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."

"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 a lot."

"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 lesson number three, or is it four or maybe even five. I'm losing track."

"Let's go with three."

"Okay, cuckold lesson 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 reason and only one reason, 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 the previous afternoon.

I opened it.

"Michael,

The office is running well. Jason 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're 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 personal 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 was going out with just 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 me. He's now certain that after experiencing a man like Nick Granger I could never be satisfied with his tiny cock. Nick's big cock was exciting, 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 an amazing 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 the sex Nick and I enjoyed.

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 also afraid of 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 is pushing me to try it. While I have to admit that I want to do it too, I'm scared. I love David so much. I can't bear the thought of doing something that might 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.

Noticing my sudden disquiet, Amy set her Kindle down and asked, "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 interpersonal 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 violation of Ruth's trust, but I quickly realized 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 did end up meeting 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 you both 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 runs my accounting office."

"She's your secretary."

"No, Ruth is a lot more than that. She actually runs the office."

"Okay."

"She's also my friend. Ruth and I confide in each other. She knew about everything that was happening. The Saturday before I began my trip I was meeting with an elderly 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. Since 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."

"You must have been noticeably upset."

"I was. Charles talked with me in private. 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 what Edith was doing, he actually enjoyed it."

"Michael, you're not alone."

"No, I'm not. That's becoming abundantly clear."

"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." Amy was smiling. It wasn't a sarcastic smile.

That made me smile. I continued. "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."

"Okay, how does that relate to Ruth and her husband?"

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

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

"Sarcasm?"

"Sorry, I couldn't resist." 

We both laughed.

I said, "Ruth and Jeanne have been friends for years. I suspect 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 can now assure you 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."

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

"This has the potential to be 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. They watched it in their bedroom. Ruth said 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's 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 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, so 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. After she was finished she said, "Oh my." And then she looked at me and said, "Micheal, I can see why you're perplexed. This is a complicated situation."

I nodded. 

Shaking her head, Amy added, "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid we're going to have to table any further discussion until this evening. I need to get ready for my three o'clock date. I'd also like to include Mel."

"I would too." 

"This afternoon while she's cooking dinner would you please 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 have 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."




Awakenings Ch. 10



"I can't wait." 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 reason. For them it's a form of masochism. Licking a black woman's ass is the ultimate humiliation. When they do it they're not worshiping Mel, they're denigrating her."

Understanding, 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 trials of our profession and 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."

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 fully exposed. A heavy layer of mascara and eyeshadow darkened her eyes and her lips were painted with a deep crimson 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, or 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?"

Mel said, "Hell yes." Now all three of us were laughing.

Leaning forward, Amy rested her hands on the back of one of the patio table chairs and stuck out her rear. Mel got down on 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 puckered hole. As I kissed her I pushed my tongue into her. 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 laughing. 

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."

Kissing my cheek, Amy said, "I think you're fun too."

I smiled. 

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." She 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 when the sun is setting the Catalina mountains turn a beautiful shade of pink. When that happens the three of us want to be sitting on the veranda sipping our 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 will. All I have to do is make sure Jim Michael's 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 highly unlikely event that it's not okay, call Amy and say these words; It doesn't look right. 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 probable cause. Our plan is to try very hard not to give it to them."

"What if they wait fifteen minutes and then raid the cottage."

"Once the sex starts it gets messy for them. We can cry 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 might 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."

"He would be, wouldn't he."

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 liquor 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 liquor and they all have a nice selection of wines."

Mel went up to the bedroom to shower and change clothes. 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 inside.

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 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 man 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.

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



Awakenings Ch. 11



This story is the eleventh episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous ten episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

*****

Sitting on the porch slowly rocking in my chair, 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 she had. I closed my eyes and imagined Trent on top of Jeanne. He was pushing his big cock in and out of her slippery cunt while she cried with delight. I felt my cock stirring. I couldn't deny that the image aroused me.

I didn't know how to cope that reaction. Years of social conditioning were telling me that it was wrong. A real man should never be excited by the mental picture 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 years of conditioning were proving to be difficult to shed.

Jeanne had been able to overcome her lifelong conditioning. During the previous weekend in San Francisco she'd managed to convince me that for her the other men were nothing more than recreational sex. She loved only me. I was and would continue 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 didn't think it was likely, I was beginning to understand that it might not necessarily be a threat to our marriage. 

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 shouldn't she entertain a boyfriend in the guest bedroom while I watched football in the den. Instead of drinking 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 still loved me and I could still trust that love implicitly. 

I needed to call Jeanne. I wanted to call Jeanne. I wondered 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 I'd have to tell her about Amy and Mel. I suspected 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 was reasonably certain 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 had a sudden concern. What if Jeanne decided to stop at Brady's on her way home from work. When I call she might 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 realized that it really wasn't a serious concern. If it happens I'll tell Jeanne to have a good time and call me when she gets home.

As I thought more about that possible situation I realized that I actually hoped it would happen. Talking to Jeanne while she's with another man would be exciting. 

I closed my eyes and imagined Jeanne and another man in the back seat of his car. Jeanne's blouse is unbuttoned. Her unfastened brassiere is hanging loose. The man's belt and pants are open. His erect cock is sticking straight up. Jeanne is bent over sucking him. He's fondling her breasts. When her cell phone rings Jeanne sits up, excuses herself and answers it. While she talks to me Jeanne continues stroking her playmate's cock and he continues toying with her nipples."

"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."

"Excellent, you're making progress. Are you ready to go to the store?"

"Yeah, I am."

Mel drove the Jeep. 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.

Jim Michael's Volvo passed us while we were carrying the groceries in from the car. I glanced at my watch. His session with Amy had lasted for 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 into the house. She was still dressed in her work outfit.

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

"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 make him jack off on your tits?"

"I did and then like a good little boy he 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."

"I'm already looking forward to it." 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 really 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 stir frying is all I have left to do. That will only take a few minutes. It's time for cocktails."

Amy opened one of the kitchen cabinets and revealed an impressive supply of liquors. She took out a bottle of brandy and a bottle of sweet vermouth and 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, "I told you 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 pink.

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 have to 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 having 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 person. Michael, that's really unusual."

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

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 delve into 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?"

"You know damn well that I want to talk about Ruth and David too." Amy and Mel were grinning at each other.

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 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. He was the kind of man many women fantasize about. He was great in bed and knew how to party, but Ruth wisely realized that he'd make a lousy husband and father. When she met David she immediately recognized that he was this other 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 father. 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 think that's an accurate summary of the situation."

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 skilled Nick had been in bed and how much she'd enjoyed his big cock."

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

Amy quickly added, "But as it turned out David was aroused by the knowledge that Nick was an exciting lover and this surprised Ruth." 

I said, "Yes he was and you're right, it did surprise Ruth."

Mel said, "So now David is encouraging Ruth to get together with her old boyfriend. Ruth would like to do that, but she's worried that the reality might be much harder for David to accept and she doesn't want to do anything that might hurt him."

Amy said, "That's a valid concern. Sometimes fantasies are better left as fantasies. Once Ruth actually parties with Nick it's done. It can't be changed."

Mel looked at me. I was nodding in agreement. She said, "That's exactly what you're worried about, isn't it."

"Ruth and David are my friends."

Reaching over, Amy took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You're worried that they're going to end up separated like you and Jeanne."

"Yes I am. I don't want that to happen to them."

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 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're talking about a radical change. Another man, a man who's better endowed and a more skillful 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 it. Sometimes you have to take a chance. That's really what Jeanne did with you and while it's taking time, it now looks like it's eventually going to work out."

"I agree with everything you just said, even the comparison 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 a test for both of them."

Amy said, "Are you talking about the plan to go to that pickup bar Jeanne likes?"

"Brady's Saloon."

"Yes, that's the place."

"I'm thinking of a intermediate plan. Something that might not be quite so daring."

"Tell us." Mel's interest was clearly piqued.

"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."

Amy said, "Isn't that the plan for Brady's?"

"Be patient. My plan has a big difference."

"Okay."

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 the bar."

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

"Yeah, I have to admit that I would."

Trying to keep us on track, Mel prodded me. "Go on, tell us the rest of your plan?"

"The wife generally tells her suitor that her husband is at a late meeting. While he's out she has an opportunity to have a little fun and she wants to take advantage of it. The man is of course overjoyed to hear that and aggressively starts trying to seduce the wife. They flirt and dance. Eventually they move to a dark corner of the bar and do a little kissing and touching."

Amy said, "So far it still sounds like Jeanne and Ruth's plan."

"You're right, so far it is, but here's where it differs. The husband is watching all of this from the bar. When things start to heat up he takes out his cell phone, calls his wife and tells her 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 hot sex. I love this plan. Michael, you're absolutely right. A little flirting, some cheek to cheek dancing ending with a hot makeout session in a back booth would be the perfect way to introduce the reality of the cuckold hotwife lifestyle to David."

Nodding, Amy said, "But we're both hoping that David wants to make a second visit to the bar and when that happens a trip to the parking lot will definitely be in order for Ruth." 

Mel looked at me. "Michael, when you finally get home you should do that with Jeanne. It would be a gentle way to ease in to actually watching her with other men."

"I think you're right."

Amy said, "I wish there was a bar like that in Tucson. The three of us could go there. You could watch Mel and me hook up with a couple guys. Wouldn't that appeal to your voyeurism?."

"It would, but you know what would be just as much fun for me and it can really happen?"

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 and you're right, that really can happen."

Mel said, "It can 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 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 discuss it with 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 reason that I shouldn't."

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

"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 call."

Amy stood up. "Mel, It's time to start dinner. Let's bring our drinks into the kitchen."

Mel stood up. "Amy, that's an excellent idea."

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

Mel was an excellent cook. Her chicken stir fry was outstanding. After dinner Amy and I cleaned the kitchen while Mel supervised from her seat at the table.

Once the kitchen was clean Amy turned to me and said, "Are your ready to call Jeanne?"

"I am." 

Concerned that this might not be an easy conversation, Mel said, "If you'd like some privacy you can go upstairs to the bedroom."

"What are the two of you going to do?"

Amy said, "

After dinner we generally watch television."

"In the living room?"

"Yes."

"If it's alright with you I'll sit on the couch in front of the fireplace. If I feel like I need some privacy I'll move into the kitchen."

Mel said, "Would you like to use our land line?"

"Thank you, I appreciate the offer. My cell phone will be fine."

Turning to Mel, Amy said, "Let's go see what's on television."

As they left the kitchen Mel said, "Let's watch something funny."

Amy answered, "That's fine with me. I'll watch anything as long as it's not a stupid reality show."

I went upstairs to the guest room and found my cell phone. When I returned to the living room Amy and Mel were sitting on the couch in front of the television watching a rerun of "The Big Bang Theory".




Awakenings Ch. 11



I sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace and called Jeanne's cell phone. 

Jeanne answered after the third ring. "Hello."

"Hi Jeanne."

"Michael, I'm so glad you called. I already miss you. Are you in Tucson?" 

"Yes, I got here yesterday afternoon. How's work? Were the lawyers upset because you took Friday off?"

"They weren't happy, but they'll get over it. How was the drive to Tucson?"

"It was all right. The shortest route takes you through Pasadena."

"That's Los Angeles, the traffic must have been awful."

"I think it could have been worse."

"Where are you staying in Tucson? Michael I hope you got a decent motel room. You have money. Why don't you check into one of the golf resorts there. They're supposed to be very nice."

"Jeanne, I'm not staying at a motel."

"Where are you staying?"

"I'm staying with two friends."

"Friends? Do we know people in Tucson?"

"I just met them yesterday."

"You just met them yesterday and now you're staying with them? Michael who are these friends? Are they guys you met on a golf course?"

"They're not guys. I'm staying with two women."

There was a moment of silence and then Jeanne said, "Two women?"

"Yes."

"Who are these women? Where did you meet them? Why are you staying with them?"

"Their names are Melody Adams and Amy Cooper. I met them in a strip club. I'm staying with them because they invited me to stay with them. I'm enjoying their company."

"A strip club? What were you doing in a strip club?"

"Jeanne after everything that's happened during the past three months do you really think you have the right to ask me why I was in a strip club?"

There was a moment of silence and then Jeanne answered in a quiet voice, "No, of course not. I'm sorry." 

I waited. Several seconds passed. Finally Jeanne asked, "Michael what were they doing in a strip club?"

"They work there. They're dancers."

"You're telling me they're strippers?"

"They prefer to be called dancers; but yes, they take off their clothes while they're dancing."

"You're telling me that you're staying with two strippers."

"Again, they prefer to be called dancers; but yes I'm staying with two women who dance naked in a bar."

"Why?

I mean how?"

"Yesterday I stopped into the club where they work. We started talking and hit it off. When their shift ended they invited me to join them for dinner. They took me to a wonderful barbeque restaurant. You'd enjoy it."

"Don't try to change the subject."

"Okay."

"You're telling me that yesterday you met two strippers in a bar. They invited you to dinner and now you're staying with them."

"That's right."

"Michael are these women prostitutes?"

"Actually they are, but they prefer to call themselves working girls."

"Working girls, schmirking girls; Michael, you're staying with two whores. How much are you paying them? I don't believe this. I never imagined that you'd sink to this level."

There was a pause. I didn't say anything.

After a moment Jeanne said, "Michael you're making this up, aren't you. Why would you do that? I thought we had a wonderful weekend in San Francisco. Apparently I was wrong. You're still angry that I'm dating other men. Michael, I have to tell you that this little charade is pathetic. I thought you were a bigger man than that."

"Jeanne, I'm not making this up. Everything I've told you is the truth and I'm not paying Amy and Mel. I'm staying with them because the three of us like each other."

"Michael, if you're not paying them why would two hookers possibly be interested in you?"

"Jeanne, be careful; you're now saying things that you might later regret."

Jeanne was silent. I waited. Finally she said, "Okay, I'll play your little game. Let me talk to your new friends."

"Okay." 

I stood up and walked across the living room to the couch where Amy and Mel were sitting. They were both watching me. Their expressions made it clear that they'd been listening to my end of the conversation.

I pressed the speaker button on my cell phone and handed it to Amy. "Jeanne would like to talk to you."

Amy nodded and said into the phone. "Hello Jeanne, I'm Amy Cooper. It's nice to talk to you."

Mel said, "I'm Melody Adams. Jeanne, I want to tell you that I think you might be the luckiest woman in the entire world. Your husband is a wonderful man."

"Michael, are you still there?"

"Yes Jeanne, I'm here."

"Okay, you hired two whores to make me jealous. It's a pathetic stunt. I didn't think you were capable of doing something like this."

"Jeanne, Mel and Amy are my friends. You can call them working girls, prostitutes, you can even call them hookers; but please understand me, do not ever again call them whores."

"Michael why are you persisting with this charade? Why are you trying to hurt me?"

"Jeanne, how am I hurting you? I've made two friends. Yes, we are having sex; but no, I'm not paying them for the sex. We simply enjoy each others company. How is that any different than what you're doing with Trent Peters?"

"Damn it Michael! Why are you throwing that in my face. Last weekend you told me that you were comfortable with my having a boyfriend. Now you're pulling this nonsense. Why?"

"Jeanne, I'm not pulling any nonsense. I'm just doing exactly what you're doing."

"Okay Michael, if that's the way you want to play it, then that's what we'll do. Have your fun with your floozies, but don't expect me to be standing there waiting to hug you after they're done with you." Laughing derisively, Jeanne added, "I guarantee you that will happen the moment they think they've soaked you for every dime they can get from you."

"Jeanne, I'm sorry you feel that way. I hope that someday you're able to see the hypocrisy of the position you're taking right now."

Jeanne screamed, "Michael, go to hell." And then she ended the call.

I set my cell phone down and sat in one of the chairs next to the couch in front of the television.

Both Amy and Mel were watching me. No one said anything. They'd muted the sound on the television, but the picture was still playing. 

Finally Mel said, "That didn't go well."

I shrugged.

Amy said, "Michael please understand that all of this has to be tearing Jeanne up inside."

"What do you mean? She initiated this. She's getting what she wanted. She's dating other men."

Nodding, Mel said, "That's true, but at a heavy cost. Michael, you really are a wonderful man. You're the perfect husband and it's obvious that Jeanne knows that. She wanted to add some sexual adventure to her life and she made a decision to try to do that. Now she's afraid that the cost of that decision might be the end of her relationship with you."

Looking at me, Amy said, "You left her Michael. We're not saying that you didn't have just cause to do that. Jeanne did a lousy job of introducing this new life style to you." 

"She knows that. We spent a lot of time talking about it in San Francisco."

Amy continued. "Michael, Jeanne's terrified that while you're separated you'll meet a woman who's prettier, smarter and has more education than she does. She'll probably be younger too. As soon as she gets to know you she'll realize just how good a man you really are and she'll also recognize that your wife is neglecting you. She'll see that you're vulnerable. She'll pursue you and because you're vulnerable you'll succumb to her advances and then you'll be lost to Jeanne, forever."

"That won't happen."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because I love Jeanne. The thought of life without her is untenable. Besides, I'm the one who's afraid."

"Why?"

"I'm terrified that Jeanne's going to fall in love with Trent Peters or someone like him."

Mel said, "Michael, Jeanne flew to San Francisco last weekend for one reason and only one reason. She was desperate to make sure you knew just how much she loves you."

"Yeah well Trent Peters is the one who's fucking her."

Amy stared at me. "Are you telling us that you and Jeanne didn't have sex last weekend?"

Shaking my head, I said, "No, you know very well that we had sex the entire weekend."

"Didn't you tell us that one night after dinner she gave you a blow job in the parking lot of that golf course you played?" Mel was staring at me too.

Slowly nodding, I said, "Yes."

Mel pressed. "Why do you think she did that Michael?"

"She wanted to make sure that she wasn't doing anything for another man that she hadn't already done for me."

"And why would she care about that?" Mel was like a prosecuting attorney breaking down a witness at a murder trial.

Smiling, I said, "Because she loves me."

Nodding triumphantly, Mel said, "Damn right she does."

Grinning, Amy said, "One of the many things I love about Mel is that she doesn't tolerate foolishness."

After taking a moment to consider everything Mel and Amy had just told me, I said, "Okay, Jeanne loves me and she's terrified that she's going to lose me. How am I supposed to respond to that? Should I immediately move into a motel and end all contact with the two of you? In the future do I try to avoid women and lead a celibate life while Jeanne continues to date as many men as she pleases?"

Amy said, "Of course not."

Mel said, "Since you left a lot has happened. In San Francisco Jeanne told you that she's now willing to give up her new life and go back to the old life."

Amy asked, "Wouldn't that be a reasonable solution for you?"

"It would work for me, but I don't think it would work for Jeanne. If you'd seen her in San Francisco you'd understand. Jeanne loves being a slut. By the way, that's her term not mine. She's enjoying the notoriety that comes with that title and she's doing everything she can to cultivate that image. She's dressing provocatively, wearing lots of makeup and from what she tells me I think she's become an unabashed flirt."

"Being naughty is fun." Mel was grinning.

"It certainly is." Amy was grinning too. 

I chuckled. "Jeanne is definitely enjoying it and that's the problem. If I asked her to do it I'm certain that she would try to go back to our old life. She might even be able to do it, but she wouldn't be happy. I believe that eventually she'd end up resenting me because I made her give up a lifestyle that she clearly enjoys. I fear that would be the beginning of the end of our marriage. Her resentment would turn into hostility. I think it's likely that she'd start cheating on me. Even if she didn't I'd be constantly afraid that she was. That would destroy our trust in each other. I don't believe a marriage can survive without trust."

Nodding, Mel said, "Trust, that's what all of this comes down to, isn't it. You have to trust that Jeanne loves you and won't fall in love with one of her boyfriends and Jeanne has to trust that you love her and won't leave her for another woman."

"I guess that is the real answer. Jeanne and I have to decide to trust each other without reservation." Sighing, I said, "I wish I could call her and talk about this, but I'm afraid that right now she's probably still too angry to discuss anything with me."

And then my cell phone rang.

Amy said, "Maybe she's not."

I picked my phone and answered it. "Hello."

"Michael." It was Jeanne. Her voice was a barely audible whisper.

"Hi Jeanne, I'm glad you called."

"Michael, I'm sorry I got angry and swore at you."

"It's okay, Amy and Mel have been talking to me. They're helping me understand how worried you are that I'll meet another woman."

"I am worried Michael. I'm terrified that you'll find someone else and never come home."

"Jeanne that won't happen. I love you. I promise I'll come home. I'm afraid too Jeanne. I'm afraid that you'll fall in love with one of the men you're dating or even worse you'll decide that you like being single and you'll shut me out of your life."

"I won't Michael, I promise. I love you. I love only you. I'll never love anyone else as much as I love you. I need you too. You're the most important person in my life. I could never shut you out of it."

"You know what that means, don't you?"

"What?"

"We have to trust each other. I have to believe that you love me and need me and you have to believe that I love you and won't leave you for another woman. Sometimes that's going to be difficult. When it becomes difficult we have to talk to each other. When we talk to each other we have to trust each other. We have to believe each other."

Jeanne was silent. After a moment she said, "I think you just told me that your two new friends were trying to help you understand how I felt. Did I understand that correctly?"

"Yes, in fact they're trying to help me adjust to your new life style."

"So what you told me is true. They are new friends. You're not paying them."

"No I'm not."

"And they really are...what was the term you used?"

"Working girls, yes they really are."

"Are they with you now?"

"Yes, we're sitting together in their living room."

"They live together?"

"They're a couple. In fact they're thinking about getting married."

"They're lesbians?"

"Yes, they're lesbians."

"But they're having sex with you."

"Actually they're bisexual."

"Micheal would you switch us to speaker phone."

"Of course." I switched my cell phone to the speaker. "Jeanne they can hear you now."

Jeanne said, "I understand that you've become friends with my husband."

Amy said, "That's right, we enjoy his company."

"We got off to a bad start before. I was wondering if we could try again. I'm Jeanne Nolan."

"I'm Amy Cooper."

"I'm Melody Adams."

"Melody, Amy; it's nice to meet you."

Mel said, "It's nice to meet you too Jeanne. Michael has told us so much about you. It's obvious that he loves you very much."

Jeanne said, "I hope he does because for the past several months I've been putting his love to a severe test."

Amy said, "We know, he's told us a lot about what's happened."

Mel said, "Jeanne, right now were talking on Michael's cell phone. Would it be all right if we hung up and called you back on our land line?"

Jeanne said, "That would make it easier to talk, wouldn't it."

Mel answered, "Yes it would."

Turning to me, Amy asked, "Michael do you have a recent picture of Jeanne?"

"I have several. They're upstairs in my bag."

"After we hang up would you use your phone to take pictures of Mel and me and text them to Jeanne?"

"Of course."

"And then would you get the pictures of Jeanne so Mel and I can see what she looks like?"

Mel said, "You do understand that if any of us had bothered to learn how to Skype we wouldn't have to do this."

Amy answered, "I know, but before you get too critical I'd like to point out that if it was up to you we'd still be keeping our books with an abacus."

Mel stuck out her tongue.

Laughing, Jeanne said, "Michael are they always like this?"

"Pretty much."

"I can already see why you enjoy them so much." And then Jeanne added, "Amy, Mel please promise me that you won't steal my husband from me."

Amy said, "Jeanne if we thought we could do that both of us would try. Your husband is a prince; but he's a prince who's totally devoted to you. There isn't any way that we could steal him from you."

"Thank you Amy, I can't begin to tell you how much hearing you say that means to me. Amy when you call me back call me on our land line. Michael always calls me on my cell phone. He has the number for our land line."

"We'll do that Jeanne."

We ended the call.

I took portrait shots of both Mel and Amy. While I texted the pictures to Jeanne Amy got the hand set for their land line. I gave them our home telephone number and then I ran upstairs and got the three large pictures of Jeanne that I carried in my bag. By the time I returned to the living room Mel, Amy and Jeanne were already conversing.

Jeanne was saying, "I just received your pictures. You're both beautiful. It's easy to understand why men are willing to pay to be with you."

I showed Jeanne's pictures to Amy and Mel. Amy said, "Jeanne you're a very attractive woman. You have beautiful eyes."

Mel said, "We can see why Michael is so madly in love with you."

"Thank you and I also thank you for letting me know that my husband still loves me."

For the next two hours I listened to a three way gab session. Mel and Amy told Jeanne about working as call girls in Las Vegas and Tucson. Jeanne told them about our two daughters and our life together prior the big change.

I paid close attention while they discussed my sexual strengths and grimaced when they talked about my weaknesses. Jeanne was particularly pleased when Amy and Mel told her that they were teaching me how to orally pleasure a woman.

Amy and Mel asked Jeanne about Tent Peters. After she told them about him they advised her to "go for it" and added that they would make sure I was okay with that.

They talked about Ruth and David and laid out my plan. Jeanne thought it was an outstanding idea and promised to call Ruth in the morning.

Mel and Amy tried to persuade Jeanne to come to Tucson. They even told her that she could have some dates in the cottage at two hundred dollars an hour. While Jeanne was tempted, she had to decline their offer. She'd already pushed her bosses too hard. She'd just taken time for San Francisco and was taking time for Christmas in San Antonio too. She didn't dare ask for any more time off.

When the three women were finally talked out Jeanne asked to speak to me privately. Mel switched off the speaker, handed the telephone to me and then she and Amy thoughtfully left the living room.

Jeanne said, "I can see why you like them Michael. They're nice women, I like them too."

"I'm glad Jeanne. They really are trying to help me adapt to your new lifestyle."

"I know that. You were lucky to meet them."

"Yes I was."

"Michael I really am sorry about how I reacted when you first told me about them."

"I think I could have been a little more sensitive when I told you about them." I paused for a moment and then I added, "Even though you've told me a number of times that you didn't mean it, I think I still feel hurt by what you said to me the night you announced to me that you had a date with Derek Fischer."

"You mean when I told you that no woman would want you because you're losing your hair and have a pot belly."

"Yes."

"I can't begin to tell you how much I regret saying those words to you. You do know that I didn't mean them."

"Yes, but they're still hard to forget."

"Michael I'm so sorry I said them." Jeanne was silent. After a moment she whispered, "I almost said something similar tonight, didn't I."

"Yes."

Sighing, Jeanne said, "Michael do you understand why I say stupid things like that?"

"I think so. You're afraid that I'll meet another woman and leave you."

"At times I get so scared that I start to cry. Michael I love being a slut, but I'm terrified that it's going to cost me the only man I'll ever love."

"Jeanne if you promise to keep loving me I'll promise to keep loving you."

"Michael I do promise. I'll always love you. I'll never leave you for another man."

"I'll always love you too Jeanne and I'll never leave you for another woman."

"Thank you Michael."

"Jeanne I want to tell you a secret."

"What is it Michael?"

"I'm discovering that I like being married to a slut. It's difficult to admit it, but I get excited when I think about you with other men."

"Baby I so badly want that to be true."

"It is true Jeanne, it really is. When I get home I'd like to go to Brady's saloon with you and watch while you get together with a man."

"Are you sure? You'll see me flirt with him and then you'll see us dance together and while were dancing you'll see him touching me. You'll see him touching me in ways that only you should touch me."




Awakenings Ch. 11



"But you won't stop him, will you?"

"No I won't. I'll want him to touch me."

"Because you're a slut."

"Yes because I'm a slut."

"And I won't stop you because I'll be excited. I enjoy seeing you with other men."

"After I come back from the parking lot, after I've sucked his cock and let him cum on my tits will you take me home and make love to me?"

"That would be wonderful."

"Oh my god! I only heard your half of that conversation, but it was incredible." It was Mel. I turned. She and Amy were standing in the doorway from the dining room. They were grinning at me.

Amy said, "I'm sorry Michael, we didn't mean to eavesdrop."

"Nonsense, we both meant to eavesdrop and I'm glad we did. That was hot. My pussy is dripping." Mel stormed into the living room. "Michael turn on that damn speaker."

Giggling at the exuberance of her friend, Amy followed Mel into the living room.

I switched on the speaker.

Jeanne said, "Hi Mel."

Mel said, "Jeanne honey, you gotta promise to have phone sex with us every night."

"Not every night." Amy was shaking her head.

Staring at Amy in dismay, Mel asked, "Why not?"

"She has to spend some nights with Trent Peters."

"Oh yeah, that's good, because then she can tell us about how much she's enjoying his big cock." Mel turned to me. "You'd like that, wouldn't you cuckboy?"

"Mel!" Jeanne's voice screamed out of the telephone speaker.

Amy said, "Jeanne, it's okay, Michael has to get used to this. It's what he wants."

Jeanne said, "Michael is that right? Do you want to be my cuckold?"

Suddenly flustered, I stammered; "I ah...I don't...I mean..."

Amy came to my rescue. "Jeanne we're trying to desensitize him. Michael is definitely not one of those submissive cuckolds in the stories on the Internet web sites."

Mel laughed. "That's for sure. Your baby will never be wearing panties."

Shaking my head, I muttered, "Thank you."

Ignoring me, Amy said, "But he does enjoy fantasies about you and other men. Those fantasies make him feel guilty, so we're trying to push his limits."

"Are you okay with that Michael?"

"Yes I am. They're telling me that in our own way we're all perverts. I need to hear that."

Mel said, "Every one of us is a pervert and the biggest perverts of all are the sanctimonious prudes who make love once a month in the missionary position with the lights off. Sex is fun. Why would any sane person want to put limits on how they enjoy it? It's healthy to experiment"

Jeanne said, "I used to be one of those prudes, but I've seen the light. Mel, I have to tell you that I like the way you think."

Mel said, "Damn right baby."

Amy rolled her eyes. "Don't get her started."

Jeanne laughed. Mel winked at me. I was still shaking my head.

After a moment Jeanne said, "It's almost eleven o'clock here. I'm having a wonderful time, but I have to go to bed."

Amy said, "We understand. We have to work tomorrow too, but we don't have to be at the club until noon. It's also an hour earlier here."

Mel said, "Don't forget your assignments for tomorrow. We'll be expecting a full report tomorrow night."

Giggling, Jeanne said, "My assignments?"

"Damn right baby, you have assignments."

Amy and I smiled at each other. Mel was on a roll.

Ignoring us, Mel continued. "First thing in the morning you have to call Ruth and outline our plan."

Jeanne said, "I will definitely do that."

"After you call Ruth you have to call Trent Peters and set up a date."

"Michael is it okay for me to do that?" The concern in Jeanne's voice was evident.

I answered, "Will you promise to call us after the date and tell us about everything that happened?"

"Is that what you want?"

Before I could answer Mel said, "Damn right it's what he wants and while your telling us about the date Amy and I will be sitting on either side of him on the couch and we'll both be playing with his pecker."

Jeanne laughed. "That will definitely enhance the story."

Grinning. Mel said, "That's the idea honey."

"I'll call you tomorrow night." Jeanne paused for a moment and then she said, "Mel, Amy I'm sorry I doubted you at first. Now that I've gotten to know you I'm very happy that you've become friends with my husband."

Amy said, "We understand Jeanne. We're glad that we became friends with him too and now we're also going to be friends with you. That makes us even happier."

"Me too. Can I ask a favor?"

Mel said, "Of course you can."

"Before he goes to sleep tonight would you suck Michael's cock for me and while you're doing it will you please tell him that I love him."

Smiling, Amy said, "We'd love to do that."

"Thank you, goodnight Amy and Mel. Goodnight Michael. Michael I love you, please never forget that."

"I love you too Jeanne, goodnight."

It was just after ten o'clock. Amy and Mel had entertained four men that day. They were tired. They also had to work at the club the next day. The three of us went upstairs and took a shower together. 

After the shower we got into bed. I told them that it would be fine if we just went to sleep, but Amy and Mel were both insistent. They'd promised Jeanne. They wanted to keep their promise so they took turns sucking my cock and whispering in my ear. 

They told me how much Jeanne loved me, but they also whispered questions about Jeanne and Trent Peters. Would Jeanne suck his cock like they were sucking mine? Would she lick his balls and his ass. Would she let him cum in her mouth. They told me to close my eyes and picture Jeanne sucking Trent's cock. They asked me to think about how much Trent would enjoy Jeanne's blow job and then they told me to picture him pushing her to the mattress and mounting her. While Mel sucked my cock Amy told me to imagine Trent slowly pushing his huge erection into my wife's cunt. That pushed me over the top. The damn burst. I came.

Mel continued sucking me while I ejaculated. Jeanne had done the same thing in San Francisco. It really is an amazing way to orgasm. When I was finished ejaculating Mel, Amy and I shared my cum. Jeanne had also done that in San Francisco. My sexual inhibitions were slowly being razed.

With traces of my semen still glistening on our lips, the three of us cuddled up together. I pulled the covers over us and we quickly drifted into a sound sleep.



Awakenings Ch. 12



This story is the twelfth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous eleven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

*****

The next morning was Wednesday. Thanksgiving was the following week.

Amy, Mel and I slept late. When we finally did get up we had just enough time for a quick breakfast before we had to leave for Danny's Lounge.

I'd been to Danny's lounge on Monday, but that day I was a customer. Now I was a close friend of Chantel and Simone. I was treated like a member of the family. I sat at the bar nursing a Diet Coke and got to know everyone. I quickly became friends with the bartender, Janet; the two waitresses, Marie and Connie; Marcus, the burly black bouncer and Ed, the manager. I didn't see Danny. Apparently he was an absentee owner. 

In addition to Mel and Amy there were five other dancers working that afternoon. They were all younger then my daughters and all of them spent some time on the bar stools on either side of mine getting to know me. It was a pleasant afternoon.

Just before Amy and Mel ended their shift at five, two of the young dancers; Candy, the blond I'd met on Monday and Raylene, a busty brunette with a New Jersey accent, sat down on the bar stools on either side of me.

Candy said, "We see that you're now handling Chantel and Simone. You seem like a nice guy. We were wondering if you might be willing to take us on too. We're both just getting started and we could use some guidance."

I noticed Mel and Amy watching from the other side of the bar. I raised my eyebrows. Realizing that I was unsettled by this overture, they both hurried over to us. 

As soon as they reached us, Amy said, "Girls, Michael is just a good friend. He's not in the business."

Candy stared at me. After a moment she asked, "You're not?" She was clearly disappointed."

I shook my head.

Mel said, "No honey, he's not. He's just a friend and a very nice guy."

Obviously embarrassed, Candy said, "I didn't understand. I'm sorry I bothered you."

Smiling, I said, "You didn't bother me. I suspect that I'm going to be in here quite a lot during the next month. I'll always enjoy talking to you."

Grinning, Candy said, "You are a nice man."

Amy said, "He is and he also knows a lot about managing money. I know that both of you are doing well here. I'm quite certain that Michael would be willing to help both of you organize your finances."

Looking at me with her large brown eyes, Raylene asked, "Would you really be willing to help us do that?"

Nodding, I said, "I'd be glad to do that" 

By the end of the week I was the business manager and investment counselor for both Candy and Raylene. Several other dancers had asked for my help too. I didn't say no. I couldn't say no. I didn't want to say no. It was going to cut into my golf, but that was okay, you can only play so much golf.

That night Jeanne called. She'd talked to Ruth that morning. The next day, after work, David and Ruth were planning to join Jeanne at Brady's Saloon. Jeanne also told us that she'd talked to Trent Peters. He was coming over to the house Saturday afternoon. Jeanne was noticeably excited.

After we talked to Jeanne Mel, Amy and I showered together, went to bed and made love in a daisy chain. My face was buried in Mel's cunt. Mel's face was buried in Amy's cunt and Amy was sucking my cock.

When I came I assumed we were finished, but that wasn't their plan. I was quickly informed that I was expected to continue licking Mel. Mel of course continued pleasuring Amy while Amy kept sucking and fondling my flaccid penis.

I was surprised to discover that it wasn't long before I was hard again. Mel and Amy weren't just breaking down my inhibitions, they were also teaching me to be a better lover. 

The next day I played golf while Mel and Amy took turns entertaining gentlemen in the cottage. I learned that on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays they almost always had a full schedule. Their dates were generally booked at least a week in advance.

Thursday evening Jeanne called. It was almost 8:30. We were sitting on the couch in front of the television. I'd connected my lap top computer. We were watching a porn movie staring Brianna Beach. 

Realizing how much fun David and I were having watching porn movies featuring women who resembled our wives; Mel and Amy began combing Internet porn star sites looking for women who looked like them. They found Jada Fire and Brianna Beach and immediately purchased and downloaded several movies featuring those stars. 

Amy answered the telephone. After a moment she said, "Hi Jeanne." And then she switched the phone to speaker. 

Mel and I both said, "Hi Jeanne."

Jeanne said, "Hi everyone, I just got home from Brady's Saloon."

I asked, "Did Ruth and David meet you there?"

"They did, but I didn't actually talk to David. He spent the entire time at the bar pretending not to know either of us."

Mel said, "That was the plan."

"It was and he followed it perfectly."

Amy asked, "Did you hook up with a couple of guys?"

"Yes, Bill and Tony, they were together. They're new car salesmen at the Honda dealership on 4th Avenue. Bill hooked up with me and Tony hooked up with Ruth."

Mel asked, "Were they hot?"

"Very, they were in their early thirties. Both of them were tall and fit with broad shoulders, muscular chests and narrow waists."

Licking her lips while she stared at me, Amy said, "They sound positively yummy."

Reaching over, Mel unzipped my pants and took out my cock. I was already hard. 

"They were yummy, both of them." Jeanne paused. After a moment she asked in a concerned tone of voice, "Michael is it okay for me to say things like that?"

Before I could answer Amy said, "Don't worry Jeanne. Mel has Michael's cock out. He's already hard."

"Amy if you don't mind I'd like to hear it from Michael. Since all of this started I've hurt him too many times. I don't want to inadvertently do it again."

Amy said, "That's all right. I understand." She and Mel both looked at me.

"It's okay Jeanne. If we're going to do this you have to be able to be honest and open with me."

"But I don't want to hurt you, I don't even want to make you feel bad."

"Jeanne remember what we talked about in San Francisco. I'm a voyeur. I get excited when I hear about your dates."

"Yes we did talk about that in San Francisco. It's just that it's difficult for me to believe you when you tell me that." Jeanne quickly added, "Please don't misunderstand what I'm saying. That's not a judgment."

"Sometimes I worry that admitting that to you will make you lose your respect for me."

"No Michael, never. I respect you because you're a man. I can trust you and rely on you. You've always taken care of the girls and me. Even when you went away you took care of the girls and me before you left. Michael Nolan, I will always respect you." Jeanne paused for a moment and then she quietly added, "Sometimes I worry that you're going to lose your respect for me. I'm traipsing around dressed and made up like a total slut, fucking anything with a cock.

"Don't worry Jeanne, I'm not going to lose my respect for you either. Yes, you've adopted a rather flamboyant persona, but in fact you're still the bright, caring woman that I fell in love with twenty-seven years ago. I love you today every bit as much as I've ever loved you. In fact I think I'm beginning to love you even more than I did before all of this started. I'm discovering that a flamboyant slut might actually be the perfect wife for an old voyeur like me."

"Michael, I hope so; I really do. We can have so much fun together."

"I think so too Jeanne, but now let's get back to your original question."

"My original question?"

"Yes, does it bother me when you tell me that you're playing with hot guys."

"Does it?"

"Sometimes maybe a little, but I need to get over that. Jeanne, if we're going to do this I want to really do it. I want you to enjoy your life as a slut. That means you should be playing with handsome men who are well endowed, skilled sex partners. Baby I love you, I want you to enjoy the best. Just make one promise to me."

"Of course, what is it?"

"Promise me that I'll always be your number one man."

"You will Michael. That's an easy promise."

"And I trust you Jeanne, so I'm going to try very hard to learn not to worry."

"Thank you Michael." Jeanne giggled. 

I asked. "What is it?"

"That's the first time you ever called me baby. I like it. I hope you start calling me that all the time because I am your baby Michael. I always will be."

"Okay baby, now how about telling us more about your evening with Ruth and David at Brady's Saloon."

Mel said, "Yes, let's get back to the story."

Amy said, "I agree. We want to hear every seamy detail."

"Okay, I'll tell you every seamy detail. Jeanne paused to think. After a moment she said, "I always have fun at Brady's, but I have to admit that sitting at a table with Ruth flirting with two good looking men while David watched from the bar made it even more exciting. Michael when you get home I really would like to do that with you."

"I'd like to do that too Jeanne."

"Doing it with you would be so much fun."

Mel said, "We're getting side tracked again. Let's get back to the story. The anticipation is killing me. My pussy is so wet that I may have to run upstairs and change my panties."

Amy and I smiled. 

Giggling, Jeanne continued. "Okay I was sitting with this guy named Bill and Ruth was with this guy named Tony. They were car salesmen and they were both handsome. As soon as they sat down at our table they bought a second round of drinks for us and then we started flirting. At first Ruth was a little nervous. I'm sure she was concerned about how David was reacting to what she was doing. She quickly finished her first margarita and when the waitress brought our second drinks she immediately started on that one. That helped. She began to relax. As she relaxed she started to enjoy talking to the guys. Once she got into it, it became obvious that she was pretty good at flirting."

I said, "Ruth told us that before she was married she liked to play around."

Jeanne said, "She was definitely experienced. Anyway, we flirted with the guys for a little while and then they asked us to dance. Of course we said yes. Bill and Tony led us over to the small dance floor. They took us in their arms and we started dancing."

Mel asked, "Was it a slow song?"

"Mel, Brady's is a meat market for the married but playing set. They only play slow romantic ballads."

Grinning, Mel said, "Amy we have got to go to this place."

Chuckling, I said, "It's a long drive."

Ignoring my comment, Jeanne said, "Michael knows the way and you're always welcome to stay with us."

I said, "Some day Jeanne, but not yet."

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

"Okay, you and Ruth were dancing with the guys. What happened next?" Amy was trying to keep us focused.

"By the time the first song ended Bill had both of his arms wrapped around my waist and I had my arms wrapped around his shoulders. We were grinding against each other in time to the music. I could feel Bill's erection pressing into my stomach. I was so turned on that I was afraid I might have an orgasm on the dance floor."

Mel asked. "Were Tony and Ruth dancing close together too?"

"Oh yeah, Tony actually had his hands on Ruth's rear."

"Was David watching?" Amy was clearly getting excited.

"He was trying to be discreet, but he couldn't take his eyes off of Tony and Ruth."

Mel asked, "Did he seem upset?"

"Not at all, he was grinning like a little kid in a candy store."

Squeezing my erect penis, Mel said, "This is so hot." 

Amy said, "So what happened next?"

"When the song ended Bill asked me if I wanted to sit in one of the back booths with him. Naturally, I said yes. As Bill took my hand to lead me to a booth I noticed that Tony was doing the same thing with Ruth." 

"This just keeps getting better and better." Amy was smiling.

"The back booths at Brady's are horse shoe shaped. They have high backs and the tables are covered with table cloths so the booths actually provide a little bit of privacy."

Mel winked at me. "They're perfect for a little hanky panky."

"You can still see the booths from the bar so they don't allow too much hanky panky. If a couple starts going at it hot and heavy the waitress will come over and tell them to cool it. That doesn't mean you can't have a little fun, but you have to be discreet. The waitresses will ignore a little kissing and fondling and the table cloths provide good cover so anything below the waist is fine. It just can't get out of hand."

Amy said, "You can unzip a guys pants and take out his cock without anyone seeing it, but you can't actually go down on him."

"No, if I tried to do that the waitresses would definitely intervene."

Mel said, "But a guy can fondle you under the table."

"When I go to Brady's I always wear a skirt."

"Amy we have to go to this place." Mel turned to me. "Michael when we go to Brady's will you sit in a booth with me? You can play with my pussy while I Jack you off."

Bowing politely, I said, "Mel it would be an honor."

Giggling, Amy said, "We're both going to sit in the booth with you. You'll have one of us on each side of you. We'll both be jacking you off. You'll be the envy of every guy in the bar."

Laughing, I said, "I like this plan."

"You two are spoiling my husband." Jeanne was laughing too.

Amy said, "Do you mind? 

"No not at all. In fact, other than having him at home, I can't think of anything that would make me happier."

Mel said, "Don't worry Jeanne. While Michael is with us we will definitely be spoiling him."

"Thank you."

Once again trying to get us back on track, Amy said, "Okay you and Ruth are both playing patty cake in a booth with a guy you just met. What happened next?"

"I heard Ruth's cell phone ringing."

I said, "David was calling her."

"That's right. He was following the plan. Tony and Ruth were in the next booth. We could hear everything they said. Ruth answered her phone, listened for a moment and then she said, 'I'm shopping at the mall. I'll come straight home. We can still have dinner together.' She ended the call and explained to Tony that it was her husband. She told him that she was sorry but she had to get home right away. Tony was a gentleman. He told her that if his wife had called he'd have to hurry home too; but then he did ask her if he could see her again."

Mel asked; "What did Ruth tell him?"

"She told him that she'd enjoy that, but she was never sure about when she could get out. Her husband often worked late, but it was rarely on a schedule."

Amy said, "That was smart."

"Tony gave Ruth his cell phone number and suggested that she call him the next time her husband has to work late. That way he could meet her at Brady's. Ruth put his number in her cell phone and then she kissed him and hurried out of the bar. David waited for a minute and then he followed her out."

I asked, "Have you talked to them since then?"

"No, tonight I'm pretty sure they want to be alone"

"Hell yes they want to be alone. I'm betting that right now they're fucking like a pair of rabbits." Mel was grinning.

"I hope so." And then Amy added, "I still want to hear what you and Bill did?"

Squeezing my cock, Mel said, "I do too and judging from how hard he is so does your sweet husband."

Jeanne asked, "Michael, are you still doing okay?"

"I'm doing great. A a gorgeous woman is playing with my cock while my hot wife is telling me about a party she just had with another man."

Jeanne said, "A party, I like that. I also love it that my husband enjoys hearing about my parties with other men."

"I do Jeanne. Tell us more." I really was excited.

"Okay, After Ruth and David left Tony went over and sat at the bar. Bill and I kissed and played with each other for a few more minutes and then he asked me if I'd like to go out to his car with him. I stuffed his cock back into his pants, zipped him up and said, 'Let's go.'"

"You had his cock out! I love this." Mel was giggling. "Did he have your panties down?"

"When I go to Brady's I always take my panties off in the car before I go inside."

"That makes perfect sense to me." Amy was nodding.

Mel agreed. "Me too." And then she asked, "Was Bill rubbing your pussy while you played with his cock?"

"Of course."

Mel started laughing and then she suddenly cried, "Quick, somebody get me some tissues. I think I'm going to squirt."

Amy said, "Michael give Mel your handkerchief. She's not kidding, when she gets worked up she really does squirt."

"I squirted a little while you were licking me Tuesday night, but I was already so wet that I don't think you realized it."

Amy quickly added, "Don't worry Michael, it's just her cum. Mel squirts on me all the time."

I handed my handkerchief to Mel. She opened her jeans and stuffed it into the crotch of her panties. "There, now I won't make a mess on the couch." She looked at me. "Thank you, if you think you're going to cum warn me. I'll put your cock in my mouth and suck you while you ejaculate. We don't want you to make a mess on the couch either."

Shaking her head, Amy said, "Mel, be honest. Maybe you're a little worried about the couch, but mostly you just want Michael's cum."

Mel shrugged. "what can I say? It's a delicacy."

Jeanne laughed. "You three are totally out of control. I wish I was with you."

Amy giggled. "You're the one who was jacking a guy off in a bar tonight."

"I was and I loved it. Isn't sex fun."

Mel grinned. "You sure got that right."

"Okay, so what happened when you got out to Bill's car?" Amy was once again getting us back on track.

"Bill has a Honda Pilot. We got in the back seat. I unbuttoned my blouse and unfastened my brassiere so he could play with my tits and then I unzipped his pants and took out his cock."

Amy asked, "Was he big?"

"Yes he was. I'll bet he was at least seven inches and his cock had a really nice curve to it."

Mel said, "That's the perfect size. Big, but not too big and the curve makes it even better."

Amy leaned over and said, "Tonight your wife got to play with a very nice cock, but I'll bet your cock is still her favorite."

"She's right Michael. I do enjoy variety, but your cock will always be special for me."

I asked, "Did you enjoy Bill's cock?" 

"I did, is that okay?"

"Of course it is. That's why we're doing this. I love you. I want you to have fun."

"Thank you Michael, thank you for understanding. And Mel and Amy, thank you for helping him understand."

Mel said, "Believe me Jeanne, we're all enjoying this."

Amy asked, "Did you suck Bill?"

"I did and it was wonderful. Do the two of you like doing that? You know, sucking cocks?"

Mel laughed. "Jeanne honey, we're both passionate about it. We chose to do it for a living."

Nodding, Amy said, "Cocks are enchanting. Holding them, playing with them, rubbing them against your lips and cheeks, kissing them, licking them or sucking them; it doesn't matter, for us all of it's thrilling."

"That's how I feel too. Michael I'm so sorry that I didn't discover that years ago. When you come home I promise to give you a blow job every day for the rest of our lives."

Grinning, Amy said, "That'll get him home."




Awakenings Ch. 12



Mel asked, "Do you cum while you're sucking a guy?"

"Sometimes, not always. For me sucking a cock isn't really about cumming. I'm not sure I can explain it."

Amy said, "You don't have to explain it. We understand. We both feel the same way. It's just exciting."

"It always arouses me. Tonight after I'm finished talking to you I'm going to have an intense session with my vibrator. Michael if you were here I'd love to suck you. You could lick me and then we could fuck. I'd like that even more."

"I'd like that too Jeanne."

Mel asked, "Did you let Bill cum in your mouth?"

"No, he came on my tits. I won't let anyone but Michael cum in my mouth."

I asked, "What about Trent Peters?"

Jeanne paused. After a moment she answered, "I don't know, maybe if we start dating regularly. Before I let him do it I'll talk to you about it first, okay?"

"That's fine."

Amy said, "What happened after Bill came?"

"He gave me his handkerchief so I could wipe his cum off of my breasts. After we straightened our clothes he walked me to the bar door and then he went back to his car and left."

I asked, "Did you go back into the bar again?"

"I always do. Before I go home I like to go the ladies room and fix my makeup and hair."

Mel said, "And then you went home and called us. That was a great evening."

Jeanne was silent. After a moment she said, "I didn't exactly go home right away. Michael, please don't be mad at me."

"Did you do something bad?"

It wasn't exactly bad, but I think it was maybe a little slutty."

Amy said, "I like the sound of this. What did you do?"

"Tony was still sitting at the bar. He was all by himself and he looked kind of sad. I felt guilty, because we'd sort of used him"

Mel asked, "Why didn't he just find another playmate?"

"At Brady's there's a rush between 5:30 and 7:00. People stop for a little quick fun on their way home from work. If a guy hasn't scored by 7:00 it probably isn't going to happen for him that night."

Amy said, "So once Tony committed to Ruth he wasn't going to get a second chance."

"That's generally the case."

I asked, "What did you do?" 

"I went over to him and told him that I was sure that Ruth was disappointed that she had to leave."

Mel said, "And I'll bet you were right. I'll bet she would have loved to stay and have a party with Tony."

"I'm certain that's true. Anyway, Tony was really nice about it. He told me that he understood. If his wife had called him he would have had to leave too. We talked. The more I got to know Tony the more I liked him. I decided that it would be fun to do him. I also felt like we kind of owed it to him, so I asked him if he'd like to show me his car."

Amy grinned. "Oh that is slutty. I love it. What did he say?"

"He was a little surprised. He thought about it for a moment and then he said that it didn't seem right. Bill was his buddy."

Shaking her head, Mel said, "He is a good guy, but he maybe isn't too bright"

"He was a little naive, but I found that attractive."

"Oh, don't get me wrong, so do I." Mel was smiling.

"I pointed out to him that since Bill and I were both married we really didn't have any kind of a commitment to each other, so he could feel free to play with me too. That was all it took. Five minutes later we were sitting in the back seat of his Honda Odyssey making out like a couple of teenagers."

Mel asked, "Did he have a nice cock?"

"It was a little smaller than Bill's and it didn't curve, but it was still nice."

Laughing, Amy said, "Jeanne, you're a girl after my own heart. All cocks are nice."

Jeanne giggled. "They really are, aren't they."

"Did you suck him?" Now Mel was the one keeping us on track.

"Oh yes, and while I did it he played with my tits and my pussy."

"Girl you had quite an evening." Mel was smiling.

"I did. Michael are you upset with me?"

"No Jeanne, I'm not. You didn't do anything wrong and it sounds like you had good time. I enjoyed hearing about it. I'm beginning to love having a slut wife."

"Micheal, I'd so glad you feel that way. I really do love being a slut and as long as you're okay with it I don't think I'm hurting anyone."

"You're not hurting anyone Jeanne, especially me. Your voyeur husband is having a wonderful time listening to your exploits. I can't wait to hear more."

Jeanne laughed. "Are you encouraging me to party with more men?"

"Yeah, I guess I am." I was laughing too.

"Michael, you really are the perfect husband."

"And you're the perfect wife."

"Hearing you say that makes me so happy." Jeanne paused for a moment and then she said, "It's after eleven o'clock here. I have to work tomorrow and I still want to take a shower and have a little fun with my vibrator. I've loved talking to you, but I need to hang up. I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind. I understand. It is late and you do have to work tomorrow."

"Can I call you again tomorrow night?"

"Of course you can. We'll all look forward to it."

Amy said, "Yes we will."

"Goodnight Michael, I love you." 

"Goodnight Jeanne, I love you too."

"Goodnight Amy and Mel, thank you for being so good to my husband."

Amy said, "It's our pleasure. Good night Jeanne."

Mel said, "Good night Jeanne." And then giggling, she added, "Have fun with your vibrator."

"Oh I will, right now I'm so excited that I might even squirt."

"I hope you do, it's fun." Mel was still giggling.

"Good night everyone. Michael I love you."

"I love you too Jeanne."

Jeanne ended the call.

As soon as we finished talking to Jeanne Mel, Amy and I went upstairs. After taking a shower together we climbed into bed and played in what I called a pleasure triangle. That night we started with me licking Mel, Mel licking Amy and Amy sucking me. After a while we changed positions so that I was licking Amy, Amy was licking Mel and Mel was sucking me.

We finished with what Mel and Amy called tandem cowgirl. It's a variation on their friend Vince's favorite, the tandem blow job. Of course that really wasn't a tandem blow job. They'd tried jointly sucking Vince's cock. It was always unsatisfying, so they came up with an alternative. One of the girls would sit on Vince's face while the other one sucked his cock. Vince loved it. Who could blame him. In tandem cowgirl I lay flat on my back. Amy and Mel took turns riding my face and my cock while they kissed and fondled each other. Both tandem cowgirl and the tandem blow job are amazing experiences.

After the three of us had fucked and sucked ourselves into exhaustion, I pulled the covers over us. We cuddled up together. Amy and Mel immediately fell asleep. 

I didn't. Instead I once again lay sleepless contemplating the dramatic changes that had recently occurred in my life. It was becoming a frequent night time preoccupation for me. Four short months earlier I'd been a conservative accountant living in a suburban ranch house with his equally conservative wife. My two daughters had graduated from college and I blissfully believed that they were both embarking on a traditional middle class existence that would lead to a lifetime of security for them and a passel of grand children for Jeanne and me. While recent events didn't necessarily preclude any of that from occurring, I now knew that both of my daughters were choosing to follow much more unorthodox life styles.

Jeanne and I were now pursuing an equally unorthodox life style. While I had to admit that I was learning to enjoy it, I fully understood that we were bucking the accepted conventions of our culture. Having a wife who'd become a libertine rebel was proving to be exciting, but in my heart I was still a conservative accountant. Life as a moral renegade was fun, but it was also unsettling. 

Eventually sleep did take me. Once it had control of me I was subjected to the unwilling release of my subconscious fears. I had a nightmare. In my dream I was at home seated naked in a chair in our bedroom. In front of me Jeanne was entertaining two men on our king sized bed. The three of them were also naked. Jeanne was lying on her back. One of the men was kneeling next to her face. She was sucking his cock. At the same time the other man was on top of Jeanne. He was fucking her.

Excited, I watched as these two men enjoyed my wife. Once they were finished I stood up hoping for a turn. As I approached the bed, Jeanne held up her hand in a stop gesture. Shaking her head she said, "Sit down cuckboy. My pussy is reserved for real men. Little wimps like you only get to watch."

Jeanne and her two playmates started laughing.

Humiliated, I sat down. Still laughing, Jeanne scoffed at me. "Poor baby, you need a little relief, don't you. Why don't you jack off for us?"

One of the men sneered at me. "Yeah cuckboy, jack off for us."

I woke up in a cold sweat. My pulse was racing. I wanted to cry. Not daring to risk sleep and the possibility of continuing that nightmare I slipped out of bed, quietly pulled on my pants and tiptoed downstairs. In the kitchen I poured a large glass of water, sat down at the table and tried to relax. While I knew that it was just a nightmare, I was having difficulty getting the image of Jeanne laughing at me out of my head.

"Michael honey, what's wrong?"

I turned. Mel was standing in the dining room doorway. She was wearing a terry cloth bathrobe.

"I feel foolish admitting this, but I had a bad dream."

Mel walked over to the kitchen sink, poured herself a glass of water and joined me at the table. As she sat down she said, "Why don't you tell me about it."

I nodded. 

Just as I was about to begin Amy walked into the kitchen. She was also wearing a terry cloth bathrobe. "What's going on?"

Mel said, "Michael had a bad dream. He was about to tell me about it."

Amy poured a glass of water for herself. As she sat down at the kitchen table she asked, "Can I hear about it too?"

I said, "Of course you can, but it's kind of weird."

Amy said, "That's the nature of dreams, especially bad dreams."

Amy and Mel both listened quietly while I told them about my nightmare. 

When I was finished Mel asked, "Do you think you might actually want that to happen? I mean is it a fantasy you're trying to suppress, because if it is..."

"No it's not! It really isn't."

"Okay, I just had to ask because There's nothing wrong with having submissive masochistic desires."

"Believe me, I don't have those fantasies. I think I'd like to sit in a chair and watch Jeanne party with other men, but I don't want to be humiliated or belittled while it's happening, I really don't."

Taking my hand, Amy said, "Baby it's okay. We understand. This is a confusing time for you. You're trying to adapt to an unconventional lifestyle. In the process you're having to overcome a lot of fear and insecurity."

Nodding, I said, "I am starting to enjoy what Jeanne is doing, but I still have this nagging fear that everyone is going to think I'm a wimp because I'm letting my wife sleep with other men."

Mel asked, "Exactly who is everyone?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, everyone."

"Not Jeanne." Amy was staring at me. "Talking to her on the telephone this evening I got the impression that she could never think of you as a wimp."

Sighing, I said, "You're right about that. I don't believe that Jeanne would ever have that opinion about me."

Mel said, "From what you've told us I can't believe that your daughters would ever think that about you either and your friend Ruth and her husband are avidly pursing the life style; so exactly who are you worried about?"

Shaking my head, I said, "I don't know, I guess I'm just afraid about what will happen to my reputation when people find out about Jeanne's lifestyle. They're going to find out. She enjoys flaunting it."

Amy said, "You're worried about what people you barely know will think about you?"

"I guess that's right."

Mel smiled. "Screw 'em."

"That's easy for you to say, you're not the cuckold wimp."

Raising her eyebrows, Mel said, "Are you suggesting that Amy and I are unfamiliar with derision and contempt? Michael, people call us whores. Politicians launch campaigns to put women like Amy and me behind bars. Even women's rights groups hate us. We're very familiar with living with disdain and disparagement because of our life style. We've been subjected to it for years."

"I'm sorry, I.."

Amy placed her hand on top of mine. "Baby it's okay. Mel's not mad at you, neither am I. We just want you to understand that we do understand."

"How do you live with it?"

Mel leaned over and whispered into my ear. "We have each other. We believe in each other. Regardless of what other people might say about us, we love and respect each other. That's all that really matters."

Amy squeezed my hand. "That's right and Jeanne loves you. You know do know that, don't you?"

Mel nodded. "You heard the anger in her voice when I called you cuckboy."

"Yes I did." I paused for a moment and then I said, "For a while I thought that she'd stopped loving me, but last weekend in San Francisco she convinced me that she still does."

"Damn right she does." Mel was grinning at me.

Shaking my head, I said, "I still worry about the men. I'm not sure I'll be able to handle it if one of them gets cocky."

Laughing, Amy said, "Good word choice."

"I'm being serious."

Amy said, "I know you are. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I get it. It was a funny description, but please understand that it is a serious concern."

Adopting a somber tone, Amy said, "Of course it is and we understand. Michael, you have to trust Jeanne. You're not living in one of those ridiculous cuckold stories where the wife is blindly enamored with an arrogant bull. Jeanne loves you. She'll weed out the assholes."

"What if she doesn't weed them out?"

Mel said, "That's simple. Talk to Jeanne. Tell her the guy is unacceptable. You're not a submissive wimp. You have as much say about this game as Jeanne does. She may get to play around, but you have a right to veto who she picks as a playmate."

"What if she doesn't agree with that?"

Shaking her head, Amy asked, "Do you really believe that's a possibility?"

"No, not really."

"Communication Michael, talk to Jeanne." Now Mel was being serious. "Tell her about your concerns. Hell, tell her about this dream. Jeanne doesn't want to hurt you, that's obvious. My guess is that she'll be even more selective about the men she brings home than you are."

Realizing that they were right, I smiled at Mel and Amy and said, "It really was a stroke of luck when I stopped at Danny's Lounge and met the two of you."

Amy said, "Serendipity Michael. It happens to people all the time. When we least expect it we stumble on good fortune. Mel and I happened to meet at an audition and it changed our lives forever."

Mel grinned. "Damn right it did. That day we both won the mega lottery."

"Serendipity, I like that."

Patting my hand, Amy said, "Do you think you're ready to go back to sleep big guy? If the nightmares return I promise that Mel and I will be there to protect you."

"Yeah, I think I'm okay."

Mel and Amy each took one of my hands and led me upstairs. We got back into bed. With Amy on one side of me and Mel on the other I quickly fell into a safe and restful sleep. Nothing fosters security and well-being like love and friendship.



Awakenings Ch. 13



This story is the thirteenth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous twelve episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 





Friday was spent at Danny's Lounge with Mel and Amy. I brought my laptop computer and devoted most of the afternoon to helping Candy and Raylene organize their finances. Both of them had well over $30,000 sitting in pass book savings accounts. Dancing at Danny's Lounge was clearly a lucrative occupation. 

While I was helping them four more dancers approached me and asked if I'd be willing to help them too. I told them to bring their financial data on Monday. 

When we got home Friday evening I checked my email and found two messages from Ruth. I immediately called Amy and Mel. Excited, they both hurried into the living room and joined me on the couch in front of the fireplace.

As they sat down Amy said, "I hope David had a good time."

Grinning, Mel said, "Me too."

I began reading the email aloud.



"Dear Michael. 

I talked to Jeanne this morning so I know that you've already heard about our adventure at Brady's Saloon. I understand that it was your idea and I want to begin by thanking you. It turned out to be the perfect test to find out if David and I really would be comfortable pursuing the cuckold hot wife lifestyle."



Next to me, Mel said, "This is sounding positive."

Amy said, "It is. Keep reading."

I continued.



"When I talked to Jeanne she said that she'd already told you what happened in the bar, so I won't waste time rehashing that for you. I will only say that I now understand why Jeanne enjoys Brady's so much. It offers the opportunity for discreet sex without entanglements or commitment. 

I'll start with what happened after David and I left the bar. When David reached the car I was inside anxiously waiting for him. I was scared that he was going to be angry or even worse, hurt. As soon as he was seated and the door was closed my concerns vanished. Grinning like a little kid who'd just left a toy store, David immediately launched a barrage of questions. Did I think Tony was handsome? Did he have a nice personality? Did I enjoy dancing with him? Was he a good kisser? Did I get a chance to feel his cock? Was he big? And the most important question of all, was I disappointed when David called me and ended our adventure?

I tried to answer his questions, but David was so excited that before I could answer one of them he was asking me another one. I finally had to squeeze his hand and tell him to calm down. After making him take several long slow breaths I asked him to start the car and promised that that I would answer all of his questions as we drove home."



Mel said, "This is sounding very good."

Amy said, "Yes it is. Michael, keep reading."



"By the time we were leaving Brady's parking lot I felt assured that David had actually enjoyed the experiment. That bolstered my confidence and encouraged me to be frank. I'd found the experience unbelievably exciting. I actually was disappointed when David called. Tony was not only handsome and a good dancer, he was also a wonderful kisser and while his cock wasn't huge it was much bigger than David's.

I sensed that David could not only handle listening to me tell him that I'd enjoyed being with Tony, he was eager to hear me say it; so I started answering his questions honestly, very honestly.

I told David that I did think Tony was handsome and then I admitted that I'd enjoyed dancing with him, especially when he was holding me tightly pressed against his body. As I said that I watched David. He took a quick breath and bit his lower lip. It was obvious that he was aroused. 

Reaching over, I felt his cock. He was hard. I commented on it and then I told him that he must have enjoyed watching me dance with Tony. He nodded. I told him to say it. He was quiet. I started to get nervous that I was pushing him too hard, but then he gave me a quick smile and admitted that he loved watching me dance with Tony. I told him that made me happy. He responded by telling me that he'd enjoyed watching him kiss me in the booth even more.

I squeezed David's erection and told him that I enjoyed that too. Tony was an excellent kisser and then I added that while he kissed me he was touching me. David asked me where Tony touched me. I told him everywhere. That got him so excited that I thought he was going to cum in his pants.

By the time we arrived home we were both wildly aroused, David even more than me. After David stopped the car in the garage I unfastened my seat belt and leaned over. While I squeezed his erect penis I whispered to him that I wanted to suck Tony's cock. David's breath caught. I asked him if he wanted that too. He nodded. I told him to say it. I told him that I wanted to hear him ask me to do it. I nearly orgasmed when David whispered that he wanted me to suck Tony's cock.'"



Mel laughed. "Damn this is hot."

I nodded in agreement and then I continued reading.



"Michael I had to fight to maintain my composure. I wanted to scream out, Yes! Yes! I want that too! I didn't. I understood that this decision was going to forever alter the terms of our marriage. It was far too important to decide it while we were both out of our minds with lust.

Instead I took several long slow breaths and made David do the same thing. Then we straightened ourselves and went into the house. We'd told Ben and Michelle that we were going to be late, so they'd already had dinner. Still we needed to sit with them and talk about school. Fortunately they're both teenagers. They were every bit as eager to retire to their rooms as David and I were to get to ours.

The moment we reached the privacy of our bedroom all of my rigidly imposed self-control vanished. The lust that had been burning inside me since we arrived at Brady's once again boiled to the surface. I turned back into a sex hungry slut. 

Michael, it's funny. Before all of this started I never would have uttered a word like slut, let alone used it to describe myself. Now it excites me. I suppose that's Jeanne's influence. She loves being a slut and I'm definitely beginning to understand why. It makes me feel so free. It's actually empowering. I no longer have to squash my sexual desires. Now I can enjoy them. I can revel in them and savor them."



Amy said, "I understand exactly what she's saying. As young girls we're taught to deny our biological urges. Hell we're so brainwashed that many of us refuse to even acknowledge that they exist."

Mel said, "That's right and if we do get excited we're supposed to feel ashamed about it."

Smiling at both of them, I said, "I thought the sexual revolution was fought and won in the 1970's."

Shaking her head, Amy said, "Women have been fighting this battle since the beginning of time. It became a little more public in the last part of the twentieth century, but women who freely and openly enjoy sex continue to be castigated by most of our society. It still takes courage to admit that you're a slut."

Mel said, "Enough philosophy. Let's hear more about what happened with David and Ruth."

"Okay." I started reading again.



"Once we were inside our bedroom I was ready. I wanted to play a little and then I wanted some serious sex. I raised the hem of my skirt, sat down on the bed and opened my legs. I wanted David to see me. I wanted him to look at me. He did. While he was looking at me I brazenly slipped a finger into my pussy and asked him to tell me again what he wanted me to do with Tony. But then the strangest thing happened. David suddenly looked away. It seemed like all of his excitement vanished.

I asked him what was wrong. Without turning back to make eye contact with me he timidly asked me if I was ashamed of him. He was actually afraid that I thought he was a wimp because he was encouraging me play with other men. He confessed that he was terrified that I was going to lose my respect for him as a man."



Mel said, "This sounds a lot like that nightmare you had last night."

I agreed. "It does, apparently David is also struggling with a life time of macho male conditioning."

Amy said, "Our culture definitely does screw us up."

laughing, Mel said, "That's for fuckin sure. What did Ruth say to David?"

I started reading again. 



"I patted the spot on the bed next to me and asked David to sit there. Once he was settled I picked up his hand and held it in mine while I reassured him that he would always have both my love and my respect. I explained that he had always been a wonderful husband and father and that was all that really mattered to me.

David knows I love him, so he didn't require very much reassuring. Once his self confidence was restored we started to talk about the game we were contemplating playing. We'd already spent hours discussing it so we both fully understood each others concerns and desires. Still I felt the need to remind David that his feelings were much more important to me than any thrill I might get from the game. If he had any doubts or concerns I didn't want to risk going any farther.

After thanking me, David told me that our visit to Brady's had heightened his desire to continue the game. Looking me in the eyes he told me that this weekend he wanted me to call Tony and make plans to meet him at Brady's early next week. He wanted to once again sit at the bar and watch, only this next time he hoped that he'd get to see me go out to the parking lot with Tony.

I asked him if he was certain. Still staring at me, David said he was absolutely certain. I told him if that was really true he should get down on his knees. He complied immediately. I was so excited that my heart was racing. I spread my legs and told David to kiss my pussy. Again he complied immediately.

Michael, Jeanne and I spend a lot of time talking to each other. She tells me what's happening with the two of you and I tell her about David and me. I know that Jeanne's new life style is starting to excite you. I also know that your interest is mostly based on your voyeurism. David is a voyeur too. He loves porn just as much as you do, but with him there's more. Jeanne told me that you've been reading cuckold stories on the Internet, so you know that for some men masochism and a desire to be submissive are also part of the fantasy. A good example is Tricia's boyfriend, Paul. From what Jeanne has told me I gather that Paul now lives as Tricia's celibate slave while she regularly enjoys sex with several other men.

Those desires seem to be much more intense for Paul than they are for David, but submissive masochism is definitely part of David's fantasy. I recognize this and it not only doesn't bother me, I find it exciting. I mentioned earlier that for me, sex is a complex phenomena with a myriad of wonderful nuances. David and Paul's submissive masochism is one of those nuances. If they enjoy it, more power to them. Hell Jeanne and I are both discovering that we love being sluts. We're every bit as kinky as they are."



Mel interrupted. "Damn Michael, I really like the way Ruth thinks. I would love to meet her. I want to meet Jeanne too."

"When I get home you'll have to visit us. I also know that I'll come back to Tucson and when I do I'm hoping that Jeanne will come with me."

Amy said, "Michael, after you leave will you promise to keep in touch with us?"

"Amy, good friends are hard to find. I'll always try to maintain contact with the two of you."

Staring at me, Mel said, "Promise us Michael. This is important. Promise that you won't forget about us the moment you leave."

"Mel, do you really think I'd do that to you?"

Amy said, "Michael, men have been doing that to us for our entire lives. We're whores. Men are attracted to us because we're earthy and sexual. Unfortunately they always eventually get bored with us. When that happens it seems like they can't get away fast enough."

"I'm not attracted to you because of your profession. I like you because you're smart, kind and interesting. As far as I'm concerned we're at the beginning of a life long friendship."

Mel said, "Promise."

Grinning, I said, "I promise."

Mel said, "Okay." She was still serious, but then she winked at me and smiled.

I winked back. Amy giggled.

After a moment of awkward silence Amy said, "Finish reading Ruth's email."

I nodded and without further comment resumed reading.



"David was on his knees kissing and licking me. I could have let him continue doing that forever, but I had an even kinkier idea. Yes Michael, your prim secretary is turning into a kinky slut. I make no apology; I love sex in all of its forms. Before I was married, when I was running around with Nick Granger, I acted like total slut and I enjoyed every minute of it. I only tell you this because I believe that you're now traveling a similar road with Jeanne. I not only hope that you're starting to understand our desire, but that eventually we can become fellow travelers on this exciting road. I would love it if we could openly share our mutual adventures with each other."



Amy said, "Damn Michael, I think Ruth is hitting on you."

Mel said, "No Amy, I don't agree. Ruth isn't suggesting that she and Michael party with each other; I think she's hoping they can reach a point where they can share this part of their lives with each other."

"Aren't they already doing that?" 

"Not really. Right now Ruth is telling Michael about the efforts she and David are 

making to adopt this new lifestyle. While their endeavor hasn't been filled with as much trauma and conflict as the ordeal Michael and Jeanne are experiencing, it's still been an emotional challenge for both of them. So far Ruth is just sharing the fears, difficulties, joys and excitement they're encountering with two friends who can empathize with them because they're in the midst of a similar journey."

Nodding, Amy said, "I get it, they're old friends with a new common interest."

Mel smiled. "That's right."

I said, "So you're suggesting that after I get home Ruth is going to come into work in the morning and tell me about the hot date she had the night before."

"Would that bother you?" There was an impish glint in Mel's eye.

Laughing, I said, "Hell no, I'm a voyeur. I'll love it."

Amy said, "There might be more. Since you were already close friends who enjoyed each other's company you might find new ways to socialize."

"You mean Jeanne and I could go to Brady's with David and Ruth. David and I could sit at the bar together and watch. I think that would be fun."

"I'm certain that you will do that, but I was thinking of something else."

Looking at Amy, I said, "Tell me?"

"Ruth and David still have children living at home. That makes it difficult for Ruth to entertain a man at their house. Your girls are living on their own and they're also fully aware of your new lifestyle. When you get home you may find that you're watching sports with David in your den while Jeanne and Ruth are entertaining gentlemen in your living room or bedrooms."

I considered that. After a moment I said, "That might feel a little weird."

Mel asked, "Why?"

"It would be a lot like sitting in the den watching porn movies together."

"What would be wrong with that?" Mel was puzzled.

Embarrassed, I said, "David's a guy. It wouldn't seem right."

Mel rolled her eyes. "For heaven's sake Michael. It wouldn't mean you were going to start doing each other." She quickly added, "Not that there would be anything wrong with that if you both felt like it."

Vehemently shaking my head, I said, "I'm not interested in going there."

Amy said, "You don't have to go there. Watching sports with David while Jeanne and Ruth are entertaining men friends wouldn't be going there, but it might be a nice way to enjoy the experience. I'll also tell you this. If I was with you I'd want to be watching porn. Hell, why not? You're both ardent voyeurs. Watching two people fuck is a lot more exciting than watching baseball."

Nodding, Mel said, "Especially while your wives are both getting fucked in the next room."

"I don't know. I'll think about it. I do enjoy David's company."

Amy suggested, "You could start by going to a sports bar to watch a game while Jeanne and Ruth are entertaining at your house."

"I could easily do that."

Mel said, "This is going to be so much fun. I wish I could be there with you."

I laughed. "Mel, that would definitely make it more fun for both David and me."

Mel grinned at me. 

Amy said, "Let's hear the rest of Jeanne's email."

I started reading again.



"Back to what happened last night. While David was on his knees licking my pussy I asked him if he enjoyed eating my cunt. Don't misunderstand me. I already knew the answer to that question. David loves licking my pussy. If I made him choose between going down on me, getting a blow job from me or fucking me I'm certain that he would pick going down on me every time. It appeals to his submissive nature. David is a man who firmly believes that it's better to give than to receive."



Giggling, Mel said, "I have to admit that I wholeheartedly agree with that sentiment."

Amy chuckled. "That's good because in our profession we spend a lot more time giving than receiving."

Still giggling, Mel said, "Aint it great."

"It really is." Amy was giggling too."

Looking at my two friends, I asked, "Shall I proceed?"

Mel answered, "Definitely, I think we're just getting to the really good part."

"I think so too." Amy was still giggling.

I resumed reading.



"David looked up at me. His face was glistening with my moisture. Michael, I have to admit that seeing him like that excites me. I guess I do have a little dominant streak. Anyway, David told me that he loved licking my cunt. I asked him if he'd like to eat me while I was sucking Tony's cock. David's eyes got big. I felt like I was asking a little boy if he'd like to go to the circus. He told me that he'd like that very much.

Deciding to push the limits of our new fantasy, I explained to David that if Tony and I decided to include him in one of our parties he would only get to participate as my cuckold. Tony would be my lover. Tony would be the only one getting his cock sucked and he'd be the only one fucking me. If I did allow him to lick my pussy it would only be to get me ready for Tony's big cock. 

David stared up at me without saying anything. I again started to worry that I'd pushed him too hard, but then he nodded and told me that he understood. He promised that when I was with another man he'd always remember his place. Michael, my entire body was tingling with excitement and I think David was even more excited than I was. I asked him if he was certain that he wanted to be my cuckold. He assured that he was. He told me that he wanted me to go on dates with other men. He wanted me to have lovers. I asked him again if he was positive about that. He answered that he was absolutely positive. Then he repeated that in the morning he wanted me to call Tony and make a date to meet him at Brady's next week. I once again asked David if he was certain that he wanted me to suck Tony's cock. He stared into my eyes and told me that next week he wanted me to meet Tony at Brady's, go out to his car with him and give him one of my very best blow jobs.

I pulled David up on the bed and smothered him with kisses. I felt like we were two teenagers about to have sex for the very first time. David went down on me. He made love to my pussy with his lips and his tongue. It was amazing. After he gave me two incredible orgasms I went down on him. I sucked and licked his cock and kissed his balls. I let him cum in my mouth. As soon as he finished ejaculating I kissed him. We shared his semen and then I went down on him a second time. David was so excited that he immediately got hard again and then he fucked me. David has a small cock. I rarely cum during intercourse with him. Last night was different. Last night we were both so excited that I had two more orgasms while he was fucking me.




Awakenings Ch. 13



After David came inside me we cuddled on the bed for a moment and then we took a shower together. After we showered we put on our pajamas and robes, said good night to the kids and got into bed. We were both exhausted, but as we lay in bed David again told me that in the morning he wanted me to call Tony. I assured him that I would and as soon as I'm finished writing this email I'm going to do it. Michael you cannot believe how excited I am right now.

I hope you're doing well. I want you to know that Jeanne and I both miss you and look forward to the day you come back to us. I'll you email again after I talk to Tony.

Love Ruth"



Mel said, "Damn that was hot. If either of you are in the mood I'm ready for a little tongue myself."

Amy said, "After that email I suspect all three of us could use a little tongue, but I think Michael told us that there were two emails from Ruth. Before we do anything else I want Michael to read the second email."

Both women looked at me. 

I said, "There is a second email."

"What are you waiting for, open it." Mel could barely contain her excitement.

I opened the email and read it aloud.



"Michael, 

Just a quick update on what's happening. After I sent you the first email, I called Tony. I'm meeting him at Brady's at six o'clock on Monday. He asked if I'd call Jeanne and ask her to come too. Bill wants to see her again. I called her. She's going to join us. I called Tony back and told him to call Bill and then I called David. He's even more excited than I am. 

Jeanne and I will keep you posted.

Love Ruth

P.S. Jeanne is also excited about her date with Trent Peters tomorrow. I'm sure she'll try to call you this evening."



As I shut off my laptop computer Mel said, "Damn this just keeps getting better and better. It's definitely time to play for a little while."

Amy said, "I have a game I want to play."

Mel and I both looked at her. Mel asked, "What is it?"

"Let's call it cuckold and I want to be it first."

Mel said, "Okay, it's your game. You can go first. How do you play cuckold?"

Amy stood up and started undressing. "We all have to get naked."

Giggling as she stood up, Mel said, "I already like this game."

As soon as all three of us were naked Amy lay down on the carpet with her head by the bottom front of the couch. "I'm the cuckold. Michael, you're the bull and Mel you're my hot wife. Mel, I want you to sit on my face and suck Michael's cock while I lick your pussy and ass."

Mel grabbed my arm. "Michael, this is going to be fun. Sit down and make yourself comfortable. I'm going to give you a sloppy nasty blow job and I want you to cum in my mouth so I can give my cuckold sweetheart a snowball kiss."

Laughing, I sat down on the couch. 

Mel sat down on Amy's face and proceeded to give me an amazing blow job while Amy kissed and licked her pussy and ass. I was excited, so I didn't last long; but Mel and Amy still both managed to have two orgasms before I came. When I did cum Mel kept me in her mouth. Once I finished ejaculating she slipped off of Amy's face. 

Amy was lying on her back giggling while she masturbated. Her face was covered with Mel's moisture. Mel bent over, gave her girlfriend a passionate kiss and then she sat up and looked at me. "Isn't sex fun."

I nodded. "Yes Mel, it really is."

She turned to Amy. "The next time we play this game I want to be the cuckold."

Amy said, "Sweetheart, it will be our pleasure."

Giggling, Mel said, "Damn right, that's why being the cuck is so much fun."

Mel looked at me and smiled. I smiled back. I understood. I was learning. 



Awakenings Ch. 14



This story is the fourteenth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous thirteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

*

After reading Ruth's emails and playing the cuckold game all three of us were ready to relax. We went upstairs and showered together. When we finished showering Mel and Amy put on their flannel pajamas and terry cloth robes. I put on sweat pants and a long sleeved tee shirt. They weren't chic outfits, but we were friends living together. Trying to be fashionable all the time isn't a relaxed way to live. Mel and Amy believed in comfort. I agreed with them.

Once we were dressed we went back downstairs and made supper. It was already 7:30 so Mel suggested salads and garlic toast. Working together, dinner was ready in less than five minutes. We ate in the kitchen. Again, comfort was more important than style. 

We'd just finished cleaning up when the telephone rang.

Amy said, "That must be Jeanne. Would you like to talk to her in private?"

"No, she likes you. I'm sure she'll want to talk to the two of you too. If I feel like we need some privacy I'll tell you."

Mel said, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. Let's go sit in front of the fireplace."

Mel picked up their telephone and turned on the speaker. As we walked into the living room Amy, Mel and I greeted Jeanne and she greeted us.

Once we were settled on the couch in front of the fireplace Jeanne said, "I'm sorry I'm calling so late. I've been talking to Tricia and Jodie."

"That's all right, it's an hour earlier here and it's never too late for you to call."

"Thank you Michael, I feel same way about you."

Concerned about the reason Jeanne had just given me for calling late, I asked, "Jeanne is everything okay with Jodie and Tricia?"

"I think so, but Jodie's worried about Paul."

"What's the matter with Paul?"

"Michael, you understand that Tricia and Paul have a different relationship."

"I guess so, you've told me that Tricia is dominant and Paul is submissive. That's really all I know."

"There's more to it than that. Jodie called me at work today. She was over at at Tricia's last night. She really likes Paul and she's concerned about how Tricia's treating him."

Mel said, "Jeanne, we're still here. Do you want to talk to Michael about this in private?"

"Thank you Mel, I appreciate your consideration, but I'd like you both to stay. You're sexually experienced women. I think Michael and I could use some advice about this."

Amy said, "All right, but if you change your mind and want us to leave you alone just tell us."

"Thank you Amy, I will."

I asked, "Why is Jodie concerned?"

"Paul has always been submissive to Tricia and she's always enjoyed being dominant. I think that's part of the attraction they have for each other, but lately those roles have intensified."

"What do you mean?"

"Tricia has started referring to Paul as her slave. She's treating him like a slave too and Paul quit his job."

"He was a lab technician. He told me he loved his job."

"Yes he did. Jodie said that Tricia told her it was her idea. In San Francisco I mentioned that Tricia got a promotion at the ad agency where she works."

"Yes, she's now some kind of junior executive in the marketing division."

"That's right and when she was promoted she also got a huge jump in her salary. She's now earning well over six figures."

"Really? I had no idea."

"It happened just after you left. Anyway, since she's now earning such a good income she decided that Paul should quit his job so he can spend all of his time serving her."

"Was he okay with that?"

"Jodie said that he seems to enjoy his role as Tricia's slave, but he's so submissive that it's really difficult to be certain."

"But Jodie is concerned."

"Yes, she told me that Tricia really is treating Paul like a slave."

"What's she doing?"

"Jodie had dinner with Tricia. During dinner Paul waited on them like a servant. When he wasn't serving them he wasn't allowed to sit at the table with them. Tricia made him stand in the doorway to the kitchen. Tricia bragged to Jodie that he now does all of the household chores. She doesn't have to lift a finger."

"You said that you talked to Tricia. What did she say?"

"She told me that this is what Paul wants. She claims that he's never been happier. She said that she enjoys it too. Michael, all the success she's had at the advertising agency has gone to her head. These days she's a little full of herself. Jodie told me that Tricia told her that she feels that having a slave is one of the benefits of her hard work and success."

"She actually said that?"

"That's what Jodie told me."

"Slavery is illegal and immoral."

"I said that to Tricia. She told me that involuntary servitude is illegal. Paul is a voluntary slave so that makes it all right."

"It doesn't seem right to me."

"It doesn't seem right to me either, but Tricia says this is the lifestyle they both choose. They're consenting adults and they're not hurting anybody so how they live is nobody else's business. Michael right now there are people who are critical of the lifestyle I'm choosing so I have to admit that I am sympathetic to that position."

"It's different and it doesn't seem right to me, but I do understand what you're saying."

Mel said, "Would you mind if I offered an opinion?"

Jeanne said, "Not at all. Michael and I are clearly in a quandary about this."

I said, "I agree. We can use any advice we can get."

"Amy and I knew two escorts in Vegas who had slaves. One of them was older than us and very experienced."

Amy said, "You're talking about Tamara."

"Yes."

Amy nodded. "In many ways she was a mentor for us. She had wisdom."

Jeanne said, "But she had a slave?"

Mel said, "Yes she did. His name was Edward. He was smart and well educated. He actually had a PhD in English Literature."

I asked, "Did he work?"

Shaking her head, Amy said, "No, he was Tamara's full time slave. He kept house for her and waited on her like a servant."

Jeanne said, "Just like Paul. Was he happy?"

Mel smiled. "He was one of the happiest men I've ever known."

"He really was." Amy was smiling too.

I said, "So you're advising us not to worry."

Both women were quiet for a moment. Finally Amy said, "No, I don't think that's what Mel was trying to tell you."

Nodding, Mel said, "It's not. Edward was happy because he was Tamara's slave. Tamara was a dominant sadist. She loved to push Edward's limits, but she was also wise and incredibly compassionate."

Amy said, "She loved Edward and Edward loved her."

Mel continued. "Tamara used to tell us that while a good dominant had to push her slaves limits, she was also responsible for his mental and physical health and well being." 

Sighing, Amy said, "They both knew of slaves who had been crushed by overly zealous dominants."

Jeanne quietly said, "I see." And then she asked, "Are you suggesting that Tricia might be an overly zealous dominant?"

Shaking her head, Mel said, "No we're not. Amy and I don't know Tricia. She might very well be every bit as wise and compassionate as Tamara was. If that's the case you don't have anything to worry about. Paul is probably even happier than Tricia. We're just warning you that you might be right, there may be a problem."

Jeanne asked, "What do you think we should do?"

Amy said, "You're planning to spend Christmas together in San Antonio."

Jeanne said, "That's right."

"Will Paul be there?" 

"Yes, when I bought our airline tickets I bought a ticket for him too."

Mel said, "That will be a great opportunity to observe them. By the time you leave San Antonio you should have a pretty good idea about whether or not you have any reasons to be concerned."

I smiled. "I think that's an excellent plan."

Jeanne said, "I think so too. Thank you."

Amy said, "You do have to remember that a different lifestyle isn't necessarily bad."

Clearly aware of that concern, Jeanne said, "Don't worry, I definitely won't forget that."

Mel said, "Speaking of alternative lifestyles, let's talk about your big date tomorrow."

"I'm so excited. Trent is such a good fuck. I can't wait until..." Jeanne suddenly paused. After a moment she quietly said, "I'm sorry Michael, I didn't mean to rub your nose in this."

"Jeanne, it's okay. I want you to be honest. Remember what we talked about in San Francisco. If you feel like you have to hide this part of your life from me we aren't going to make it. When I do get home I also have to be comfortable with the fact that you're dating other men. The only way that will happen is if we talk openly about your dating while I'm away."

"Michael, I love you. I don't want to hurt you anymore than I already have."

Mel said, "Jeanne, I don't think you have to worry about Micheal's feelings."

"Mel, I don't want to hurt Michael. I really don't. I love him. My date with Trent tomorrow has nothing to do with love, but I'm still not sure that Michael believes that."

Amy said, "I think he's starting to believe it."

"Jeanne, I do believe it. You convinced me of that in San Francisco and since then Mel and Amy have reinforced that belief."

"Really?"

"Yes."

Mel said, "Jeanne you need to understand something."

"What's that Mel?"

"When you try to shield Michael from what you're doing you're actually depriving him of his opportunity to share it with you."

"What do you mean?"

"Michael is a voyeur."

"Yes."

"Your affairs excite him."

"I know, we've discussed that but it's hard for me to believe it."

Amy said, "Now you're letting your own conditioning cloud your perception of what's happening. You want Michael to believe that this is just meaningless fun and games for you, but when he professes to enjoy it too you don't believe him."

Jeanne was silent.

Mel said, "Look at it this way. You know how much Michael enjoys porn."

"Yes, it used to bother me, but it doesn't anymore. Now I realize that it's just fun for him."

"Think of yourself as his personal porn star. Every time you go on a date your making a new movie for him. It's an imaginary movie, but for Michael it's still very exciting."

"You're suggesting that when I describe my dates to Michael the movie becomes real for him. Michael is that a good thing? Is that what you want?"

"It makes me feel like a pervert to admit it, but yes it is a good thing and it is what I want."

Jeanne said, "Baby we're all perverts."

Mel said, "Fuckin A we are and I'll tell you right now I'm damn proud to be a pervert."

Laughing, Jeanne said, "Michael honey, I love your new friends."

"I do too Jeanne and I can't begin to describe how much they've helped me."

"They've helped me too." Jeanne paused. After a moment she said, "Okay, I'm going to believe you. Yes, I'm excited about my date tomorrow. Trent is a really good fuck. Michael, you're a caring lover. You'll always be my favorite sex partner."

Amy said, "Because you love him."

"That's right."

Mel said, "So why is Trent so good?"

I said, "I know the answer to that. Jeanne told me in San Francisco. He's assertive in bed and he treats her like a slut."

Giggling Amy said, "Oh yes, that is fun."

Jeanne said, "I wouldn't want to be married to him."

Nodding, Mel said, "That would be like having pizza for dinner every night. It would get old very quickly."

Amy laughed. "But once in a while a pizza tastes really good."

"Yes it does and tomorrow I'm going to have a big slice of pepperoni."

Mel said, "Michael do you understand what Jeanne is telling you?"

Amy jumped in. "You're her meat and potatoes and that's every woman's dream. Trent is a Coney Island with extra chili and cheese. Every once in a while they're really good, but if you eat too many in a row you get heartburn."

"Yeah, I think I've got the idea." I paused for a moment and then I said, "Jeanne?"

"Yes Michael."

"Tomorrow when you're with Trent I want you to be a really nasty slut for him."

Giggling, Jeanne said, "Are you sure about that?" 

"I am and I intend to fantasize about it all night tonight and all day tomorrow."

Still giggling, Jeanne said, "Okay big boy, you got it."

"I'd also like you to call me as soon as he's gone."

Amy said, "Hold on! I have a cottage date tomorrow at three. I'll be back by 4:30. That's 5:30 your time. You can't call until then."

"Michael is it all right if I wait to call?"

"Of course it is. Amy is our friend. We have to wait for her."

"I think so too."

"Amy and Mel, I would love to meet you in person. Could you join us for Christmas in San Antonio?"

Mel said, "Jeanne we would love to do that, but the week between Christmas and New years is the busiest week of the year at Danny's Lounge. The guys from the air force base all have days off. They need every dancer they can get. They're good to us. It wouldn't be right to let them down."

Amy said, "There's also another problem. Our friend Vince always spends Christmas with us. He our oldest friend. We can't let him down either."

Jeanne said, "I understand, but we still have to find a way to get together."

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

"Michael it's getting late."

"Yes it is and you have an exciting day tomorrow."

Jeanne giggled. "I do. Would you mind if I say goodnight?"

"Not at all."

"Jeanne, before you say goodbye we have a concern that we want to discuss with you." It was Mel. Amy was nodding. They'd obviously planned something.

"Okay, what is it?" There was an anxious tone in Jeanne's voice.

I watched Mel and Amy.

Mel said, "Last night Michael had a nightmare."

Realizing what they were doing, I said, "Jeanne, don't worry about it. It was nothing."

Jeanne said, "No Michael, if Amy and Mel are concerned I want to hear about it."

Amy said, "It was upsetting enough to him to make him get up in the middle of the night."

"I definitely need to hear about this."

"As soon as Mel and I realized that he was up we got up and went looking for him. We found him in the kitchen. We sat with him and made him tell us about the nightmare. We think it's important that you hear about it too."

"Yes, it sounds to me like it's very important. Michael please tell me about it."

Feeling slightly ashamed, I stammered, "I um, it really wasn't that big a deal."

Mel said, "I'll tell you about it. It took place in your bedroom at home. Michael was sitting in a chair watching you entertain two men on your bed."

Jeanne said, "Oh my."

Mel continued. "All of you, including Michael, were naked. You were lying on your back. One of the men was fucking you while you were sucking the other man's cock. Michael was watching. As soon as the first man finished fucking you they switched places. When the second man finished fucking you Michael stood up hoping to have a turn."

Amy said, "Jeanne we think this is the most important part of the dream."

Nodding, Mel said,"When Michael approached the bed you held up your hand in a stop gesture and ordered him to sit back down in his chair. You then told him that your pussy was reserved for men. Little wimps like Michael were only allowed to watch."

Jeanne sputtered, "I would never do or say anything like that to Michael."

"All of us know that Jeanne, even Michael. Let Mel finish."

"Okay, but Michael, please believe me I would never do that to you."

I said, "I know that Jeanne. I really do."

Mel continued. "In his dream you and the two men started laughing. Michael sat down. He was humiliated. As soon as he was seated you taunted him calling him your poor baby and telling him that if he needed some relief he could jack off while he watched the guys fuck you. When they heard you say that the two men started laughing and then they sneered at Michael and told him to jack off for them. That was when he woke up."

For a moment nobody said anything. Finally Jeanne whispered. "Michael, I'm so sorry. Please believe me when I tell you that I would never dream of doing something like that to you."

"I know that Jeanne."

Amy said,"We know it too, but it does raise a concern. Michael is not a masochist. Humiliation doesn't excite him."

Jeanne said, "I understand that."

Mel said, "We know you do, but you do have a taste for aggressive men who treat you like a slut."

"Yes I do." 

"We understand that too. Both Mel and I occasionally enjoy that same pleasure. Because you have that inclination you need to be aware that the playmates you're looking for are also the men most likely to take an arrogant, condescending attitude towards the man they're cuckolding. They may even try to dominate Michael. That is clearly something he wants to avoid." 

Mel said, "Even if Michael doesn't end up watching you there will still be times when he'll be at home while your entertaining a gentleman. It's very likely that they'll encounter each other.

Jeanne said, "You're telling me that in those situations it's going to be my responsibility to control the behavior of my playmates."

Nodding, Amy said, "If you don't you may have an ugly scene. Mel and I have only known your husband for a few days. While he's a gentle, loving man, it's clear to both of us that he would never tolerate being bullied."

"No he wouldn't. Michael honey, I promise you if one of my gentleman friends is ever impolite to you I'll immediately give him the boot."

I said, "Thank you Jeanne, I appreciate that."

"Mel, Amy, you were right to tell me about that dream. It's important that I be aware of this possibility. I never want to do anything that will hurt Michael."

Amy said, "We know that. That's why we thought we should discuss it with you."

There was a pause in the conversation. Several seconds passed and then Jeanne said, "I love you Michael. Please don't ever forget that."

"I won't forget it. I love you too Jeanne."

"Tomorrow when I'm with Trent I'll still be thinking about you."

"Jeanne, try not to do that."

"Why Michael?"

"Think about me after he leaves, but while you're with him I want you to fully enjoy the experience. I want you to focus all of your attention on Trent Peters. Jeanne tomorrow afternoon I want you to be Trent Peter's slut."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Definitely, but after Trent leaves I want you to be my wife again. Will you promise me that you'll do that?"

"Of course I will."

"Don't forget to call us after he leaves. We want to hear every detail."

"I will. I'll call you at 5:30 so Amy can be there too."

Amy said, "Thanks Jeanne."

I said, "Now it is getting late. You'd better get some sleep. Tomorrow afternoon you want to have a lot of energy."

Jeanne giggled. "Yes I do."

"Good night Jeanne"

"Goodnight Michael, Goodnight Amy and Mel."

They both answered, "Goodnight Jeanne." 

And then Jeanne ended the call.

When I woke up Saturday morning Mel and Amy were already up. That no longer surprised me. I'd gotten used to the fact that they were both early risers. I also knew this was a cottage day and as usual they had a full schedule. 

As I walked into the bathroom I realized that I was aroused. That did surprise me. That afternoon my wife had a date to have sex with another man, a man she found attractive and exciting. It seemed like I should have been apprehensive, maybe even a little blue. I wasn't. I actually felt animated, like I was the one who was going to be having sex in the afternoon. I wasn't. It was going to be another man. Oddly, that made it even more exciting for me. As I stepped into the shower I realized that I had an erection. For a moment that bothered me, but then remembering everything Jeanne, Mel and Amy had been preaching to me I relaxed and enjoyed it. 




Awakenings Ch. 14



While I washed I considered masturbating. I immediately rejected the idea. An experienced voyeur, I'd watched hundreds of porn movies. I never masturbated at the beginning of a movie. I always waited until the end. That was the only way to fully enjoy the sensations of pleasure the movie created. 

I chuckled as I dried off from my shower. I realized that I now understood the purpose of a chastity cage. I didn't need one. I had the necessary self control to resist the temptation to do anything that would take the edge off the excitement of the day, but I grasped that some men, especially younger men, might require a little help resisting temptation.

I dressed quickly and went downstairs. When I walked into the kitchen Mel was busily frying eggs and sausages. Amy was sitting at the table watching her. I knew that after breakfast their roles would be reversed. Amy would be busy cleaning up the kitchen while Mel sat at the table drinking coffee. This was their fair division of labor. My role was to help Amy clean up after breakfast, so I poured a cup of coffee.

As I sat down at the table next to Amy, Mel said, "Michael you certainly look chipper this morning."

Smiling, Amy said, "I think our cuckold husband is excited about his wife's impending date."

Nodding knowingly, Mel said, "I believe you're correct."

I grinned at both of them.

Mel laughed. "He looks like the mother fucking Cheshire Cat."

I winked at her.

Still laughing, Mel said, "Amy we've created a monster."

I winked again and then I flashed Mel an outrageously toothy grin.

"Amy did you see that?"

"I did. Our baby is learning how much fun it is to be a perv."

"He is, isn't he." Mel picked up her spatula and said, "Okay come and get it. Breakfast is ready. Bring your plates."

I brought a plate. Amy brought two, one for Mel and one for herself. Mel filled them with generous servings of sausages, scrambled eggs and toast. 

As we ate, we discussed Jeanne's date, my plans for the day and the men Amy and Mel were scheduled to entertain in the cottage.

I told them that I planned to play golf. Mel and Amy agreed with my plan. I had to do something. Pacing around their house in nervous anticipation of what was going to happen that afternoon was not a reasonable option.

After breakfast I helped Amy clean the kitchen while Mel went upstairs and prepared for her first gentleman. 

As soon as Mel was showered and dressed she drove the Mercedes convertible to the cottage. Amy and I sat on the front porch and spotted for her. We only had to wait a few minutes for her date. Once he was settled in the cottage with Mel I left for the golf course.

I played a semiprivate course just north of Catalina. Fortunately I got paired with two men who taught geology at the University of Arizona. Interesting partners, they helped me keep my attention diverted from what was happening at home with Jeanne and Trent.

After the round was finished the professors tried to get me to join them in the clubhouse for a beer. I had to decline. I was much too excited. Instead I loaded my clubs in my car and drove directly to Mel and Amy's house. While I was playing golf I'd fought a constant battle to keep my thoughts from drifting to Jeanne's date with Trent. Once I was on the highway back to Catalina I stopped fighting. It was 3:30, 4:30 for Jeanne. Her date was most likely over. Relaxing, I allowed my imagination to run free. 

I pictured Jeanne and Trent sitting on our couch having an iced tea. Trent had his arm around my wife. She was cuddled up to him. They talked, but only for a moment. Trent set his glass of tea on the end table and then he took Jeanne's glass and set it down next to his. She gazed up at him, waiting, eager. Trent leaned over, placed his hand on Jeanne's cheek and pulled her face to his. They kissed. At first their kiss was gentle and romantic, but it quickly heated up. 

Trent pushed his tongue into my wife's mouth. Jeanne hungrily responded. Wrapping their arms around each other, they locked in a passionate embrace. Their embrace was only momentary. They weren't two teenagers making out at the end of a date. Trent and Jeanne were sexually adventurous adults. They were meeting for one purpose and only one purpose. They both knew that.

Trent pushed Jeanne to the floor between his legs. She didn't resist. She didn't want to resist. I knew my wife. This was exactly what she wanted. Unzipping Trent's trousers, Jeanne freed his enormous erection. After taking a moment to stare at it she began to caress it with her fingers. 

I reached the road to Amy and Mel's house and turned left. The image of my wife fondling her boyfriend's cock was firmly fixed in my mind. I was excited. Trent wasn't the only one with an erection. For a moment I felt ashamed, but then I remembered the cuckold game Amy, Mel and I had enjoyed the previous evening and my shame dissipated. 

As I drove west towards the Santa Catalina Mountains I pictured Jeanne sucking Trent's cock. Her eyes would be closed. Even when she was a prude my wife was a passionate woman. She cried easily during movies and often closed her eyes while she was savoring a piece of fine chocolate. There wasn't any doubt in my mind that Jeanne would be savoring Trent's cock.

I turned onto Amy and Mel's road and then I turned into their driveway and parked my Escape in the desert next to their garage.

As I walked into the house I was smiling. Amy and Mel had been correct. Being married to a hot wife was very much like having my own personal porn star.

Mel was reading on the back veranda. She was wearing a halter top and a pair of skin tight short shorts. She looked good, very good. She almost took my mind off of Jeanne and Trent, but not quite.

When Mel heard me step out on the veranda she turned. As soon as she saw me she set her Kindle down and stood up. I gawked. I couldn't help myself. Mel had a sumptuous figure and at that moment it was pouring out of her tight top and short shorts in all the right places. 

"Seeing you stare at me like that is good for my self esteem."

"Mel, in that outfit you never have to worry about self esteem. There are men who would hand over all of their worldly possessions for one quick glimpse of you."

"I didn't realize that you were such a sweet talker."

Shrugging, I said, "Aw shucks, I'm not a sweet talker. I'm just a naive accountant from the Midwest."

Laughing, Mel said, "And I'm just a poor little black girl from the streets of Chicago."

I smiled. "How were your dates today?"

"They were fine. I saw two men. They were your usual old guy dates."

"Usual?"

"All most old guys want to do is eat pussy." Mel pulled her shorts down exposing her shaved cunt. 

We both examined it.

She grinned at me. "I'm glad to see it's still there. I was worried that it might have been licked off."

I laughed.

Without bothering to pull her shorts back up, Mel asked, "How was your golf game?"

"It was fine. It's a scenic golf course and I got paired with a couple of Geology professors from the University. I didn't play very well, but it was still a pleasant round."

"Why didn't you play very well?"

"I was a little distracted. I kept thinking about what Jeanne and Trent were doing."

"Were they fun thoughts?"

Grinning, I said, "Oh yeah."

"Good, they should be fun thoughts."

"Are we experimenting with new ways to wear shorts or did they just slip down to your knees?" Mel and I turned. Amy was standing in the doorway to the living room.

In a serious tone of voice Mel said, "Actually Michael and I were checking to see if I still had a pussy. I was afraid that Scott Morgan might have licked it off during our one o'clock party today."

Laughing, Amy pulled the hem of her skirt up to her waist. She wasn't wearing panties. As all three of us looked at her shaved pussy, she said, "You'd better check mine too. Randy Paulson spent the better part of the last hour down there.

Mel studied her. After a moment she said, "Looks okay to me. What do you think Michael?"

"In order to be absolutely certain I'd need to make a closer examination, but from here I have to say that it looks pretty good to me."

"It looks pretty good to you? I see." Amy was working hard to maintain a straight face. After taking another moment to further consider my statement, she said, "Knowing that you're an admitted voyeur and a self proclaimed connoisseur of the female body I have to ask you a question."

Mel was watching us, barely able to contain her laughter.

I said, "Go ahead."

"Have you ever seen a pussy that didn't look pretty good to you?"

I took a second to consider Amy's question and then I shook my head and said, "Nope, I can't say that I have."

Mel burst out laughing. 

Grinning, Amy rolled her eyes and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

I said, "I just finished playing golf. Would you mind if I joined you?"

Amy looked at the tent my erection was creating in the front of my trousers and answered, "You can but there isn't going to be any hanky panky while we shower."

"I understand. You just finished working."

Amy smiled. "No, that's not the problem. I'd love to give you a blow job, but I'm not going to do it."

Mel said, "Micheal when Jeanne calls we both want you to be as excited as you can possibly be. Listening to her tell us about her date with Trent is going to be fun. We want you to be in the correct frame of mind so you can truly appreciate the moment. That's why I haven't pulled my shorts back up. Actually I think I might just take them off and walk around bottomless for the rest of the afternoon and evening."

"I like that idea. I think I'll do it too, but it's going to get cold. I'll bring down a couple of sweatshirts for us to wear." Turning to me, Amy said, "Are you also going to join the no pants club?"

Chuckling, I said, "How could I possibly refuse."

"Do you have a sweatshirt with you?"

"I have several."

"Good, sweatshirts only just became the required attire for the evening. Mel would you like to join us in the shower?"

"Thank you, but I took one after my last date. I'm in an exciting part of my book. I think I'll just stay out here and read." Mel pulled her shorts the rest of the way down. After she stepped out of them she handed them to Amy and said, "Would you please put these away for me. I don't think I'll be needing them again this afternoon."

"I'd be happy to do it." And then taking my hand Amy said, "Come on cucky we want to be finished with our shower before your wife calls."

As we left the veranda I said, "Cucky?"

Amy answered, "Damn right, tonight I hope we can help you discover just how much fun it is to be a cuckold. I love watching guys fuck Mel and she likes watching me too."



Awakenings Ch. 15



This story is the fifteenth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous fourteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

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The shower Amy and I shared was almost platonic, but not quite. We were two healthy adults and we were naked. The temptation to wash each other was irresistible. Aware that the evening's real fun lay ahead of us, we forced ourselves to maintain a moderate amount of decorum. Neither of us wanted to do anything that might dampen our ardor. Amy washed my cock and balls. While she spent quite a bit of time with her soapy fingers wrapped around my erection, she was careful to make sure I didn't lose control and cum. When it was my turn to wash her, Amy leaned against the shower wall with her eyes closed. She purred softly while my soapy fingertips gently cleansed her most intimate places, but I was judicious about excessive stimulation. I realized that Amy had already entertained two men that day. I didn't want to wear her out.

After our shower Amy found baggy sweatshirts for both Mel and herself while I went to the guest room where my clothes were stored and grabbed a sweatshirt for myself.

It was 4:20 when Amy and I left the bedroom to rejoin Mel. According to the previous night's plan Jeanne would be calling in ten minutes. I was excited.

When we walked into the living room Amy and I looked around and immediately noticed that while we'd been showering upstairs, Mel had been busy downstairs. The gas fireplace was going making the space around the couch toasty warm. All three of us were naked from the waist down so that was important. Mel had also hooked my laptop computer up to the big screen television at the opposite end of the room. A movie featuring Julia Ann and a handsome well endowed man was playing with the volume turned off.

Three brandy Manhattans on coasters, a bowl of carrots, cup of ranch dressing and a stack of napkins had been set on the coffee table in front of the couch. Since we wouldn't be eating dinner until after we finished talking to Jeanne the carrots and dip were a welcome pick-me-up.

As we sat down in front of the fireplace Amy and I noticed that Mel had covered the couch with three large bath towels. We both looked her.

Shrugging, Mel said, "We're not wearing pants. When I get excited I squirt. Michael you leak. Amy, she's from Wisconsin. Everyone knows that Wisconsin girls get messy when they're hot to trot."

Amy and I smiled.

Mel continued. "This way we can relax and not worry about what's happening to the couch. Besides the soft terry cloth feels good on my bare butt."

Chuckling, Amy said, "Mel honey, as usual you're right. The towels are an excellent idea."

We sat down, Mel on my right and Amy on my left. As soon as we were settled Mel picked up her Manhattan. Amy and I followed her lead.

Holding up her glass, Mel said, "A toast."

Amy and I held up our glasses.

Continuing, Mel said, "To Jeanne's lust and our mutual enjoyment of it."

Amy said, "Hear hear."

I smiled.

We clinked our glasses. As we each took a sip of our Manhattans the telephone rang.

All three of us set our cocktails back on the coffee table. The telephone handset was lying on the end table next to Mel. She picked it up and switched on the speaker. As she laid it on the coffee table in front of us she said, "Hi Jeanne. This is Mel. Amy and Michael are here too. The speaker is on. All of us can hear you."

Amy and I both said, "Hi Jeanne."

Jeanne said, "Hi everyone."

Mel said, "Jeanne, I'm going to get right to the point. How was your date with Trent?"

There was a brief pause and then Jeanne cautiously said, "It was fine."

Amy said, "It was fine? Jeanne, I don't think you're being honest with us. You've been looking forward to this date all week. It was either a wonderful afternoon or it was disappointing. Fine is a little too circumspect. I'm guessing that you're trying to spare Michael's feelings."

Jeanne quietly answered, "I'm a little anxious about this. Michael, I've already hurt you so many times since all of this started. I love you. I don't want to risk hurting you again."

Mel wrapped her fingers around my erect cock. "Jeanne don't worry, we're taking care of Michael for you. Right now all three of us are sitting on the couch in front of the fire place wearing sweatshirts, nothing but sweatshirts."

"Really?"

"That's right, we're naked from the waist down. On top of that, as we speak I'm holding on to Michael's cock and believe me honey, he's sporting some serious wood right now."

"Michael, is that true? Do you have an erection?"

"Yes Jeanne, I do."

"Is it because your with Mel and Amy and you're all partially naked?"

"Well that certainly adds to the excitement, but mostly it's because I'm eager to hear about your date with Trent."

"Really?"

"Yes, I've been excited about it all day."

Laughing, Amy said, "His dick's been making a tent in the front of his pants since he got up this morning."

Jeanne giggled. "I love hearing that."

Mel said, "Your hubby's had a chubby for the entire day."

I grinned. Amy shook her head. I could hear Jeanne giggling even louder.

Continuing, Mel said, "Your sweetie is ready and rarin to hear every naughty little detail about your date."

Jeanne asked, "Michael, is that true?"

"Yes Jeanne, it is."

Mel added, "Jeanne, Michael couldn't be in a better situation to hear about this. He's sandwiched between two half naked women who are taking turns fondling his cock. In addition to that, a Julia Ann porn movie is playing on the big screen television behind us."

Laughing, Jeanne said, "I'll bet Michael loves that."

Amy said, "Every once in a while we catch him looking over his shoulder at the movie. I'm pretty sure he's imagining that you're Julia Ann."

"He thinks I look like her. I'm sure I'm not as pretty as she is and I'm not a blond."

I said, "Jeanne you're every bit as pretty as she is. You both have beautiful eyes. Baby I love your eyes. In San Francisco you said that you were considering bleaching your hair. I think you should do it."

"Really? You'd be okay with that?"

"I would. Do you think Trent would like it?"

Jeanne paused. After a moment she asked, "Do you care?"

"Actually Jeanne, I do. I now view your relationship with Trent as nothing more than a high school flirtation. It's superficial, but it's fun and exciting for you. I love you. You've offered to stop this new lifestyle, but I've come to understand that it's something you need to do. If you're going to do it you might as well get as much fun out of it as you possibly can."

Next to me, Amy said, "Michael I think that's a really good way to look at this."

Jeanne said, "I do too, but you are right Michael. If you want me to stop playing around I will. All you have to do is ask me."

"No Jeanne, as I just said, I now understand that this is something you want and need to do. Honestly I have to admit that now that I'm getting used to it I'm starting to enjoy it too."

"Michael I love hearing you say that. I'm crazy about being a slut. I'm beginning to feel like this was my destiny."

Mel laughed. "Jeanne, you're talking to two women who understand that feeling very well."

Jeanne said, "Mel and Amy, I'd really like to talk to you about all of this."

"So would we Jeanne, but not tonight. Tonight we want to hear about your date."

"Okay, Michael please remember that I love you."

Mel said, "Don't worry Jeanne, we're here to support Michael. This is the perfect moment for total honesty."

"All right, here goes. Jeanne paused for a moment and then she started giggling like a school girl. "Oh my god it was so hot!"

Mel squeezed my cock. "Tell us!"

"This morning I realized why I want to have a boyfriend. Both Trent and I knew exactly why he was coming over. We weren't going to have to waste time with social niceties. When I got dressed I didn't have to worry about propriety at all. I dressed for sex. All I wore was a white, lace trimmed silk chemise with nothing underneath it. I'm sorry Michael, but I really am a slut."

"It's okay Jeanne. You don't have to apologize. I'm beginning to realize that I love being married to a slut."

Jeanne said, "Baby hearing you say that makes me so happy."

"It makes me pretty happy too."

Amy asked, "Is the chemise you wore sheer?"

"It is. You can see a hint of everything, even my pussy."

Mel said, "That sounds hot. Did Trent like it?"

"He loved it. When he saw me the first thing he said was, Now that's what I'm talkin about." Jeanne mimicked a man's deep voice.

We all smiled.

Amy asked, "What did you say to him?"

"I told him that I was pleased he liked it because I bought it to wear just for him." Jeanne paused. After a moment she quickly said, "I'm sorry Michael, that came out wrong. I promise I'll wear that chemise for you in San Antonio."

"Jeanne, it's okay. When you decide you like a guy there's nothing wrong with buying something to wear just for him."

"It doesn't bother you?"

"It will only bother me if you stop buying sexy clothes to wear for me."

Jeanne giggled. "I'll never stop doing that. When we're in San Antonio I plan to dress so sexy for you. You're going to spend the entire week walking around town with a slut on your arm. What do you think about that big guy?"

"I can't wait."

"Neither can I."

Mel said, "Would you two love birds mind if we get back to today's topic? I for one want to hear more about the date."

Jeanne said, "I'm sorry Mel, it's just that I miss Michael so much. When I do get a chance to talk to him it's hard not to try to savor it."

"Jeanne we're talking every evening now. Unless one of us has plans on a particular night I can't think of any reason that we shouldn't keep doing that."

"You mean if I have a date?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean."

"Couldn't I still call you after I get home from my date? Most of my playmates are married so my evenings generally end fairly early. That's also one of the advantages of dressing like a slut."

"I don't understand."

"When I meet a guy my appearance suggests that he might not have to work too hard to get into my panties. It saves a little time."

Laughing, I said, "I'll bet it does."

Also laughing, Amy said, "I hate to tell you this Jeanne, but women in my profession have been aware of that trick for a very long time."

"Amy I know you're right, but middle class suburban housewives seem to have to figure everything out on their own."

"And of course the middle class housewives who have that inclination still have to have husbands who are willing to accept seeing them dressed like sluts when they go out for the evening." Mel was laughing too.

Amy said, "Jeanne, don't worry. As long as Michael is staying with us we'll call you every night and if it's more convenient for you, you can call us. It's earlier here and Mel and I are ladies of the evening. We're used to staying up late."

I chuckled. "Ladies of the evening? Most of your current clientele go to bed immediately after the end of the six o'clock news."

"When we were working in Vegas our first date was usually at ten o'clock." Mel stuck her tongue out at me. "Think about that Mr. Smarty pants."

Jeanne laughed. "Mr. Smarty pants, I like that."

Shaking my head, I said, "Let's get back to your date."

"Michael, are you sure? I'm having a really good time right now."

"I am too, but I think hearing about your date will be even more fun."

Mel asked, "Jeanne, after Trent saw you in your chemise did he kiss you? Remember, Michael is enjoying this. Right now I'm holding his cock. Believe me, you really can be totally honest."

"Michael are you certain you want to hear this?"

"Yes Jeanne, I'm certain, I'm very certain."

There was a moment of silence and then Jeanne said, "Yes, Trent kissed me and it was wonderful. When he walked into the house and saw how I was dressed he smiled. We greeted each other and then he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. He didn't ask for my permission, he just did it. He kissed me hard on the lips and forced his tongue into my mouth. While he kissed me he held me with one arm and pawed me with his free hand. He groped my tits, my ass and even my pussy. Michael he shoved his hand under my chemise and rubbed my cunt with his fingers. I was so turned on I was gushing."

"You enjoyed it."

"Yes Michael, I did. I love making tender love with you, but sometimes it's fun to be treated like a nasty slut."

Mel was slowly pumping my cock.

Amy said, "I know exactly what you mean. I wouldn't want it all the time, but once in awhile it is fun to be taken by an aggressive man."

Jeanne said, "It is." And then she continued. "Suddenly his hands were on my shoulders. I felt him pushing me to the floor. I didn't resist. I didn't want to resist. I knew what he wanted. I wanted to do it for him. I was eager to do it for him. Once I was on my knees the tent in his trousers was directly in front of my face. I touched it, I felt it. Trent unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Every nerve in my body was tingling with excitement as he pulled his enormous erect cock out of his open trousers.

Still slowly pumping my cock Mel leaned over and said, "Close your eyes Michael, close your eyes and picture your wife kneeling in front of another man. His pants are open, his huge cock is free and jutting out in front of him inches from your wife's lips."

Amy and Jeanne were both listening to Mel.

I closed my eyes.

Mel asked, "Are you picturing them?"

I breathlessly answered, "Yes."

"What do you want Jeanne to do?"

"I want her to suck Trent's cock."

"Tell her. It's important for her to know that."

"Jeanne."

"Yes Michael." Jeanne's voice was raspy with excitement.

"I want you to suck Tent's cock."

Mel said, "Tell her why Michael. Tell her why you want her to do that."

I said, "Because I love you and I now know how much you enjoy doing it."

"Is that the only reason?" Mel was still slowly stroking my cock.

"No."

"Tell her the rest."

"Hearing about you doing it excitements me."

Jeanne said, "Thank you Michael, I do enjoy doing it and knowing that it excites you makes it even more fun for me."

Next to me I heard Amy gasp and then she shuddered. I immediately realized that she'd just had a small orgasm.

Mel realized it too. Giggling, she said, "My girl friend just popped."

Jeanne asked, "You mean Amy just came?"

"Damn right, it happens all the time. She's from Wisconsin. Girl's from Wisconsin cum really easy."

Laughing, Jeanne said, "I'm from Minnesota. I've heard that same thing about girls from Wisconsin." But then she quickly added. "Amy I don't blame you. You're not the only one who's excited."

Mel said, "Jeanne we prepared for this. We're not wearing pants and we're sitting on bath towels."

Jeanne giggled. "This is the first time I've ever had phone sex. I like it."

Now recovered from her orgasm, Amy asked, "Jeanne, what are you wearing?"

"Slacks and a sweatshirt."

"A sweatshirt, that's perfect. Take off your slacks and you'll be dressed just like us."

"Can I call you back in minute?"

Amy answered, "Of course you can."

"I'll be right back." Jeanne ended the call.

As soon as Jeanne hung up Amy turned to me and asked, "Are you enjoying this Michael?"

Slowly shaking my head, I answered, "I have to admit that I really am."

"Good, you should be. It's just fun and nothing else."

"I'm finally beginning to believe that."

The telephone rang.

Mel picked it up, switched on the speaker and set it back on the coffee table.

Jeanne said, "I'm back. Can everyone hear me?"

I said, "Hi Jeanne, yes all three of us can hear you."

Mel and Amy both said, "Hi Jeanne, we're still here."

Amy asked, "Are you dressed more appropriately now?"

"Yes, I took off my slacks and panties and laid a towel on the couch. I also turned up the heat and I have my vibrator with me."

Mel giggled, "Oh honey, you are ready. A vibrator is every girl's good friend."

Amy said, "Jeanne, tell us about the rest of your afternoon with Trent."

"Okay." Jeanne paused to take a breath and then she said, "I was on my knees in front of Trent. He took his cock out of his open pants. He was hard, really hard. Michael, a stiff cock is so exciting; especially when it's right in front of my face."

Next to me, Mel said, "That is so true."

Amy and I laughed.

"As soon as it was free I wrapped my fingers around it and kissed it." Jeanne giggled. "I guess kissing it isn't quite accurate. I actually made out with it. I do that at Brady's too. When I'm giving a guy a blow job in his car I love to close my eyes and make out with his cock. I kiss it and lick it and rub it against my lips and cheeks. I'm sorry Michael, but I really have developed a passion for cocks."

Amy said, "We understand Jeanne. Mel and I share that same passion."

Still holding my erection, Mel said, "We do. Both Amy and I are madly in love with cocks."

Jeanne said, "But I thought you were lesbians."

Amy said, "No Jeanne, we're bisexual."

Mel giggled. "That's right, we'll fuck anybody."

We all laughed.

Jeanne said, "I'm glad Michael met you. You're both so open and honest about sex. I think talking to you is good for both of us."

Amy said, "We're enjoying both of you too."

There was a moment of silence and then Mel said, "Okay, you were on your knees making out with Trent's cock. What happened next?"

"I was pretty excited and feeling really slutty. I slipped Trent's cock into my mouth and sucked him. He was excited too, so he came almost immediately. That was what I wanted. I've learned that with most guys you have to get that first orgasm over quickly. That way, after you get him up again you can settle down and enjoy some serious sex."

Mel nodded. "Most guys cum quickly the first time."

"Jeanne, did you let Trent cum in your mouth?"

"No Michael, I didn't. I told you in San Francisco that you're the only man who gets to do that."

"I know and I appreciate that, but since Trent is special I thought you might want to make an exception for him."

"Michael, you're the only man who's special." Jeanne paused. After a moment she said, "Baby letting a man cum in my mouth or my pussy is a very personal act for me. I would have to be deeply attached to a man before I'd let him do that."

"I understand."

"It's also a health issue."

"You mentioned that in San Francisco."

"Trent and I discussed this during our first date. He understands and accepts the rule that he has to wear a condom when we have intercourse and he can't cum in my mouth when I suck him."

Amy said, "That's a good rule Jeanne."

"Thanks Amy. Michael?"

"Yes Jeanne."

"Now that we're talking about doing things for Trent there is something I'd like to discuss with you."

"You mean licking his ass."

"No we talked about that in San Francisco. You already gave me permission to do that with him."

"Yes I did. Did you do it?"

"I did and he loved it."

Mel clapped her hands. "Way to go girl. You're becoming a first class slut."

Jeanne giggled. "Thank you Mel. Michael, I promise that I'll tell you about that later. Right now there's something else I want to discuss with you."

"Okay."

"I've been watching some of your dvd's. Amy, Mel, Michael has a large collection of porn dvd's at home. He keeps them in his office."

Amy said, "That's not a big surprise."




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Mel nodded, "It certainly isn't."

I smiled sheepishly.

Jeanne said, "I'm trying to get really good at giving blow jobs so I've been watching them."

Amy said, "We did that too. There are some porn stars who give pretty creative head."

"There are and I've learned a lot. I think I've gotten much better at using my tongue."

Mel giggled. "Licking a cock is fun."

I said, "While I'm not exactly an experienced connoisseur of fellatio, I thought you were outstanding in San Francisco."

"Thank you Michael. I tried hard when I was with you."

"I know you did and your efforts were appreciated."

Amy said, "I don't understand. What does this have to do with Trent? I'm sure you're trying to give him good blow jobs too, but that's something Michael expects."

Nodding, I said, "That's right, I just assume he's getting your best effort."

"He is, but there's something else."

"what is it?"

"I've watched the women in the movies deep throat cocks and I'd like to try doing it. I'd like to do it for Trent. I think he'd enjoy it."

Mel said, "Jeanne honey, are you sure about this? Amy and I both used to do it in Vegas. It's not fun. Basically you're choking yourself with the guy's cock. We learned to do it because lots of guys requested it. It was an extra service and believe me it required a very large tip in advance."

"I know that. I can tell from the movies that it's uncomfortable, but I'd still like to try it. It seems really slutty and I'm sure Trent would love it."

Amy said, "Why didn't you try it today?"

"Because I've vowed that I will never again do something with another man that I haven't already done with Michael."

Mel said, "I see. You're going to be with Michael at Christmas. You can do it with him then."

I said, "Jeanne, you'd like to do it for Trent the next time you get together with him, wouldn't you?"

"Yes Michael, I really would."

"Go ahead, you have my permission."

"Are you sure Michael?"

"Yes Jeanne, I'm positive. Do you remember the discussion we had in San Francisco about givers and takers."

"Yes, of course I do. We decided that we're both givers. That's one of the reasons I enjoy dating other men so much. It's fun to play with a taker."

Amy said, "And Trent is a taker."

Jeanne said, "Oh yes."

"When you licked my ass in San Francisco you told me that you would always reserve that pleasure for me and me alone. Do you remember what I told you?"

"Yes, you told me that you loved doing it for me, but you were indifferent to having it done to you. You told me that if I needed to reserve a pleasure for just you it should be licking my ass."

Mel said, "That's our boy."

Amy said, "In our house everybody licks everybody's ass. I hope that's all right with you."

Laughing, Jeanne said, "Of course it's all right. It makes me want to visit you even more."

Mel said, "Get an airplane ticket. We'll pick you up at the airport tomorrow."

Sighing, Jeanne said, "I wish I could, but I can't."

Amy said, "We understand."

Getting us back on track, I said, "Do you remember that I said the same thing about anal intercourse."

"You mean that you didn't find doing it particularly exciting so I shouldn't be concerned about reserving that solely for you either?"

"That's right."

Amy asked, "Michael, don't you enjoy butt fucking?"

"Not particularly, when I tried it in San Francisco it seemed like it was much ado about nothing. Like ass licking, I think it's mostly a power and domination pleasure. I'll grant you that fucking is fucking and it is pleasurable, but I think pussy fucking is more fun. Do you enjoy getting fucked in the ass?"

Mel said, "I think we both feel like you do. It's okay, but we prefer pussy fucking too. If a guy wants it he can do it, but again it requires a generous tip. Still there are women who love it. In fact in Vegas we knew a couple of girls who actually advertised themselves as ass whores."

Jeanne said, "Ass whores? I have to admit that I find that title exciting."

Amy asked, "Jeanne, do you like getting fucked in the ass?"

There was a long pause. Finally Jeanne said, "Michael please don't be upset, but I let Trent have my butt this afternoon and I have to admit that I really did enjoy it."

"Jeanne, I'm not upset. In San Francisco I told you that you could let Trent do that."

"Michael you're not hearing me. I enjoyed it, I really enjoyed it. It made me feel so incredibly slutty."

"Did Trent like it?"

"He loved it."

"Good, now the two of you have something you can enjoy together."

"Michael are you being sarcastic?"

"No Jeanne, I'm not. Anal sex isn't important to me. Since you like it I'll certainly do it with you any time you ask, but I suspect you'd enjoy it more with Trent. The two of you have a different sexual relationship than you and I have. That's why you're dating him. Actually it might be fun if we made it into a game. You should eagerly lick Trent's ass, deep throat his cock and let him fuck your ass; but you should refuse to do any of those things with me."

Amy and Mel both stared at me.

Jeanne cried, "Michael!"

I laughed. "Hey were playing a game. In this game I'm your cuckold, let's have a little fun with it."

Slowly nodding, Amy said, "I think I get it. Denial is often a big part of a cuckold-hot wife marriage. Michael is offering to play a subdued form of that game by telling you to deny him some pleasures that he actually doesn't care about. Michael, can she tell Trent?"

"If I correctly understand that question, yes of course she can. That would be a big part of the fun."

Jeanne said, "I don't understand."

Amy said, "Jeanne, Michael is offering you a way to have a little more fun with Trent. The next time he fucks your ass, you lick his ass or you deep throat him you can tell him that you won't do those things for anyone else, not even your husband."

"Michael, won't that upset you?"

Smiling Mel said, "If you only deny him things that he doesn't care about anyway it doesn't matter. It will be nothing more than a little fantasy game you play with Trent."

I said, "She's right Jeanne. If you stop wearing sexy clothes for me, refuse to let me have intercourse with you or quit giving me blow jobs I'll be upset. Denying me things that I don't care about will just be a kinky little game and I'm beginning to discover that I enjoy playing kinky little games."

I paused to think. After a moment, I continued. "But Jeanne remember what we talked about last night when we were discussing my nightmare. I'm not actually a masochist. I don't have any desire to be humiliated or hurt. A time will come when I'm going to meet some of your men friends. When that happens I expect them to be polite to me. If they try to be overbearing or demeaning I expect you to intervene. If they don't heed your admonishment I expect you to ask them to leave. I will not be abused or even belittled, especially in my own house."

"Of course Michael, I would never allow one of my men friends to be rude to you. If one of them decides to be rude, I'll demand that he apologize to you. If he refuses I'll demand that he leave Immediately."

"Thank you Jeanne. There is one more thing."

"What's that?"

"I will never wear a chastity device."

Jeanne giggled. "Michael I could never imagine you doing that. Besides, when I'm playing with a man in my boudoir the possibility that you might be jacking off in the next room will make it even more exciting for me."

I smiled.

Mel said, "Jeanne, when I come to visit can I sit in the next room with Michael and masturbate too. I'm discovering that I'm just as much of voyeur as he is."

We all started laughing.

Jeanne said, "I think the four of us are going to have a lot of fun together."

Laughing, Mel said, "We are."

Agreeing, Amy said, "Yes we are and I guess I'm turning into a voyeur too. I want to hear more about your date with Trent. You were on your knees giving him a blow job in your living room. You told us that he didn't cum in your mouth, so where did he cum?"

"He warned me when he was close. I pulled the straps of my chemise off of my shoulders..."

Clapping her hands, Mel exclaimed, "I love it. You dropped your chemise and let him cum all over your tits."

"I did. It was so hot." Jeanne paused. After a moment she worriedly asked, "Michael, was that okay?"

"Are you asking me that because you enjoyed it?"

"I guess so."

"You're even more insecure about all of this then I am."

"Michael, it's all so confusing. I really do want to do this, but I'm terrified that I'm going to hurt you. When I started all of this I screwed up so badly. Now I'm afraid that I'm going to say something stupid and make it even worse."

"Jeanne, remember what we discussed the other day. The key to making this work is good communication. If you say something that makes me feel bad I promise that I'll tell you so we can talk about it."

"Okay." Jeanne's voice was quiet. It was clear that she was still feeling insecure.

I continued. "As to what you just told me, I have to admit that while I can't begin to explain why, hearing about it excites me almost as much as doing it excited you."

"Really?"

"Yes Jeanne, the image of you sucking Trent's cock and then dropping your chemise so that he could cum on your tits is driving me wild. Were you jacking him off when he came?"

Giggling, Jeanne said, "I was. Micheal, can I tell you something?"

"Of course."

"Watching a guy cum is really fun, especially when I'm making it happen."

"Jeanne, imagining you making guys cum is fun for me."

Mel said, "I love making guys cum too, but after hanging around with Michael for a few days I'm starting to think that maybe I like hearing about it just as much. Jeanne as soon as we're done talking to you I want to watch Amy give Michael a blow job while I rub myself off."

"I wish I could be there, but I'd want to suck Michael while you and Amy watch. Michael you're a voyeur and I'm beginning to realize that I'm an exhibitionist."

Mel laughed. "This just keeps getting better. The two of you really do compliment each other perfectly."

Amy said, "Jeanne, if you come to Tucson you could dance at Danny's Lounge."

"Amy, I'm forty-nine years old. Men aren't going to want to watch me strip."

Shaking her head, Mel said, "Jeanne, we've seen your pictures. Believe me, there are lots of guys at Danny's who would go wild when you got up on the stage."

"Really?"

Laughing, Amy said, "Definitely, Jeanne you are the quintessential MILF."

Giggling, Jeanne said; "I like that title. It's almost as good as hot wife and slut."

I laughed. "I think we should change it to MWLF."

Amy looked at me. "MWLF?"

"A mother who likes to fuck."

"I like that title even better, especially since my husband just bestowed it on me."

Mel said, "Okay Ms. Hot wife, exhibitionist, MWLF..."

Amy said, "Don't forget slut."

"Definitely don't forget slut." Now Jeanne was laughing. Amy, Mel and I were too.

Mel said, "Okay, Ms. wife of many titles; Let's hear more about your date with Trent."

Shaking her head, Amy said, "Mel you really are turning into a voyeur."

"Damn right I am. I'm from Chicago. Everybody knows that girls from Chicago are voyeurs at heart."

Jeanne said, "Actually I didn't know that."

"Yeah but you used to be a prude."

I said, "But Mel you do have to admit that she's learning quickly."

"Hell yes she is! Jeanne you're well on your way to becoming the Albert Einstein of sucking and fucking."

Jeanne asked, "Does that mean you're going to start calling me Professor Nolan?"

Grinning, Mel said, "Yeah and you can put the initials MWLF after your name."

Amy rolled her eyes. "Okay, enough nonsense. I want to hear more about your date."

Jeanne said, "All right, as soon as Trent was finished ejaculating I stood up, took his hand and led him to Tricia's old bedroom."

"Did he zip up or was his big dick still hanging out of the front of his pants." Mel winked at me. "I think that's an important detail, don't you agree?"

Chuckling, I said, "How could I not?"

"He didn't zip up. He knew it wasn't necessary." Jeanne was giggling again.

Mel pressed. "So his dick was hanging out of his pants?"

Still giggling, Jeanne said, "Yes Mel, it was."

"Okay, you're in Tricia's old bedroom and Trent's dick is hanging out of his pants. What happened next?" Amy clearly wanted to hear the rest of the story.

"Trent started undressing. While he was doing that I wiped his cum off of my breasts with one of the hand towels I now keep in Tricia's room. Then I took off my chemise and pulled down the covers on the bed."

Amy said, "You were turning the bed into a playground."

"I was and that's how we used it."

Mel said, "Tell us."

"It was so much fun. I'm sorry Michael, but it really was."

"That's okay Jeanne. If it wasn't fun we shouldn't be doing this. Now share the fun. Tell us what happened."

"Okay, As soon as Trent was naked he lay down on the bed with his head resting on two pillows. I crawled between his legs and started playing with his cock."

Amy asked, "Was he hard again?"

"Not yet, but as I played with it his cock started to grow."

Mel grinned. "That's one of the reasons cocks are so much fun. They start out as soft, cuddly toys; but if you free one of them and play with it, especially if you give it a kiss, it will grow into an angry snake eager to spew it's potent venom."

Laughing, Amy said, "Mel that's a great metaphor."

"Of course it was. I was born in Chicago."

Rolling her eyes, Amy said, "And everyone born in Chicago is a natural poet."

"Damn right."

"So what's your favorite poem?" Amy was now shaking her head.

Mel quickly answered, "That's easy, There once was a man from Nantucket..."

Amy and I immediately joined in. "Who's cock was so long he could suck it. He said with a grin as he wiped off his chin, if my ear was a cunt I could fuck it."

Amy, Mel and I all laughed.

After a moment Jeanne said, "All of you knew that?"

Amy said, "Of course we did, didn't you?"

Jeanne said, "No, I've never heard it before."

"Really?" Mel was clearly surprised by Jeanne's admission.

"I guess I was sheltered. When did you learn it?"

Mel shrugged. "I don't know; elementary school, maybe the sixth grade."

"The sixth grade? Mel when I was in the sixth grade I'd never even heard the words cunt and cock. If somebody had talked about sucking I wouldn't have had a clue what they meant."

I quietly said, "It's okay Jeanne, we're all products of our environment."

Amy said, "That's right honey, and now you're doing everything you can to overcome your sheltered origin."

Jeanne said, "It was pretty funny. Are there any more poems like that?"

Mel said, "That's the only one I know."

Amy nodded in agreement.

I said, "I know one more."

Mel said, "Tell us."

"Okay, I think it's a from World War I. There once was a maiden from France who boarded a troop train by chance. Everyone fucked her except the conductor and he shot off in his pants."

Mel clapped her hands. "I love it."

Giggling, Jeanne said, "I'm ashamed to admit it, but being that maiden is a very hot fantasy."

Amy stared at me. She was smiling. After a moment I asked, "What?"

"You'd like to be the conductor, wouldn't you? You'd like to watch all those guys taking turns fucking Jeanne."

Suddenly embarrassed, I stammered, "I ah...I don't..."

Realizing what Amy was implying, Mel said, "It's okay Michael, watching is fun."

Jeanne quietly said, "Michael."

Embarrassed, I said, "Jeanne, I'm sorry. You must think I'm a complete..."

"No Michael, I don't. It might be better to leave it as a fantasy, but if I ever do pull a train." Jeanne paused and asked, "That's the right term, isn't it?"

Amy said, "Yes that's right."

"Michael, if I ever do pull a train, I'd love it if you'd be willing to be my conductor."

Grinning, I said, "Jeanne, I think you're right. It might be better to leave that as a fantasy, but I have to admit that it is one very hot fantasy."



Awakenings Ch. 16



This story is the sixteenth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous fifteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

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Mel said, "Okay enough poetry, back to your date. Trent was lying on the bed. You were on your stomach between his legs playing with his cock. It was growing."

"Yes it was and when I started kissing and licking it again it grew even faster."

"I'll bet it did." Amy was chuckling.

"Once Trent was fully erect I sucked him for a minute or two and then I slipped down and started licking his balls."

"I'll bet he loved that." As she said that, Mel gave my cock a gentle squeeze.

"He did, but he liked what I did next even more."

I asked, "What did you do?"

Mel said, "I know. This is when you did it, isn't it?"

Jeanne breathlessly answered, "Yes, I was so excited. While I was licking Trent's balls I pushed his hips up and slipped my tongue down to that spot between his ball sack and the crack of his ass. When he felt me licking him there he went wild. He pulled his feet up and gave me full access. I grabbed his cock with one hand and held him up with the other and then I did it. First I licked the crack of his ass and then I licked his asshole. While I licked him I slowly pumped his cock with my hand. He was so hard."

I asked, "Weren't you afraid you might make him cum again?"

"Michael, I'm sorry. At that moment I was so turned on I didn't care."

"It's okay, I understand."

Mel asked, "You told us Trent was going wild. Did he say anything to you?"

"He did."

"What did he say?"

"When I pushed my tongue into his ass he told me no one had ever done that to him before."

"What did you say to him?" Mel was still squeezing my cock.

"I asked him if he liked it."

Mel laughed. "I'll bet he did."

"He told me he loved it and then he asked me if I liked doing it to him."

I asked, "What did you tell him?"

"I told him I loved doing it. I loved it because it was really slutty and I loved being a slut."

Amy said, "You were excited."

"I was. I was so excited. I actually had a little orgasm while I was doing it and I wasn't even playing with myself."

Mel asked, "What did Trent say when you told him you loved being a slut?"

Jeanne hesitated. "I ah..."

I said, "Jeanne, total honesty."

Reaching over, Amy cupped my balls in her hand. While she gently held them she said, "Jeanne, don't worry. We're taking care of your sweet baby."

Jeanne guardedly said, "He asked me if I was his slut."

"What did you tell him?" Amy was still squeezing my balls.

"I told him I'd be his slut for the rest of the afternoon and every time we get together to play I'll be his slut again. Michael, was that all right?"

When I heard Jeanne's answer I grinned and said, "Baby, that was an excellent answer. You and Trent are playmates. While you're playing you'll have more fun if you both feel free to adopt the roles that excite the two of you the most."

"Thank you Michael, you really are a wonderful husband."

"Jeanne I'm trying hard to make this work. I will admit that right now it's easier because I'm getting some pretty intense support from my new friends."

Laughing, Jeanne asked, "Amy and Mel are both of you holding Michael's cock?"

Amy answered, "No, Mel's holding his cock. I'm holding his balls."

Still laughing, Jeanne said, "Michael honey, right now you're in voyeur heaven, aren't you."

"What do you mean?"

"Two beautiful women are playing with your cock and balls, you're wife is describing a hot sex party she just had with another man and didn't you tell me there's a porn movie playing on the television behind you?"

Mel said, "There is, it's a Julia Ann movie. All three of us are imagining that it's you."

"I wish, she's so gorgeous."

Amy said, "Jeanne, you're gorgeous too."

"Where were the two of you when I was sixteen."

Mel shook her head. "We're younger than you are, but when we were sixteen both of us were at home feeling just as insecure as you were."

"But two years later both of you went to Las Vegas."

Amy said, "And you went to college. We didn't have that choice. Do you wish you would have gone to Las Vegas? Think before you answer that question. If you'd gone to Vegas you might have had a lot of fun, but you wouldn't have met Michael and you wouldn't have Tricia and Jodie."

"You're right, life is filled with trade offs." 

Mel said, "Jeanne honey, right now you're enjoying the best of both worlds."

"I'm lucky. I found Michael. He's the best thing that ever happened to me. While the girls were growing up he provided us with a stable, worry free life and now he's giving me the freedom to experience an incredibly exciting style of living."

"Mel and I've been lucky too. First we found each other, then we found Vince and now we found you and Michael." Amy leaned over and kissed my cheek. I smiled at her.

"Okay, we've all been lucky and we all love each other. Let's get back to the sex. Right now I'm so hot the towel I'm sitting on is soaked." Mel was grinning.

Laughing, Amy said, "Mel just think about how hot you're going to be later when you watch me suck Michael's cock."

"Hell! I'm so hot right now that I'm about to squirt. My clitty's harder than Michael's dick." Mel picked up my hand and placed it between her legs. She was so wet that two of my fingers easily slipped into her. She said, "Michael that feels nice, but I'd like it even better if your rubbed my clit."

Amy said, "Jeanne, Mel has a big clit. When she gets hot like this she loves to have it rubbed."

Jeanne said, "Michael honey, be a sweetheart. Rub Mel's clit for her. Get her off right now."

Laughing, I said, "I'm happy to oblige." I slipped my finger's up to Mel's clit. Fully engorged, it was large, almost a tiny cock. This wasn't a surprise. I'd already spent several evenings with my face buried between Mel's gorgeous brown thighs.

As soon as I touched her I felt Mel shudder. She was close, very close. She whispered, "Oh yeah baby, that feels so nice. Harder, do it harder. You don't need to be gentle. Rub it for me. Make me cum."

I pressed my fingers against Mel's clit and rubbed her hard and fast. She started gyrating her hips in response. "Yes Michael, that's what I want! Rub me off! Rub me off like a slut."

Jeanne whispered, "This is so hot. I'm glad I have my vibrator with me."

Amy asked, "Are you using it right now?"

"Oh yes."

"I wish I was there. I'd love to lick you."

"I've never been licked by a girl."

"Would you like to try it?"

"Very much."

"When we finally meet for real we'll do a little love box, all four of us. I get you and you can have Mel."

"I've never gone down on a girl."

"Believe me, you'll love it."

Laughing, I said, "Trust me Jeanne, it is wonderful."

Suddenly Mel arched her back and cried out, "Oh shit!" A flood of her cum gushed from the lips of her cunt. And then she started to alternately laugh and cry as her orgasm surged through her loins.

I kept rubbing Mel. I knew that was what she liked.

Giggling, Amy said, "My girlfriend is a screamer."

From the telephone we heard Jeanne gasp and then whisper, "Yesss! Yesss! Yesss! Oh Yesss!" As her orgasm erupted.

I felt Mel beginning to relax. I pulled my hand away from her cunt. Amy and I waited in silence. 

After a moment Jeanne laughed and said, "Oh my god, that's the first time I've ever cum while I was talking on the telephone."

"It's fun, isn't it." Mel was giggling.

"Yes it is. Amy you didn't cum."

"Not yet."

"Michael, don't you think you should be a gentleman and get her off?"

Laughing, I said, "I'm not sure it will make me a gentleman, but I would love to get her off." I turned to Amy. She lasciviously spread her thighs and pointed at the floor in front of her.

I said, "That's an invitation I'll never turn down." 

I got down on my knees between Amy's thighs. As I buried my face in her cunt Jeanne asked, "Mel what's happening?"

Mel said, "Your sweet husband is on his knees eating my girlfriend's pussy. Her eyes are closed. She's clearly enjoying the experience. Your husband is quite adept at giving oral pleasure."

"I learned that in San Francisco. During all those years I was a prude Michael wanted to go down on me when we made love. Most of the time I stupidly refused to even consider the idea. The few times I did relent and allow him to do it I was so uptight that I couldn't relax enough to actually enjoy it."

"But you enjoyed it in San Francisco."

"It was incredible. Right now I'm very envious of Amy."

Suddenly Amy arched her back and cried out, "Son of a bitch!" And then she started to shake. I pulled back and watched. My lips, cheeks, and chin were slick with her moisture

Grinning at me, Mel said, "My sweetie doesn't squirt, but she sure does get your face messy when you eat her."

I grinned back at Mel.

As I was climbing back on to the couch, Jeanne asked, "Is Michael's face wet?"

Mel answered, "His lips, cheeks and chin are coated with Amy's cum."

"Michael, does having a woman's cum on your face excite you?"

"Yes, I have to admit it does."

"I told you I won't let a guy cum in my mouth, but sometimes at Brady's I'll let a guy cum on my face. I'm learning that it excites me when they do it."

Nodding, Mel said, "It's really slutty, isn't it."

"Yes it is. Want to know something else?"

Mel answered, "Definitely."

"Walking back into Brady's with streaks of cum in my hair is exciting too."

Amy smiled. "Everyone in the bar knows you're a slut." 

"Yes they do. Michael I'm sorry, but I love it when I know other people are thinking I'm a slut."

"I realized that in San Francisco Jeanne. You're clothes and makeup are much more provocative then they used to be."

"I used to dress like a prude."

"You don't anymore."

"Does that bother you?"

"Not anymore, in fact realizing that other people know I'm married to a slut is turning out to be a big turn on for me."

Reaching over and rubbing my erect penis, Mel said, "Our sweet baby is learning to enjoy being a cuckold."

Shaking my head, I said, "While it still surprises me, I have to admit that Mel is right."

Jeanne said, "Sweetheart, that makes me very happy."

"Actually it makes me pretty happy too."

Amy, Mel and I all smiled. While I couldn't actually see her I was certain that Jeanne was smiling too.

After a moment Jeanne said, "Michael, you haven't cum yet. Amy, Mel would one of you please take care of him."

Amy shook her head. "Jeanne, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

Nodding in agreement Mel said, "I concur."

"Why? Cumming is good."

Amy said, "It is, but when men cum most of them temporarily lose their sexual ardor. If Michael really is going to be your cuckold you're going to have to remember that. If he's at home while you're entertaining a man a little sexual edge will make it easier for him to enjoy the experience."

Mel said, "And when you're telling him about a date you've just had with another man, like you are right now, it's important that he maintain a sexual edge while he's hearing about what happened. It will definitely make it more fun for him."

"Michael, is that true?"

"Jeanne, I think it is." I paused. After a moment I said, "Even when I'm watching porn I try to keep from cumming for as long as I can. That sexual high feels good. It's fun. I think this should be part of the cuckold game we're playing. When you're with another man or when you're telling me about a party you've just had with another man I shouldn't be allowed to cum until you're finished."

"You're sure?"

"I am. Actually I think this is probably one of the reasons that orgasm denial is such a big part of the cuckold fantasy."

"Okay, it's settled. You don't get to cum until I'm finished telling you about my date with Trent." Jeanne paused and then she quickly added, "But Mel and Amy, when I'm finished will you please be sure to get him off."

Laughing, Mel said, "Jeanne as soon as you're done we're going to suck and fuck your sweet baby into oblivion."

I looked at Mel and then at Amy. They were both licking their lips while they stared at me. All I could do was grin.

"Okay, that's settled. Michael gets to cum, but not until you're finished telling us about your date. Now let's get back to that. You were licking Trent's ass. What happened next?" The eager tone in Mel's voice made it clear that her orgasm had not diminished her ardor at all.

"I licked his ass for maybe a minute or two and then I moved up and started sucking his cock again. As soon as Trent realized what I was doing he sat up, rolled me over onto my back and told me he was ready to fuck his slut."

"He was ready to fuck his slut, he really said that to you?" 

"Yes Amy he did and I loved it. Michael is that all right?"

Chuckling that my wife's insecurity was just as much a problem for her as mine was for me, I said, "Yes Jeanne it's all right. I understand. This is one of your kinks. It certainly doesn't hurt anyone, so you should relax and enjoy it. Frankly, I'm enjoying it too. Being married to an avowed slut appeals to my voyeurism. That, as you well know, is one of my kinks."

"Michael, I love you so much."

"I know that Jeanne. I love you too."

Mel said, "Yes and Amy and I love both of you. Now lets get on with the story. You were on your back. Trent was about to fuck you."

Giggling at Mel's eagerness, Jeanne said, "Okay, I keep condoms on the night table next to Tricia's bed. I didn't even have to remind Trent. On his own, he picked one up and opened it. After rolling it on he climbed on top of me, grabbed my wrists, pinned me to the bed and started rubbing the head of his beautiful, big hard cock up and down my cunt. He was teasing me. I didn't care because it felt so good. Suddenly he pushed his cock into me. When he did that I must have shrieked a little. Not because it hurt, believe me it didn't. I was so wet that all of his cock, the full length slipped in easily. I shrieked because his cock felt so good inside me. Anyway, my shriek made Trent pause. While he enjoys being rough and aggressive, Trent is actually a considerate playmate. He stopped because he had to make sure he hadn't actually hurt me."

Amy said, "He sounds like a real sweetheart."

"He is."

Sensing that hearing Jeanne's new boyfriend described as a sweetheart might create some feelings of jealousy for me, Amy turned to me and said, "Don't worry Michael, you'll always be the apple of Jeanne's eye. Think about it, if she's going to have a boyfriend you really do want him to be a nice guy, don't you."

"Of course I do."

Jeanne said, "Michael you don't ever have to be jealous. You'll always own my heart."

"I know that Jeanne. You'll always own my heart too."

"Thank you Michael."

"Okay, you love Michael and Michael loves you, now back to the story. All of Trent's cock was inside you and it felt wonderful." Mel was squeezing my erection.

He fucked me Mel, I mean he really fucked me..." Jeanne paused. After a moment she said, "Michael, I'm sorry. That didn't come out right. You fuck me too, you really fuck me. You're wonderful in bed. Our weekend in San Francisco was the first time I was uninhibited enough to actually realize that, but now I do realize it. You're caring and gentle and so very graceful. With you, sex is like ball room dancing. It's magnificent. You make be feel like a ballerina or a princess."

Nodding, Amy said, "That is true. Michael you really are graceful in bed. Believe me that makes you an outstanding lover."

"She's right Michael. I can't wait to get you into bed in San Antonio. I think about it every night."

"Yes, but I'll bet you think about Trent too."

"I do, but please understand this. Trent isn't better than you. Actually you're better than Trent. A steady diet of him would get old very quickly. If I had to do it, I could be content spending the rest of my life making love with you and only you."

"But it would be more fun if you could occasionally have Trent too."

"Yes Michael, it would. With you sex is like a ballet. With Trent it's more like a wrestling match. Every once in awhile it's fun to wrestle."

"Don't worry Jeanne, I'm actually starting to get that. Sex with Trent is a different experience and that makes it exciting. All I ask is that you share it with me, like you're doing right now. That makes it exciting for me too."

Jeanne giggled. "I'm so glad I'm married to a voyeur."

"You are and I want to hear more. I want to hear every seamy little detail. Jeanne this may be hard for you to believe. It certainly amazes me. Knowing you're excited excites me. Right now I can tell you're very excited, so let's hear more of the story. Trent was fucking you, really fucking you."

"Michael, he was. He was careful not to hurt me. Like I just said, Trent really is a nice guy, but he likes to be rough and aggressive. There were times when he tossed me around on the bed like I was his personal sex doll."

Next to me, Amy said, "His personal sex doll. Ooo I like that."

Mel nodded. "Me too."

Obviously excited, Jeanne continued. "Trent fucked me for at least twenty minutes. By the time he came I'd had two wonderful orgasms. When we were finished I felt like I'd spent an hour working out in the gym."

Mel said, "Hot sweaty sex. It really is fun. What happened after Trent came. I assume you took a little break."

"We had another hour before he had to leave, but you're right. We did need a break. For a little while we lay in bed quietly. We weren't cuddling, just lying there side by side feeling good. Michael, Trent and I both understand what we're doing. It's just recreational sex and nothing more. He loves his wife and I love you."

"Thank you Jeanne. I think I now know that, but it's still comforting to occasionally hear you say it. It also helps to know that Trent feels the same way."

"He does." Jeanne paused for a moment and then she said, "Anyway, after resting for a minute or two we talked for a little while."

"May I ask what you talked about?" I was curious, but for some reason I was concerned about being intrusive.

There was a brief pause and then Jeanne said, "Of course you can ask. Michael you're my husband. I'll never keep secrets from you. You can ask me anything."

"I know, I just..."

"Don't worry sweetie. I understand. Were both still figuring out the etiquette for this new lifestyle."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"We talked about you."

"Me?"

"Yes, Trent asked about you. During our first date I told him you traveled. That's all I told him. When he asked today, I think he was trying to find out how often you're away from home."

Mel smiled. "He wants to get together with you on a regular basis."

"Yes he does and Michael if you're okay with it I'd like to do that too."

"Yes, I'm okay with it. We talked about it in San Francisco. If you're going to do this I believe it's inevitable that you're going to meet guys like Trent who you like and want to see more than one time. You're going to meet men who you'll want to see repeatedly, men who for all practical purposes will become boyfriends. I even think it's likely that you're going to develop feelings for some of these men. It's essential that we use this time I'm away to find out how that's going to affects us."

"Michael, I'll never love anyone as much as I love you."

"I believe that Jeanne, but I still think both of us are going to need time to get used to you having an occasional boyfriend. While I'm now reasonably confident that you won't fall in love with one of these men, I suspect a period of infatuation is inevitable. Infatuation is exciting. You need to feel free to express your excitement around me. I you feel compelled to hide your feelings from me I fear we'll drift apart or even worse, you'll grow to resent me. I have to experience your infatuations from beginning to end several times. That's the only way I can hope to become confident that they're only temporary. Once I gain that confidence I think it's possible I might even be able to enjoy the excitement of a new infatuation with you. That's going to take time and I think it will be easier for both of us if we try to do it while I'm away."




Awakenings Ch. 16



Jeanne was silent.

Amy said. "Jeanne, he's right. I can tell that you're already infatuated with Trent"

"But it's only temporary. Michael you're the only man I want to spend the rest of my life with. You'll always be that man."

I said, "I know that Jeanne, but right now your thoughts and fantasies are focused on Trent, aren't they."

Quietly Jeanne answered, "Yes."

"Think about how you'd feel if I was suddenly obsessed with another woman."

"You are, only it's two women, Amy and Mel."

"They're friends and we brought you into our friendship as quickly as we could. Are you going to include me as an equal in your friendship with Trent? Can you imagine the three of us chatting on the telephone like this?"

"No, I'm sure he wouldn't be comfortable with that." Jeanne's answer was a barely perceptible whisper. After a pause she said, "Michael, I'm sorry. I'm hurting you. What are we going to do? I'll stop seeing Trent. I'll call him in the morning."

"Jeanne, you're bright. Stop and think. I don't believe you're going to fall in love with Trent."

There was another pause and then Jeanne said, "This is your strength, isn't it. You're an accountant. You know how to logically analyze a situation. I was an English major. I think with my heart. Although lately I guess I've been thinking with my pussy."

Laughing, Amy said, "Jeanne honey, thinking with your pussy is fun; but believe me, it can get you into trouble."

Nodding in agreement, Mel said, "Aint that a fact."

Ignoring Amy and Mel, Jeanne again asked, "Michael, what are we going to do?"

"You're going to keep seeing Trent and you're going to continue telling Amy, Mel and me all the seamy details of your dates. Eventually you're going to get bored with him and move on to another guy. You'll continue to tell me about your dates and even though I'll probably have left Tucson we'll still continue to talk to Amy and Mel about them too."

"Amy, Mel, after Michael moves on can we keep in touch?"

Mel said, "Of course we can Jeanne. You're our friend. We don't have many friends. We can't afford to cast them aside."

Smiling, I said, "You can't ever afford to throw away good friends."

Amy and Mel grinned at me.

Jeanne said, "Thank you."

"Jeanne, after Trent you're going to meet another man and he'll be every bit as exciting as Trent is now."

"Yes Michael, I understand. I'll fall for him and then I'll eventually get bored with him and move on again."

"And while you're dating him, you'll freely talk to Amy, Mel and me about everything. You'll share all of your excitement with us. While the voyeur in me will enjoy it, the insecure little boy in me will be frightened; but that will be okay. Amy and Mel will constantly remind me that you really do love only me, so I'll survive."

"Michael, they'll be right. I will always love only you."

"Jeanne, I'm counting on that."

Amy asked, "So what did you tell Trent?"

"Everything."

"Everything?" I was a little taken aback.

"Yes Michael, I was completely honest with him. Why shouldn't I be? Neither of us has anything to be ashamed about."

"Did you tell him about our weekend in San Francisco?"

"Of course I did. I also showed him the ankle bracelet you bought for me. He loved it. He wants me to wear it whenever we get together."

"I'll bet he does."

"I even told him you encouraged me to call him for a second date."

"Jeanne, please tell me that's not true."

"Michael it is true. I told him everything. Why does that bother you? I don't understand."

"Jeanne, he must think I'm a total wimp."

"Michael, he not only doesn't think you're a wimp; you're his hero."

"I'm his hero?"

"Yes, I told him everything. He envys you. His wife is an uptight prude like I used to be. He'd love it if she was a slut like I am now. And you're currently living in Tucson with two exotic dancers. For Trent that's an unbelievably exciting fantasy."

Laughing, Amy said, "Michael honey, she's right. Most men would envy you."

"I never really thought about it like that."

"Michael, I also told Trent that you gave me permission to let him have my ass."

Mel asked, "What did he say when you told him that?"

"It's not so much what he said, it's what he did. Our chat ended immediately. He started kissing me and then he pushed me down the bed."

Amy smiled. "He wanted you to suck him to get him hard again."

"He did and I was happy to oblige him. I gave him the works. I sucked his cock, kissed his balls and licked his ass. It only took me a couple of minutes to get him fully erect. Once he was hard Trent put on another condom while I took a tube of lubricant out of the drawer in the night stand next to the bed. As soon as he was ready I handed the lube to Trent and lay face down on the bed. He did a very thorough job of greasing me up. He was having fun. I don't think his wife ever lets him play with her ass." 

"You never used to let me play with your ass."

"I know and I'm sorry about that. All can say is that when we're together in San Antonio you can play with my ass as much as you like."

"I'll hold you to that."

"I hope you do."

Mel asked, "While he was lubing you did Trent push a finger into your ass?" 

"Oh yes and when I told him it felt good he pushed a second finger in and when I told him that felt good he added a third finger."

Grinning, Mel said, "He had three fingers in your asshole, way to go girl."

"Micheal and I did some practicing in San Francisco. It really helped. Thank you Michael."

"You're welcome."

Amy reached over, gave my cock a firm squeeze and said, "I commend you, practicing with your wife so her boyfriend can fuck her butt makes you the good husband of the month, maybe even the year."

Realizing Amy was teasing me, I said, "I do try." We were both grinning.

Mel said, "Tell us about Trent fucking your butt?"

"It was fun, but it started out kind of funny."

"Funny?" I was curious.

"Yes, funny. When Trent was pushing his cock into my butt he admitted that this was the first time he'd ever done it. Trent tries to create the impression that he's a sophisticated lover, but the more I get to know him the more I realize he's actually rather inexperienced. I suspect most of his knowledge was acquired by reading sex stories on the Internet."

Mel asked, "Does that bother you?"

"Not really, I just find it interesting."

"That may be one of the reasons you find him so attractive."

"What makes you say that Michael?"

"While you're learning quickly, you're actually not very experienced either. Your daughters taught you how to give a blow job."

Laughing, Jeanne said, "I hadn't thought about that, but I think you're right. We're a couple of novices learning together."

"Frankly Jeanne, I'm not very experienced either. Most of my knowledge was acquired by watching sex movies."

Jeanne was silent. After a moment she said, "I told you this in San Francisco and I'll repeat it now. My greatest regret in all of this is that I didn't include you at the beginning of my sexual awakening. We should have been experimenting and learning together."

"I would have liked that, but it didn't happen and we've talked about why it didn't happen. It's in the past and we can't change it. We're both still learning, but now we're each learning on our own."

"I wish we could be learning together."

"Jeanne, we can't. Not yet. I haven't reached a point where I can sit in the den watching television while you're entertaining Trent in Tricia's room."

"I know Michael."

Amy said, "But you can listen to Jeanne tell you about it now and that's progress."

Mel added, "You even enjoy hearing about it."

"Yes I do and you're absolutely right, that is progress."

Amy said, "Since you are enjoying it, let's hear a little more. Jeanne did you enjoy your butt fucking?"

"I did Amy, it was amazing..."Jeanne paused. After a moment she said, "The three of you were right."

"What do you mean?"

"Pussy fucking does create greater sensations of pleasure. Butt fucking is fun. No, it's incredible, but I have to admit the thrill is more mental than physical. I love it because it's so kinky. I think Trent feels the same way."

Mel said, "You're enjoying being his slut, aren't you Jeanne."

"Yeah I really am."

Amy said, "You went down on Trent three times today, but you never mentioned him going down on you."

"He didn't. If I asked him to do it I'm sure he would, but I don't really want that from him. I get that with Michael. With Trent I want to be a total slut. I want to do things for him just because they're dirty and nasty."

Nodding, Mel said, "Like licking his ass, deep throating him and letting him butt fuck you."

"That's right. Michael now I'll do all of those things with you too, but when I first started with this new life style that was difficult. You're my husband. I'm the mother of our children. You're the father of our children. Your admiration was important to me. It still is, but I'm beginning to understand that my sexual behavior has very little to do with my worth as a person. I think you realize that too."

"I do."

"Still, the fact that I don't give a damn about Trent's opinion makes it easier for me to act like a total slut with him."

Amy said, "It allows you to feel free, doesn't it."

"Yes, for the first time in my life I'm not worried about what other people think about me. Michael as far as I'm concerned your opinion is the only one that counts."

"But when you decided to go out with Derek Fischer you risked losing my admiration."

"I know. I now realize that was a stupid decision. I knew what I wanted, but I didn't know how go about getting it. I decided to take a chance. I threw the dice. Fortunately for me you were wise enough and strong enough to not allow that rash decision to destroy us."

"I love you."

"I know that and every day I'm thankful for it."

Mel said, "That's why you like sucking guys off at Brady's too, isn't it."

"Yes, I don't give a damn about they're opinion of me either, but at Brady's there's something else. It's empowering."

Shaking my head, I said, "Empowering? How can giving a guy a blow job in a parking lot behind a bar be empowering?"

Smiling, Amy said, "I think I understand exactly what you're saying."

Mel nodded. "I do too."

I said, "Please enlighten me."

Amy said, "I'd be happy to enlighten you. In our culture men have traditionally been in control of all male female relationships. Boys ask girls out. Boys ask girls to dance. The man is supposed to initiate marriage proposals. Women have always been expected to passively wait for men to act. Think about making out in a car by the lake when you were in high school. If I guy puts his hand on a girl's breast all it means is that he wants to cop a feel. If a girl puts her hand in a guy's lap it's interpreted as a sign that she's ready to go all the way."

Smiling, Mel said, "I don't care if it's in Wisconsin, Chicago or Minnesota; men have always been in control of sex. They get to ask, all a woman gets to do is say yes or no. At Brady's Jeanne is in control. Jeanne how often do you suggest to a guy that you take a walk out to his car?"

"Almost every time."

"She's already in control. When they get to the car they both know why they're out there so there aren't any games."

Jeanne said, "That's right and I get to take the lead. I repeat, that's one of the things that's fun about being a slut. I don't have to worry about anyone's opinion. When I put my hand on a guy's cock I don't have to worry about how he's going to interpret it. We both know I'm going to give him a blow job, that's why we're out there. All that's left is to decide how it's going to happen and I'm the one who gets to make that decision too."

Mel said, "Actually Jeanne the moment you decided to openly live as a slut you gained power. You no longer have to wait for a man to make overtures. As a slut you're free to make the overtures yourself because you've already made it clear that you don't give a damn about the traditional conventions of our culture."

"I'm so glad that Michael met the two of you. You're helping both of us. Even though we've never met in person I'm already feeling like we're close friends."

Amy said, "We feel that way too."

There was a moment of awkward silence and then Mel asked, "So what happened after Trent finished butt fucking you."

"He took a shower. After he was finished he got dressed and left."

Amy asked, "Did you shower together?"

"No, Trent needed to get home. We didn't have time to play around anymore."

"But you had a fun afternoon."

"Yes Michael, I really did. Was that all right?"

"Yes Jeanne, I'm glad you had fun."

"Are you Michael? Are you really?"

"Yeah I am Jeanne."

"Thank you." 

While it was getting late and none of us had eaten supper, we still chatted for a few more minutes before we said goodbye. 

Thanksgiving was the following Thursday. Jeanne asked if we had plans. Mel told her that she and Amy always bought a turkey and made the full dinner. They cooked together while they watched the parade in the morning and football in the afternoon. It was a nice way to celebrate the holiday day and I was going to be part of it. 

Amy asked Jeanne if she had plans. She told us that she and Jodie were going to Tricia's. Paul was going to be making the dinner. Mel suggested that this year, Thanksgiving at Tricia's might turn out to be rather interesting. All of us agreed.

Mel asked Jeanne about her impending date at Brady's Pub with Ruth and David. Jeanne told us that she'd talked to Ruth that morning and it was on for Monday. Both Tony and Bill would be there. Mel insisted that she call us as soon as she got home Monday evening so we could hear every detail. After promising that she would do that, Jeanne asked if she could call again tomorrow evening. Mel, Amy and I all assured her that we would love it if she called us every evening.

We said our good byes and our final I love yous and then Jeanne ended the call. After the call was over Amy, Mel and I sat together in silence. Jeanne had become part of us and we already missed her.



Awakenings Ch. 17



This story is the seventeenth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous sixteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

*****

After a light dinner Amy, Mel and I retired to the bedroom. As she promised while we were talking to Jeanne, Mel sat in a chair rubbing herself off while she watched Amy suck my cock. Of course Amy and I couldn't let Mel have all the fun. We both wanted an opportunity to indulge our voyeurism too. As soon as I orgasmed we switched places. I sat in the chair slowly stroking my recuperating penis while I watched Amy and Mel take turns going down on each other. After Amy and Mel each had an orgasm we switched places again. This time Amy took a turn sitting in the chair rubbing herself off while she watched Mel suck my revitalized cock. It was fun and delightfully kinky. I was starting to understand why Jeanne loved acting like a slut so much.

The next day was Sunday. Amy, Mel and I spent the afternoon watching pro football. They're both avid fans. I am too. After dinner Jeanne called. The four of us chatted for over an hour. During our conversation Jeanne finally admitted that her new life style was beginning to create some tension at work. This wasn't a surprise. Jeanne was employed by an extremely conservative law firm. They took pride in being staid pillars of the community. Having a secretary who paraded around their office dressed like a slut didn't promote that image. Since I was certain that Jeanne wasn't going to change, I suspected that a reckoning was on the horizon.

Monday I went to Danny's Lounge with Amy and Mel. Four more girls had brought their financial data. They set up a table for me in the dancer's dressing room. It turned out to be voyeur accountant heaven. I spent the afternoon organizing financial records while a steady stream of beautiful young women dressed and undressed around me. 

Monday evening Amy, Mel and I watched Monday Night Football while we waited for Jeanne to call and tell us about her return trip to Brady's with Ruth and David. When the telephone rang it was almost nine o'clock. 

Mel answered and immediately switched the telephone to speaker. "Hi Jeanne."

"Hi Mel, is everyone there?"

Amy said, "Yes, we're all here."

I said, "Hi Jeanne."

"Hi Amy. Hi Michael."

Not wanting to waste time with further pleasantries, Mel asked, "How was the trip to Brady's tonight?"

Laughing at Mel's impatience, Jeanne said, "It went very well."

Amy said, "Tell us."

"Okay, we arrived just after six. David went in first. Ruth and I gave him a minute to get settled and then we went in together. Tony and Bill were already there. They had a table. As soon as they saw us they stood up and waved for us to come over and join them."

Mel chuckled. "They weren't going to give any other guys a chance to steal you away from them."

"No, they weren't."

"So what happened?" Amy was just as eager to hear the details as Mel.

"The guys got us drinks and we chatted. Ruth was sitting next to Tony. I was sitting next to Bill. Bill and I were playing handsies under the table. I could tell Tony and Ruth were doing the same thing."

I asked. "Where was David?"

"He was sitting at the bar."

"Could he tell what was happening under the table?" 

"Oh yes."

"How was he reacting?"

"He couldn't take his eyes off of Tony and Ruth."

Mel gave my cock a firm squeeze. "You wish you'd been at the bar with him, don't you cucky."

Slightly embarrassed, I grinned sheepishly at Mel. 

She pressed me. "Come on, fess up. Say it."

"Yes, I admit it. I would have loved to have been there too." 

Amy said, "Jeanne, your husband is blushing."

Jeanne said, "Michael, it's just fun. There isn't any reason that you shouldn't enjoy watching."

"I know that Jeanne, but it's still going to take time."

"I understand."

Trying to keep this from turning into an awkward moment, Mel asked, "What happened next?"

Jeanne quickly returned to the story. "Since all four of us understood why we were were there, I didn't see any reason to waste time with unnecessary preliminaries. I suggested that we move right to the back booths."

Smiling, Amy said, "I'll bet Tony and Bill didn't object to that plan."

"No, they thought it was a great idea. Tony immediately stood up and offered his hand to Ruth. As she she stood up I saw her give David a discreet wink."

Mel nodded. "She was letting her sweetie know that she was still thinking about him."

"She was. Ruth loves David."

"Just like you love Michael." Mel gave my cock another squeeze.

"That's right. Micheal I do love you. The other men are just fun. That's all they are. That's all they'll ever be."

"I'm trying to hard to believe that Jeanne. I really am."

Again trying to keep the conversation from getting too serious Mel said, "So all four of you were standing up. What happened next?"

"Tony took Ruth's hand and led her to a booth. Bill and I followed and slipped into the booth next to them. As soon as we were all seated I heard Ruth tell Tony that she'd been anxiously anticipating this all weekend."

Mel asked, "What did Tony say?"

"He didn't say anything. It was quiet."

"He was kissing Ruth." Amy was smiling.

Jeanne said, "I'm certain that's exactly what was happening."

Clapping her hands together, Mel said, "And her husband was watching. I love it. This is so kinky."

Amy asked, "How was David reacting to this."

"Honestly, I don't know. Bill kissed me and then we started making out. While we were making out he slipped his hand under my skirt and started massaging my cunt with his fingers. At that point I lost interest in Ruth, David and Tony."

Grinning, Mel said, "I'll bet you did."

Amy said, "You told us that you don't wear panties when you go to Brady's."

"I don't, they just get in the way."

Leaning over and licking my ear, Amy said, "Did you hear that cucky? Tonight your wife let another man finger her pussy while she was making out with him." She slipped her hand over to my lap and gave my cock a firm squeeze. I was hard, very hard. My erection was making a tent in my trousers. "I guess you did hear her and it's obvious that you loved it. Jeanne, right now your husband's cock is doing a great imitation of the Empire State Building."

"Michael, I wish was there. I would love to suck it for you."

Amy unzipped my pants and freed my cock. While she held it in her hand Mel leaned over, slipped the head into her mouth and started sucking me. "Jeanne, I just took it out. I'm holding it for Mel. In your absence she's doing the honors."

Giggling, Jeanne said, "Thank you for standing in for me Mel, but be careful. I don't think we should let him cum just yet."

Amy said, "Don't worry, she won't. Mel's a pro. She's very adept at keeping a guy on the edge without letting him cum."

Jeanne said, "That's a skill I'm trying to acquire."

"It takes experience. If you keep practicing you'll learn how to do it."

Mel took my cock out of her mouth and sat up. "He needs a short break." She was right, I did.

Sensing that it was time to get back to Jeanne and Ruth's evening at Brady's, Amy said, "Did you take out Bill's cock while you were kissing in the booth?"

"I played with it, but I didn't take it out. I could tell he was pretty worked up. I didn't want him to cum until I was sucking him in his car."

Mel said, "You're learning." 

"I am. When I first started going to Brady's I had a couple of guys cum while we were making out in the booth. It ends the evening."

Amy said, "Brady's is a one and done situation, isn't it."

"It is. At Brady's everyone is stopping on their way home from work. Nobody has the time to sit around and wait for a guy to get hard again. The sex is quick and uncomplicated. While that's the charm of the place, it also means that there's almost always an underlying sense of time pressure."

"Of course." Amy was nodding.

"There's another important reason to try to keep a guy from cumming until we're out in his car."

I asked, "What's that?"

"I don't want to send a guy home to his wife with a mess on the front of his pants."

We all laughed. I said, "That would be awkward, wouldn't it."

"The second time I went to Brady's I hooked up with a young guy who was wearing a pair of tan slacks. He came while we were making out in the booth. I didn't even have his cock out. I was rubbing it through his trousers. His pants were a mess. It looked like he shot about a quart of cum."

"What did you do?" 

"We went out to his car. He took off his pants. I took them back into the bar and washed the front in the lady's room while he called his wife and told her that he was going to be late. After I brought his pants back to him he put them on, thanked me and left. I never saw him again. I assume he drove around until his pants were dry and then he went home."

Grinning, Mel said, "Sometimes partying can get a little crazy."

Jeanne giggled. "It certainly can."

Amy said, "Back to the story. Did Ruth and Tony make it out to the parking lot this time?"

"Yes they did. A few minutes after they started making out in the booth I heard Ruth suggest to Tony that they go out to his car. Of course Tony agreed immediately."

"Of course." Amy was chuckling.

Jeanne continued. "As they walked past us Ruth winked at me. Her hair was already mussed, her lipstick was smeared and she was grinning."

Still chuckling, Amy said, "She was about to get her first taste of strange cock in years. I'll bet she was grinning."

Mel said, "I wonder if David was grinning?"

"As soon as they were gone I suggested to Bill that we go out to the parking lot too. When we stood up to leave I had a chance to check on David. He was grinning from ear to ear. He looked like a little boy in a toy store. We made eye contact. I winked at him and he winked back. I don't think I've ever seen a guy as excited as he was at that moment."

Amy said, "He was enjoying himself. That's good. Did you have a chance to talk to either David or Ruth after you got back from the parking lot?"

"No they were already gone. Tony's young. When I did him last week he got excited pretty quickly. I think he has a hair trigger, at least the first time. I suspect that it didn't take Ruth very long to make him pop. Bill's a little older. He has more control. We were in his car for almost a half hour."

I asked, "Did you have fun?"

Jeanne giggled. "Michael, I love that you're now willing to ask me that question."

Shrugging, I said, "I am making progress."

"Yes you are and to answer your question, it was fine."

Mel said, "It was fine? That's not exactly an enthusiastic response."

"It wasn't meant to be. I had a good time because I was with Ruth and David, but this was Brady's. A big part of the fun at Brady's is meeting new guys."

Understanding immediately, I said, "And you'd already been with both Bill and Tony."

"That's right, Bill's a good guy, but there's nothing special about him."

"So if he asked you, you wouldn't go out with him?"

"He did ask me for a date and I turned him down."

Mel asked, "What did you tell him?"

"I told him that I had a boyfriend. He knows I'm married, so that really blew him away. He actually asked me if I was planning to leave my husband for my boyfriend. I told him, no way. I love my husband, the boyfriend is just a little extra fun on the side."

Laughing, I said, "You enjoyed shocking him, didn't you."

"Damn right I did. Shocking people is part of the fun of being a slut, but I wasn't lying to him. Micheal I'm a middle aged woman with a full time job. I have two daughters who I try to see at least once a week and I want to be able to talk on the telephone with the three of you as often as I can. I don't have time to go out every night of the week. An evening at Brady's, a Saturday afternoon with Trent and an occasional trip to the Goldenrod Supper Club is about as much as I can handle right now."

I said, "You're telling us that you now consider Trent your boyfriend."

There was a pause and then Jeanne said, "Yes, I guess I am. Is that all right? You and I have talked about it a lot lately. I thought you were okay with it."

"I am. While I obviously have mixed feelings about it, I'm certain that you're occasionally going to have a brief infatuation and you need to be free to enjoy it. Rationally I understand that it won't be a threat to our marriage, but it still scares me a little bit."

"Michael, you're my soul mate. I will never love another man as much as I love you." Jeanne laughed. "Actually I don't believe that I'll ever love another man at all. I certainly don't love Trent. I can't even imagine loving him. Micheal right now I'm excited by coarse self centered men who enjoy making me act like a slut. They're fun, but I could never have a serious relationship with one of those men. You're sweet, gentle and very smart. You value me as a person. You care about me. Hell you care enough about me to try to adapt to this new lifestyle I'm jamming down your throat. No sir, you are the only man I will ever love."

"I believe that Jeanne, I really do; but it's still hard to get used to the idea that my wife has a boyfriend."

"Would it be easier if we called Trent a fuck buddy? That's all he really is."

"Absolutely not!"

"Why?"

"For the same reason that you like to be called a slut."

"I don't understand."

"Jeanne, you're enjoying the notoriety that comes with your new lifestyle almost as much as you're enjoying the sex. Being a married woman with a boyfriend adds to that notoriety. I love you. Why would I want to stop you from enjoying that extra little thrill. Besides, it's just semantics. Boyfriend or fuck buddy, it doesn't really matter. Your feelings for Trent will be the same regardless of what we decide to call him." I paused for a moment and then I said, "There's also another reason that I want to refer to Trent as your boyfriend."

"Tell me."

"I think I might enjoy the notoriety that comes with having a slut wife who has a boyfriend."

"Michael have you decided that you want to be a cuckold?"

"Amy, that question was decided last August. I am a cuckold. The only remaining question is how I choose to wear that title. I can be a sniveling wimp who grovels at the feet of his wife and her lover."

Jeanne cried, "No Michael! I don't want that. I've never wanted that."

Momentarily ignoring Jeanne, I continued. "Or I can be a husband who is so confident of his wife's love and devotion for him that he can comfortably allow her to date other men and even have an occasional boyfriend."

Understanding, Jeanne said, "That's the man I love."

Giggling, Mel said, "That's also the kind of husband who's best friends would be a pair of aging hookers in Arizona."

"Could those aging hookers be his slut wife's best friends too?"

Amy said, "Jeanne, they wouldn't want it any other way."

All four of us were quiet. There are times when silence speaks much louder than words. This was one of those times.

Jeanne finally broke the silence. "I hate to say this, but it's almost 11:30 here. While I wish I could talk all night, I can't. I have to work in the morning."

Mel said, "We understand Jeanne. It's only 10:30 here, but we're entertaining four men tomorrow. We need some rest too."

Laughing, Amy added, "Michael has to play golf so he also needs his rest."

Jeanne asked, "Michael, can I call again tomorrow night?"

Amy answered for me. "Of course you can. Jeanne you're our friend. You can call us every night."

"Thank you Amy." Jeanne paused for a moment and then she asked, "Amy, Mel before you go to sleep tonight will you make sure my baby knows he's loved."

Mel said, "Jeanne, he already knows that, but we'd be happy to reaffirm it for you. Would you like us to give him a tandem blow job?"

"I'd like that very much. After he cums would you whisper, Jeanne loves you in his ear."

Amy said, "Of course we will."

"Goodnight Micheal, I love you. Please don't forget that."

"I love you too Jeanne. You shouldn't forget that either."

Giggling, Mel said, "I love this sentimental shit. I'm ready to pop right now."

Amy said, "That's because you're from Chicago. Girls from Chicago always pop when they hear something romantic."

Laughing, Jeanne said, "Goodnight Amy, goodnight Mel. Take care of my baby for me."

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

"Goodnight Michael."

"Goodnight Jeanne."

Jeanne ended the call.

I did play golf the next day. I teed off at eleven and was back at Amy and Mel's just before four. Mel was reading on the back veranda. Amy hadn't yet returned from her three o'clock appointment.

I grabbed my lap top computer and joined Mel on the veranda. As I was sitting down, Mel asked,"How was your game today?"

"It was good. I played with an older couple from Edmonton, Alberta. They were nice. I hit the ball pretty well, but I missed a lot of putts." I turned on my computer.

"So you didn't score very well."

"No, I didn't, but I don't care. I played with nice people and hit some good shots. That's really all that matters. How were your dates?"

Chuckling, Mel said, "They were a lot like your golf game. They were both nice guys who wanted blow jobs. Even after all these years sucking a cock is still exciting, so I had fun. I'm certain they had fun too. Like you just said, that's really all that matters."

"If you let it happen, life can be pretty simple."

"I think it helps if you're doing something you enjoy."

"Like playing golf or sucking cocks."

"Yup."

"I prefer golf."

"I'm sure you do. Myself, I prefer cocks." Mel and I both laughed.

My computer finished its start up. Mel returned to her Kindle. I opened my email. There were four. Three were advertising, the fourth was from Ruth. 

"We have an email from Ruth."

Looking up from her reading, Mel said, "I was hoping you'd have one."

"I'll open it when Amy gets here."

"You won't have to wait long."

Mel and I turned. Amy was standing in the open French doors that led to the living room. She was wearing a black lace brassiere, A matching black garter belt that held up black thigh high nylon stockings and a pair of black patent leather high heeled pumps. She wasn't wearing panties. The garter belt served as a perfect frame for her shaved pussy.

I gaped.

Laughing, Mel said, "Damn girl, you look good enough to eat."

Amy smiled. "Don Amundsen had the same opinion."

Mel and I both chuckled. 

Looking at me, Amy said, "I gather you have an email from Ruth."

"I do."

"Mel will you make three Manhattans while I take a shower and change clothes? Michael can read Ruth's email to us while we sit out here and have cocktails."

Mel nodded. "That's an excellent plan." She set her Kindle down, stood up and turned to me, "Come on Michael, you can make the drinks while I put together a plate of cheese and crackers."

We were eager to read Ruth's email so in less than fifteen minutes all three of us were seated on the veranda sipping our Manhattans. My computer was on my lap. I started reading:

"Dear Michael and I now understand, Melody and Amy too."

Mel smiled. "She called me Melody. I like that. If I ever decide to become a real dom I want to be addressed as Mistress Melody."

Amy shook her head. "Michael, for the time being ignore Mistress Melody. We can grovel at her feet later. Right now I want to hear Ruth's email."





Awakenings Ch. 17



"Ooo! Groveling at my feet. I like the sound of that. This could turn into a very exciting evening."

"Michael when she gets like this it really is best to ignore her. Please continue reading." 

Both Mel and Amy winked at me. I smiled at them and started reading again.

"Things continue to go well at the office. Jason is a good manager and Bernie Kyle is a capable assistant. Charles and Edith called this morning to inquire about how you're doing. I told them that you're staying with two exotic dancers in Tucson. That made both of them happy. Edith has talked to Jeanne several times since you left. They have a pretty good understanding of her new life style, so they were afraid that you might be sitting in some motel on the Interstate, alone and depressed. They told me to tell you that they send their love."

Mel said, "I hope that someday we can meet Charles and Edith. They sound like interesting people."

"They are and I'm certain they'd like to meet you and Amy too." I continued reading Ruth's email.

"Before I tell you about last night, I have to say something. Michael have you thought about how much our lives have changed in the last three months? Of course you have, that's why you're living in Tucson; but Michael, What The Fuck! Last night I gave a man I barely knew a blow job in his car while David waited for me inside a bar. I'm the mother of two teenagers. It feels like my entire world has turned upside down. Hell I just wrote the word fuck in an email to my boss. Most amazing of all is that I'm loving every bit of this and so is David. Sometimes I wonder if we shouldn't be checking into an insane asylum. 

It would be easy to pin all of this on Jeanne, but that wouldn't be fair. While she may have started it, all of us have eagerly jumped on her merry band wagon. Honestly, David and I couldn't be happier. We're both a little scared, but we're excited too. You haven't exactly suffered either. You're in the midst of the middle aged adventure of a lifetime. Michael, you're living in Tucson with two exotic dancers."

I stopped reading and looked at Amy and Mel. "I hope you know that I'm not hanging around with you because you're strippers or escorts. I like you. That's why I'm here. I wouldn't care if you were lunch ladies at the local junior high school. Hell, I'm a damned accountant. People make jokes about accountants."

Mel reached over and patted my hand. "We know that Sweetie. That's why we like you so much."

Amy grinned. "But Michael, this is the first time people have thought we were cool because of our professions. We're enjoying this every bit as much as everyone else is."

Nodding, Mel said, "Ruth said it very well. Right now we're all riding Jeanne's merry band wagon. We might as well relax and have fun."

"That's right." Amy was smiling."

"Okay." I started reading again. 

"Anyway, about last night. It was incredible. Not the sex with Tony, that was actually disappointing. Jeanne told me that when she talked to you last night she mentioned that he might have a hair trigger. Believe me, he does. It took me less than a minute to make him cum. I shouldn't complain. That was actually a blessing. It allowed me to get back to David. It also provided us with a laugh at Tony's expense. That gave David a little extra self confidence about all of this. Michael, regardless of what happens; I love David and Jeanne loves you. Please don't ever forget that. We don't ever want either of you to get hurt because of what we're doing.

When I returned to the bar I gave David a quick nod and walked back out to the parking lot. A minute later he joined me. As soon as we got into the car he was a fount of questions. Did I have fun? Did Tony have a big cock? Did he make a lot of cum? Where did he cum? Did I want to see him again. Did I wish that he could have fucked me? Those were just a few of his questions. I enjoyed it. David is my baby and I love it when he's excited. 

Believe me, he was excited. When we got home it took every bit of self control David had just to be able to calmly talk to the kids about their school day. As soon as we got into the privacy of our bedroom he was all over me. I loved it. He almost ripped my clothes off. When I sat down on the foot of the bed he dropped to his knees and started kissing my feet. My baby has a submissive streak. Please don't think ill of him. As a father, a husband and a provider David is a rock. He's the strongest man I've ever known. If he had to do it he would walk through hell to keep the kids and me safe, but in the bedroom he's my little pussy and that makes me love him even more."

Mel said, "It makes me love him too. Too many men are arrogant asshole wimps pretending to be macho tough guys."

Nodding, Amy said, "The moment things get tough they grab their barbells and race for the back door."

I continued reading.

"Gradually David worked his way up to my pussy. He kissed me there and then he said something that completely amazed me. He told me that he wished that I'd let Tony fuck me. I asked him if he was serious. He assured me that he was. He said that he wanted me to be free like Jeanne. He wanted me to enjoy other men. I don't understand why David wants this lifestyle, but I'm now convinced that he does want it and I have to admit that I want it too. Before I met David I was a slut. I used to hate that word, but Jeanne has convinced me that it's just a name for a woman who freely enjoys sex with variety of partners. When I think about it like that it doesn't bother me, so now I brazenly admit that I used to be a slut and I'd very much like to be one again."

"Your wife is turning into an evangelist for promiscuity." Mel was grinning.

Nodding, I said, "That's my Jeanne. When she embraces a cause she becomes passionate about it."

Amy giggled. "Promiscuity is a cause that invites passion."

"It does, doesn't it." Mel, Amy and I grinned at each other and then I started reading again.

"Anyway, I was excited and so was David. You know how people say that sometimes a man lets his penis do his thinking for him? At that moment I was thinking with my clit. I lay back on the bed, spread my legs apart as wide as I could and told David to show me what he'd do for me after another man finished fucking me. Michael, David buried his face between my legs and started kissing and licking me with total abandon. It was like he was possessed by lust. I loved it. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face into my cunt as hard as I could. At that moment all I wanted to do was fuck David's face. 

Michael, please don't be shocked by my language. Both David and I are trying as hard as we can to shed our inhibitions. One of the ways we're doing it is talking dirty to each other. It really is fun.

David to gave me the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced. The kids were at home so I didn't dare scream, but I think I shook for at least a minute."

Mel laughed. "Damn Michael, your friends sure do know how to party."

Amy and I both smiled. I continued reading.

"While I was recovering from my orgasm David crawled up the bed and lay quietly next to me. Michael, I was so happy. When I opened my eyes I asked him if he was ready to fuck me. He told me that he'd rather watch another man fuck me. I told him that while I'd enjoy that too there weren't any immediately available candidates. That made both of us laugh. 

David then surprised me by telling me that he'd really enjoy it if I masturbated him while I told him about my experiences with Nick Granger. We did it Michael, we actually did it. It was so kinky. David kneeled on the bed next to me and I slowly jacked him off while I told him how much I loved fucking and sucking Nick's big cock. When David orgasmed I aimed his cock so that he ejaculated on my tits. After he finished cumming I licked his cock clean and then I ordered him to lick my breasts clean. I didn't suggest it. I didn't ask him to do it. I ordered him to do it and he did it. He did it eagerly. I don't know what got into us. We've never done anything like that before. I guess both of us were so excited that we'd lost all of our inhibitions. Afterward we lay together on the bed cuddling and giggling like a pair of teenagers. 

Later, after we'd showered and put on our pajamas David asked me if I wanted to try to get together with Tony at a motel. I told him that I didn't. Truthfully, Tony isn't a very good playmate. He's a little unsure of himself and he cums quickly. 

David was disappointed, but he quickly cheered up when I told him that I had another idea. Last night, while Jeanne and I were walking into Brady's she told me that a friend of hers had told her about The Goldenrod Supper Club. Jeanne's been there several times, but her friend told her that during a trade show at the Civic Center The Goldenrod becomes the evening hangout for the men working at the show. Since most of the men are from out of town, they have hotel rooms and many of them are looking for a little extracurricular fun. A trade show opens at the Civic Center next Tuesday. Jeanne and her friend are planning to go to the Goldenrod Tuesday evening. She invited me join them.

When he heard this David was adamant that I had to go, but he was also still a little disappointed. Next Tuesday evening is a full week away. My baby is anxious to get started with our new life style. He was hoping that there was something else we might be able to do this week. I pointed out that since Thursday was Thanksgiving this probably wasn't a big week for extramarital assignations. David understood immediately. We're now both eagerly anticipating next Tuesday night. David asked if he could sit in the bar and watch. I told him that I'd ask Jeanne, but I couldn't think of any reason that she would object.

Jason just handed me a stack of forms that have to be ready for the afternoon mail, so I'd better get going. 

Michael, I hope you're enjoying life as much as David and I are. I'll email you again at the end of the week. Amy and Mel I really hope that someday we can meet.

Love 

Ruth"

Mel shook her head. "I said it before and I'm going to say it again. You're friends sure are learning how to party."

I smiled. "Yes they are."

Amy said, "The trade show is a great idea. Mel and I used to work the Las Vegas trade shows. They're loaded with guys away from home looking for a good time. I expect that Jeanne, Ruth and Jeanne's new friend are going to have a very good time next Tuesday."

Mel asked, "Michael, who is this new friend? Did Jeanne mention her in San Francisco?"

"No Mel, she didn't; but she's going to call us tonight. We can ask her."



Awakenings Ch. 18



This story is the eighteenth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous seventeen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

*****

We'd just finished cleaning up our supper dishes when the telephone rang. Amy answered it. It was Jeanne. The three of us hurried into the living room and sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace. 

As soon as we were settled Jeanne asked, "Have you read Ruth's email? She sent me a copy."

Amy answered, "We did. It's sounds like she and David had an exciting evening."

"It does, doesn't it. Michael our friend is well on her way to becoming a full fledged hot wife."

"I believe you're right and David seems to be even happier about it than Ruth."

"Yes, he does."

Mel said, "In her email Ruth mentioned that you have an exciting plan for next week."

"We do, Abby suggested it." Jeanne paused. After a moment she said, "I haven't told you about Abby, have I?"

I said, "No you haven't."

"I'm sorry Michael. I wasn't trying to hide anything. I really wasn't. It's just that we've had so much to talk about lately that I guess I forgot to mention her. I have a new friend. She's very nice. I really like her. Her name is Abigail Martin, but everyone calls her Abby. She's about five years younger than we are and cute as a button. She's not very tall, about 5'2" with long dark hair. She works out all the time so she has a gorgeous figure. Michael, she has large breasts, very large breasts and she says they're natural. She's a legal secretary just like me. Her firm isn't as well established as the firm I work for. The attorneys are all younger and they mostly do accident cases."

I asked, "Does she enjoy working there?"

"She does. I kind of envy her. I don't think she earns as much money as I do, but she works in a more relaxed atmosphere."

"That's important."

Mel asked, "How did you meet her?"

"I met her at Brady's. She enjoys going there just as much as I do." Jeanne giggled. "Abby's even more of a slut than I am."

Amy asked, "Is she married?"

"She's currently on her third marriage."

Raising her eyebrows, Mel said, "Her third marriage? It sounds to me like your friend has issues."

"I suppose she does. Unlike me, Abby's been a slut for her entire life. She didn't marry her first husband, until she was thirty-one. His name was Scott. She said she tried to be faithful to him and I believe her. She lasted for almost a year, but eventually she slipped. She made the mistake of going out with an old girlfriend. They went to a club where they hooked up with two guys. After a couple of drinks they started dancing. An hour later Abby and the guy she was with were fucking in the back of his SUV."

Smiling, Amy said, "That definitely qualifies as a slip."

"It does. When Abby went home that night she was racked with guilt, but the next day she couldn't stop thinking about how much fun she'd had. Abby really does love to fuck. The guy called her the following week. In the midst of her excitement at the club she must have given him her cell phone number. The next day she took a long lunch. They met at a motel. He was married too. After that they started getting together once a week to fuck."

Mel said, "Since they're not married anymore I'm guessing that her husband figured out what was happening."

"He did. Abby's a confirmed slut. Once she started playing around again one boyfriend wasn't enough for her. A month after that first hookup at the club she was meeting two or three different guys a week. Scott gradually became suspicious. He hired a private detective and a week later confronted her with photographs and videos. Abby still loved Scott, so she didn't contest the divorce. She gave him everything, even their entire savings account."

Amy said, "She's not a bad person."

Jeanne said, "No she's just a slut. She doesn't want to hurt anybody."

"That was her first husband. You told us that she's currently married to her third husband. What happened with husband number two?" It was clear that Mel's curiosity had been piqued.

"Three years after Scott divorced her, Abby met her second husband, Dennis. They lived in the same apartment building. They started out as friends and quickly became fuck buddies. Over time Abby and Dennis developed feelings for each other. Not wanting to repeat the mistakes she'd made with Scott, Abby tried to be honest with Dennis from the beginning. She explained to him that she loved sex, she didn't want to be monogamous and she planned to continue dating other men."

Mel asked, "Did that work?"

"It did at first, but gradually Dennis started to get jealous. As his Jealousy grew, he became increasingly dissatisfied with their relationship. Eventually Dennis demanded that Abby give up the other men. Abby adamantly refused. They argued constantly. Finally they separated. Dennis even moved to a new apartment building."

Mel said, "But you told us they were married."

"Yes, they finally did get married. Two months after they separated Dennis called Abby. He told her that he loved her and couldn't bear living without her. He begged her to give up the other men. Abby refused. It made her feel awful, but she knew that if she tried being faithful to Dennis it would only be a matter of time before she eventually slipped. Once that happened she'd start cheating on him just like she did with Scott. She loved Dennis, she didn't want to do that to him. Realizing that Abby was adamant about her refusal to stop seeing other men, Dennis acquiesced. He agreed to try to live with the current situation. They adopted a don't ask, don't tell approach to Abby's extracurricular activities and started dating again."

Amy said, "I gather that it worked."

"It did. On the evenings that Abby had a date she would tell Dennis that she was visiting a friend. Dennis would accept that explanation without question. During the evenings they spent together they never discussed Abby's friends and Abby worked to hard to show Dennis how much she loved him. Eventually Dennis asked Abby to marry him. Abby was ecstatic. She agreed immediately."

Mel asked, "What happened when they got married?"

"Abby moved into Dennis's apartment. That made it much harder for him to ignore her dating."

Nodding, I said, "Once they were living together Dennis was there watching while Abby was getting ready for her dates. When she was out Dennis was at home alone waiting for her to return."

"That's right. He couldn't bear it. Three weeks after they were married Dennis filed for an annulment. Abby didn't contest it. She wanted to remain friends, but Dennis couldn't do that. He felt that it would be too painful. He needed a clean break. After the annulment was finalized he moved to Atlanta. Abby never heard from him again."

Jeanne sighed. "Michael, Abby is afraid that when you finally do come home you'll react the same way Dennis did. I'm worried about that too. I remember how hard it was for you when you saw me dressed up for my date with Derek Fischer."

"That's why I have to stay away Jeanne. I need time to get used to this."

"But Abby and Dennis took time and it didn't help them."

Amy said, "Jeanne, trying to ignore Abby's dating was a big mistake. They needed to talk about it. They needed to enjoy it together. That's what you and Michael are doing now. When you told Michael about your date with Trent you were sharing the experience with him. That turned it into something that you're doing together."

Mel said, "That still might not have worked for Dennis. Michael is a voyeur. Hearing about your dates excites him. Lots of men are voyeurs, but not all of them."

Jeanne said, "I think it might have helped if Abby and Dennis had tried an open marriage. The two of you are certainly helping Michael."

"While the sex Amy and I are enjoying with Michael is certainly bringing us closer together, I think we're mostly helping him by validating the excitement he feels when he hears about your dates. In our culture a man is taught that it's perverted to enjoy thinking about another man fucking his wife. We're encouraging Michael to relax and enjoy the excitement he experiences when you're telling him about your dates."

As soon as Mel was finished speaking Amy asked, "Jeanne, do you really think a traditional open marriage would have helped Dennis and Abby?"

Jeanne paused to consider Amy's question. After a moment she said, "No, suppose it wouldn't have. It's a numbers problem, isn't it. I am married to an accountant."

We all chuckled. 

Jeanne continued. "One of the reasons I love Brady's so much is that on an average night there are at least three men for every woman. It's much harder for a man to find a partner for casual sex."

Amy said, "If an open marriage is going to work both partners have to be getting some action."

Jeanne said, "Maybe they could have tried swinging."

I asked, "Jeanne, would that be enough for you? Think about it. We're a middle aged couple. We'd be swinging with other middle aged couples."

"That would be all right."

"I'm an accountant. I think it's likely that we'd end up with a pipe smoking, college professor wearing a tweed jacket and his fashionable wife."

Giggling, Mel said, "What's wrong with pipe smoking college professors. I think they're cute."

Amy rolled her eyes.

I said, "Absolutely nothing, but last night Jeanne was bored with Bill. Right now she's looking for guys who treat her like a slut."

"Just because a guy's a college professor doesn't mean he wouldn't treat Jeanne like a slut."

Amy said, "Yes, but he also might want to recite poetry while Jeanne's sucking his cock."

"Jeanne's from Minnesota. I heard that girls from Minnesota love to listen to poetry while they're giving head." There was a mischievous twinkle in Mel's eyes.

Amy, Jeanne and I were giggling. Yes, I admit it. I was giggling too. When you're living with Amy and Mel it's hard to avoid giggling.

Jeanne said, "Michael, I understand. Swinging wouldn't be an adequate replacement for dating for me, but I think it might still be fun to try it. Mel, I've never had a man recite poetry to me while I'm giving him head. It might be an exciting experience." 

Mel turned to Amy. "Like I said, she's from Minnesota. You never know what those girls are going to be into. Of course you're from Wisconsin. Maybe you do know."

Shaking her head, Amy said, "Jeanne, I think it's time to get back to Abby and her marriages. You told us that she now has a third husband. How is that working out?"

"It's an interesting marriage."

Suddenly serious, Mel said, "Tell us."

"She's married to a man named Luther Bowlin, he..."

Surprised, I said, "Luther Bowlin! The owner of Bowlin Construction?"

"Yes, that Luther Bowlin."

"Bowlin Construction is the largest construction company in the upper Midwest. Luther Bowlin is a multimillionaire. He's also at least seventy-five years old." I paused to think. After a moment I said, "Wasn't Luther Bowlin's grandson involved in a drunk driving incident a couple of years ago?"

"That's right. Two years ago Luther Bowlin's grandson Peter Bowlin broad sided another car while he was running a red light. At the time of the accident his blood alcohol level was 1.4. He was legally drunk. The car he hit was totaled. The woman who was driving the other car survived the accident, but she spent a week in intensive care. Luther was terrified that his grandson was going to go to prison."

Amy said, "I think that was a valid fear. The courts are getting tough on drunk drivers."

"Yes they are. Luther was determined to do everything in his power to prevent that from happening. The woman sued Peter Bowlin. That was expected. Luther and his attorneys decided that if they could settle the civil action prior to the beginning of Peter's criminal trial it might improve his image with the jury."

I said, "That was a good idea."

"The law office where Abby works was handling the suit for the woman. Abby is the receptionist. As soon as the negotiations started Luther stepped in and took over for his attorneys. He started calling the office several times a day and he visited the office in person several times a week."

"That's how Abby and Luther met." Mel was smiling.

"That's right. Abby has a charming personality and she's a natural flirt. When Luther called the office Abby answered the telephone. Whenever Luther visited the office Abby brought him coffee. It wasn't long before Luther and Abby started chatting with each other."

I asked, "Did they settle the lawsuit before the trial?"

"They did. Despite the fact that the woman made a full recovery from her injuries, Luther's attorneys still believed that in a civil trial she might be awarded as much as two million dollars. Luther offered her four million dollars if she would agree to an immediate out of court settlement. Her attorneys advised her to accept his offer. During the criminal trial Luther's attorneys argued that the settlement the Bowlin family made with the woman was a sincere effort to financially atone for Peter's mistake. The plan worked. Peter was sentenced to a years probation and two hundred hours of community service."

Amy said, "Okay, that's how Abby and Luther met. How did they get together?"

"About a month after the criminal trial Luther called Abby at her office. He told her that the following week he was attending a dinner at the Governor's Mansion and wanted to know if she'd be interested in accompanying him as his date."

Mel said, "Since Luther has a grandson he's obviously been married before. If he was still married he wouldn't be taking another woman to a dinner with the Governor. What happened to his first wife?"

"Luther has five children and eleven grand children. Abby is wife number eight."

Amy clapped her hands together. "Luther is a hound!"

"He is. Abby tells me that he has several escorts who regularly visit him at his downtown penthouse apartment. He often has all three of them visit him at the same time."

Nodding, Mel said, "In his financial position girl friends are a potential problem. Professionals are much safer."

I said, "Okay, I get that, but then why would he want to get involved with Abby?"

Mel patted my knee. "Sweetie, you can't take a pro to a dinner at the Governor's mansion."

"Of course."

Amy said, "It's safe to assume that Abby accepted the invitation."

"She certainly did and she had a wonderful time. Luther picked her up in his chauffeured limousine. She met the governor and his wife, several state senators and the mayor. On the way back to her apartment she gave Luther a blow job in the back of his limo."

"I'll bet Luther loved that." I was chuckling.

"He did. The following Saturday night he took Abby to dinner at the Kennsington Grill."

Mel asked, "Isn't that the restaurant Derek Fischer took you to on your first date, the restaurant where you and Michael used to celebrate your wedding anniversary?"

Jeanne quietly answered, "Yes."

Realizing that Jeanne was still feeling guilty about that I quickly interjected, "When I finally do get home it's also the restaurant where we're going to celebrate the beginning of our new life together."

There was a pause and then Jeanne asked, "Do you really mean that Michael?"

"Yes Jeanne, I really mean that."

"Thank you sweetheart, thank you so much."

"You're welcome. Now we'd better get back to the story before Amy and Mel are consumed by curiosity."

Amy stuck out her tongue at me. "Admit it, you're just as eager as we are to hear what happened."

"Yeah, I admit it. You're right. I am."

Jeanne was giggling, but she still resumed telling the story. "During dinner Abby opened up to Luther. She told him everything. She enjoyed Luther and she decided that there wasn't any reason to hide her life style from him. Her intuition had been correct. Luther appreciated her honesty and was enamored with her open attitude about sex. He confided that he had a similar attitude. He admitted that he cheated on all of his wives and then he told her about the escorts that regularly visited him at his downtown penthouse apartment."

Mel smiled. "Honesty is an important part of any worthwhile relationship."

"It is. After that Abby and Luther became close friends. They had dinner together at least once a week and Abby was Luther's regular escort when he attended social functions. She was going to charity bazaars, art museum openings and elegant dinners with important people. Abby was having a wonderful time."

Amy said, "I don't blame her. I think we'd all enjoy a taste of that life."

Nodding, Mel said, "I agree, but when did they get married and why?"

"I'm just getting to that."

"Be patient." Amy winked at Mel. 

Mel stuck her tongue out at Amy.

Jeanne continued the story. "About three months after they started dating Luther called Abby and invited her to lunch. Abby was surprised. This was a first. At seventy-eight Luther is still a workaholic. He always eats lunch at his desk. They met at a restaurant near Luther's office. Abby was nervous. She was afraid that Luther had grown tired of her and she was about to get her walking papers."

Smiling, Amy said, "She was enjoying the lifestyle. She didn't want to give it up."

"That's right. As soon as they finished ordering lunch Luther started telling her how much he'd enjoyed the past few months, how much he enjoyed her company. That made her even more convinced that he was ending their relationship."

Mel said, "She thought he was trying to let her down easy."

"Exactly, but then he started talking about how she's added stability to his life, how all of his business associates are enamored with her and how compatible they are with each other. She was confused. Suddenly this wasn't sounding like a let down. And then Luther totally blew her away. He asked her if she would become the next Mrs. Luther Bowlin."

Grinning, Amy said, "I'll bet that did blow her away."

"Luther quickly explained his proposal. As Abby listened to him it began to make sense. The divorce settlements with his previous three wives had been financially difficult for him. Abby was well aware of that. They'd discussed it frequently. That was one of the reasons Abby was so surprised by Luther's proposal. Luther's children were also an issue. They were even more concerned about protecting the family fortune than Luther was. If Luther married Abby they were terrified that she might cheat them out of their inheritance. Luther loved his children. Protecting their financial interests was his primary concern."

I asked, "What did he propose?"

"He offered to provide Abby with a weekly allowance of five thousand dollars. She would also be allowed to live in the Bowlin estate on Island Lake west of the Twin Cities. The estate had a full time cook and house keeper. Of course Luther would take care of all of the household expenses."

Mel said, "Five thousand dollars a week and a mansion with servants. That's a damn good deal. What did she have to do in exchange? She was already sucking his cock."

"She had to sign a prenuptial agreement relinquishing all claims to the Bowlin family fortune."

"That's all? Hell I would have signed that prenup in a flash."

"Abby felt the same way. She never had designs on the Bowlin family fortune. While she liked Luther and she enjoyed the glamor and prestige that came with his position in the business community, she was smart enough to understand that when he was gone the glamor and prestige would go with him. Abby has many vices, but avarice isn't one of them. She immediately agreed to sign the prenup and also informed Luther that the allowance wasn't necessary. She wanted to continue working at her job. Since she wouldn't have any living expenses her salary was more than enough money for her."




Awakenings Ch. 18



Amy said, "The more I learn about your friend the more I'm inclined to like her. She seems to have things in perspective. Relationships are much more important than money."

Nodding, Mel said, "I agree. What did Luther say when Abby told him the allowance wasn't necessary?"

"He wouldn't hear of it. He argued that she was his best friend. While he couldn't give her the family fortune he could at least make sure that when he was gone she had a healthy savings account."

Mel said, "Hell I like both of these people."

Amy said, "Me too. What did Abby say?"

"She agreed."

I said, "What happened after the financial issues were settled?"

"They moved on to the personal issues."

Amy said, "That's a biggee."

"Damn right." Mel was grinning,

"Luther told Abby that except for her moving into the family estate he didn't want their lifestyles to change. He would still spend most nights in his downtown penthouse apartment and he planned to continue seeing his escorts. He also wanted her to feel free to continue seeing other men, but he did have three requests."

Amy asked, "What were they?"

"He asked Abby to be discreet. She didn't need to be obsessive about it. He wasn't a film star or a politician. The gossip columnists didn't really care about his private life. He only asked that when she was out playing with other men that she be cautious about telling people that she was Luther Bowlin's wife."

Mel said, "Seems reasonable to me."

"Abby thought so too. Luther's second request was related to his first request. While he wanted her to take his name, when she was playing he would prefer it if she used her maiden name."

Slowly nodding her head, Amy said, "When you started telling us about Abby you said her name was Abigail Martin. Now I understand. When she's with you she's Abigail Martin. When she's with Luther she's Abigail Bowlin."

"That's right."

I asked, "What name does she use on her driver's license and credit cards?"

"Abigail Martin, when they got married Abby kept her maiden name as her legal name. As long as you're not doing it to defraud people you can call yourself anything you want. When Abby's out with Luther he simply introduces her as Abby Bowlin. At work she's still Abby Martin."

Mel asked, "What was Luther's last request?"

"He asked her not to entertain men in the Bowlin Mansion. In support of that request he leased a studio apartment for her."

Smiling, Mel said, "A generous solution to another reasonable request. Abby was lucky when she met this man. Except for the fact that he's seventy-eight he sounds like the ideal husband."

"There's still a problem."

Mel's smile vanished. "What is it?"

"Luther's children hate her. No, that's not right; they're afraid of her."

Amy asked, "Why?"

I said, "I can answer that. She works for a law firm."

Jeanne said, "That's exactly right."

Amy said, "I don't understand. When she signed the prenuptial agreement didn't she relinquish all claim to the Bowlin family fortune?"

I answered, "Theoretically yes, but the truth is a legal contract can always be challenged, especially a contract that restricts the rights of a spouse. Prenuptial agreements are commonly broken. The exorbitant legal costs prohibit most people from challenging a prenuptial agreement, but this case involves a substantial sum of money and Abby has ready access to legal counsel. Luther's children have good reason to be concerned."

Shaking her head, Mel said, "But I don't believe she's a threat to them."

Jeanne said, "Mel honey, she's not; but Luther's children don't know that. If she does turn out to be a threat they have a lot to lose."

Mel sighed. "Yes, I suppose that's true." 

Reaching across my lap, Amy patted her girlfriend's thigh and said, "Sweetheart, we're lucky. Our world is simple and filled with trust. You and I have each other. Together we have Vince and now we also have Michael and Jeanne. Professionally we're just as secure. Our gentlemen treat us with respect and pay in cash. In exchange we do things, simple things that make them happy. Yes, in Vegas we occasionally encountered guys who would try to con us. When that happened we just cut our losses and left. All we lost was an hour of work time. Of course there is the ever present concern that we could get arrested, but if that occurs we'll spend a few hours in jail and pay a small fine. That's all that will happen."

Smiling, Mel said, "We do have a nice life, don't we."

"Yes we do." And then Amy said, "Now that we know about Abby, tell us more about her plan for Tuesday. Ruth told us a little in her email."

"It's exciting. There's a builders show at the Civic Center next week. It opens Tuesday. Abby told me that Tuesday evening the Goldenrod Supper club, that's a downtown bar where I sometimes go to meet men, will be crawling with guys who are away from their wives and have hotel rooms. Abby, Ruth and I are planning to meet at the Goldenrod at 6:30."

"Amy and I used to work the Las Vegas trade shows. If this show is like those, you're going to have a very good time."

"I'm looking forward to it." Jeanne paused. After a second she said, "Michael, is that okay? I mean that I'm admitting to you that I'm looking forward to it."

"Yes Jeanne, I want you to do that. This is a good example of sharing your excitement with me. Tuesday evening I plan to have a wonderful time imagining what you're doing."

"When I get home Tuesday night I'll call you and tell you all about it."

"I'd like that."

Mel asked, "What about David? Is he going to get to watch?"

"I invited him. We're planning to have dinner first. David can join us for dinner, but when we go into the cocktail lounge we'll separate. Abby, Ruth and I will sit at a table. David will have to watch from the bar."

Amy said, "Based on what Ruth told us in her emails I think we can be fairly certain David will be content with that arrangement."

"He's going to get to watch his wife meet a man who's going to take her to his hotel room for a little sex party." Mel was grinning.

Reaching over, I pressed my fingers into Mel's blue jean covered pussy and said, "You enjoy kinky fantasies, don't you."

Mel nodded.

Giggling, Amy said, "My girlfriend has a delightfully dirty mind. It's one of the many reasons I love her so much."

I winked at Mel. "A dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste."

Placing her hand on top of mine, Mel pushed my fingers even harder into her crotch. "Michael honey, my nasty thoughts never go to waste. My girlfriend will attest to that."

Jeanne said, "Whew! Suddenly I wish I was there with you. Michael I believe that you're learning at the feet of masters."

Amy said, "Learning at the feet of masters? I like that idea. I think that after we finish talking Mel and I may have to give your husband a little taste of life as a sexual submissive."

"I'll only go as a tourist."

Mel grinned. "We'll let you start out as a voyeur. You can watch while Amy and I take turns dominating each other, but when we're finished it will be your turn."

Giggling, Amy said, "Remember, we're experienced pro's. We know what we're doing."

"You certainly know how to scare a guy." I was shaking my head.

Jeanne said, "Michael, don't be a wuss. New experiences are the spice of life. Mel and Amy, when were together you can make me your sub any time you like."

Mel said,"We'll hold you to that Jeanne. When we were working in Vegas we had a friend who specialized in bondage. She taught us a lot. Have you ever been tied up?"

"No, but..." Jeanne's breath caught. "Oh my!"

Amy smiled. "We could call Trent and give him some instructions."

"Definitely not." Jeanne was adamant. "I don't trust Trent enough to let him do that, but if you could teach Michael that would be wonderful. Baby, I know you're not naturally dominant, but it would be fun to experiment. You could do me and then I could do you."

Mel winked at me. "Jeanne, we'll teach him how to use a feather. Tickling can be exquisite torture, especially when you're helpless to stop it."

Jeanne's breath caught again and then she said, "I am definitely going to need a serious session with my vibrator before I go to sleep tonight."

All of us laughed. 

There was pause and then Jeanne said, "It's getting late. I wish I could talk all night, but I have to work in the morning."

I said, "You'd better get to bed. I love you Jeanne."

"I love you too Michael. Good night Amy and Mel. Take good care of my husband for me."

Mel said, "Good night Jeanne. Don't worry, we will."

Amy said, "Good night Jeanne, we look forward to talking to you again tomorrow night."

Jeanne said, "Me too" and then she ended the call.



Awakenings Ch. 19



This story is the nineteenth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous eighteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

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After Mel, Amy and I finished talking to Jeanne, we went upstairs to the bedroom. On the way Amy explained, "Michael, almost everyone who regularly plays dominant submissive games or sadomasochistic games has a safe word."

"I understand. I've read about them. It's a safety net for the sub."

Shaking her head, Mel said, "No Michael, that's not the real purpose."

"I don't understand." 

Amy said, "Michael, I love Mel and she loves me. While we occasionally like to play some wickedly kinky games, we don't want to hurt each other. Knowing that we have a safe word allows us to push each others limits without having to worry that we might be going too far."

Nodding, Mel said, "That's right, a safe word allows us to get really nasty with each other."

I laughed. 

Shaking her head, Amy said, "Michael, we're serious and you need to understand this. You have an adventurous wife. She wants to experiment. She trusts you. She wants to experiment with you. You're not a dominant sadist. The only way you'll be able to push Jeanne's limits is if you feel confident that she can stop you if you go too far. A safe word will help you."

"Okay, I guess I understand. What's your safe word?"

Mel said, "Time out."

"You mean like the sports term."

Amy said, "Pretty much, actually I guess that's exactly what it is. When one of us feels like things are getting out of control or taking an uncomfortable turn we call time out. That gives us an opportunity to talk about what's happening."

"Does that happen very often?"

"Almost never. Amy and I have been together for a long time. We have a good understanding of what we both enjoy and don't enjoy. Still, it's sometimes fun to push each other a little bit. The safe word makes that easier."

"I get it."

"Are you ready to watch?" Amy was smiling.

"Definitely."

Looking at Mel, Amy said, "You first."

Mel winked at me and then she took a deep breath and barked at Amy, "Okay slut, get your clothes off. Tonight you're my bitch and I want my bitch naked."

I was surprised as I watched Amy hurriedly undress. Her usual confident demeanor had vanished. The brash boldness that was always present in her eyes had been replaced by a look of meek acquiescence. Mel, on the other hand, now looked like a firebrand from hell. I was both amazed and aroused by their ability to effortlessly slip into characters so different from their natural dispositions.

After laying her clothes on her dresser Amy turned and stood naked in front of Mel and me waiting for instructions. 

"Get down on your knees bitch. Crawl over and undress me."

Amy complied immediately. Mel stood coolly nonchalant, staring down at her girlfriend as she obediently removed her clothing. I watched in rapt silence.

As soon as Mel was naked she ordered, "Lay my clothes on your dresser and fetch the toy box."

Amy stood, quickly gathered up Mel's Jeans, tee shirt and panties and laid them on the dresser. Once that was finished she hurried into their walk in closet. A moment later she reappeared carrying a box about one foot by two feet. Covered with white satin and decorated with gold flowers imbedded with brightly colored jewels, the box was reminiscent of a jewelry box that might have been found in the boudoir of a Renaissance queen.

Amy laid the box on Mel's dressing table. 

"Open it." Mel was standing with her hands on her hips. She reminded me of a Marine Corps drill sergeant.

Amy opened the box.

"Bring me my cock."

Amy took out a leather harness and a large lifelike black rubber phallus. After slipping the base of the dildo into the harness she walked over to Mel, kneeled at her feet and strapped the harness to her hips.

"Now fetch the handcuffs." Mel was still standing with her hands on her hips, but now a large black erection extended proudly from her mons venus. It was an amazingly erotic sight.

Standing up, Amy hurried back to Mel's dressing table. She took four pairs of gold plated handcuffs and four gold chains from the toy box and brought them to the bed. 

"You know what to do next."

Nodding, Amy wrapped one of the chains around each of the corner bed posts. Then she slipped one of the open handcuffs through the two links at the end of each chain and snapped them shut. Once that was done she looked at Mel.

Mel said, "Lie down on the bed and assume the position."

Amy immediately lay down spread eagle on the bed. The chains were just long enough for the open end of each pair of handcuffs to reach one of her wrists or ankles. 

Mel slipped the open end of each pair of handcuffs around Amy's wrists and ankles and snapped them shut. When she was finished Amy was bound spread eagle on the bed. I looked at her cunt. It glistened with her moisture. Amy was definitely aroused.

Mel walked over to her dressing table, took a large ostrich plume out of the toy box and returned to the bed. Setting the ostrich plume next to Amy, Mel straddled her face and sat down. The large black rubber phallus still jutted obscenely from her pubic mound. "Now you're mine slut. I intend to have some fun. You can lick my ass while I play."

For the next twenty minutes I watched Mel pinch, slap, fondle and tickle Amy. At times Amy begged Mel to stop. Mel callously ignored all of her pleas. I understood. Amy didn't say the words, time out. If she'd really wanted Mel to stop that was all she had to do.

Mel finally did stop, but not because of Amy's pleas. It was time to play a different game. Slipping off of Amy's face, she turned around and straddled her chest. As she rubbed Amy's lips with the head of her rubber cock Mel said, "Suck my dick slut. Show us what a good cocksucker you are." 

Amy obediently opened her mouth and began hungrily sucking and licking Mel's dildo. Her eyes were crazed with lust. It was clear she was enjoying this game every bit as much as Mel was.

As I watched I considered taking my cock out and masturbating, but realizing that it would temporarily dampen my own lust, I resisted. As it turned out I'm glad I chose to control myself because I was about to become an active participant in Mel and Amy's kinky game.

Mel let Amy suck her for a moment and then pulling back, she said, "That's enough slut. It's time for me to fuck you."

Breathless with excitement, Amy answered, "Yes please."

As Mel positioned herself between Amy's spread thighs, she said, "You are a slut." 

Amy stared up at her.

Rubbing the head of her dildo up and down the length of Amy's wet cunt, Mel said, "Is this what you want slut?"

"Oh god yes, please fuck me!"

Still teasing Amy's cunt with the head of her rubber phallus, Mel said, "Beg for it bitch. Beg for my cock."

"Please Mistress Melody, please give me your cock. I need it. You're driving me insane. I have to have it."

"Tell us why."

"I'm a slut. I love cock. I can never get enough."

"All right." Mel pushed the full length of her dildo into Amy. Amy was so wet that it slipped in easily. 

Amy gasped. 

Mel slowly pulled the phallus out. As she thrust it in again, she said, "Is this what you wanted slut?"

"Yes, yes, fuck me; fuck me hard."

Now ruthlessly pumping her cock in and out of Amy, Mel said, "You like it hard, don't you bitch."

"Yes, I want it rough. Use me, fuck me like a slut."

"How much cock do you want? Tell us."

"As much as I can get."

"Why? Tell us why?"

"Because I'm a cock hungry slut, "

Suddenly Mel stopped fucking Amy. Pulling back, she stood up and turned to me. "Okay Michael, you heard her. She's a cock hungry slut. It's your turn. She's a fuck toy. Use her like one."

Behind her Amy lay spread eagle on the bed, her exposed cunt wet and gaping from Mel's rubber phallus. Smiling at me, Amy seductively licked her lips. I smiled back at her.

Noticing my smile, Mel said, "The sluts teasing you, isn't she."

I grinned. 

"Fuck her Michael, give her what she wants."

As I was stripping off my clothes Mel said, "You understand that we're teaching you how to play with Jeanne. She wants this. We know it's not part of your nature, but she trusts you. She may never be comfortable letting any other man do this with her."

"I understand."

"Good, now fuck Amy. She's tied helplessly to the bed. For the next few minutes she's your toy. Use her, use her for your pleasure. Ravish her."

I stared at Amy. She was waiting, helpless, open, eager to be ravished; but Mel had been right. This wasn't part of my nature. I wasn't a ravisher.

Recognizing why I was hesitating, Amy said, "It's okay Michael. We're just playing a game. This is your role in the game. Relax and enjoy it. That's what I'm going to do. I'm excited. I can't wait to be ravished by you."

That made me grin. It gave me confidence too. I could play a role. I also knew that Amy and Mel were right, Jeanne will want to play games like this one and at least at first, she'll want to play them with me because she trusts me. 

Jeanne and I both regretted how all of this started. Jeanne should have shared her original awakening with me. Unfortunately she didn't. While both of us now wished we could go back to the beginning and restart this journey together, that wasn't possible; but I was beginning to understand what Amy and Mel were doing. They were guiding me to a point where Jeanne and I might be able to begin exploring this new life together. For that to happen I needed to learn to be just as adventurous as Jeanne. That meant that I had to be able to play roles outside my comfort zone.

Still grinning, I looked at Amy and then at Mel. 

Mel asked, "What?"

I winked at her and then I turned to Amy, wiggled my eyebrows and said, "Get ready to be ravished."

Both women started giggling. 

Climbing on top of Amy, I stared into her eyes and said, "You're mine slut."

Still giggling, Amy stuck her tongue out at me. I winked at her and then I kissed her hard on the lips and pushed the full length of my cock into her slippery cunt.

Amy gasped.

I waited. Several seconds passed and then I slowly started fucking her. While I knew I was supposed to be rough, I didn't want to be a rammer and jammer, so I opted for slow firm thrusts.

After a moment Amy whispered, "Damn Michael, that feels really good."

I continued fucking Amy with a slow easy rhythm.

Amy said, "Now Michael, I'm ready for it. Give it to me hard."

I continued with my slow easy rhythm.

"Damn it Michael, you're driving me crazy. Fuck me, fuck me hard!"

"Beg for it."

"What?"

"You're my sex toy. Isn't that the game we're playing?"

"You son of a bitch."

Behind me I heard Mel giggling.

I again said, "Beg for it. Beg for my cock."

"Oh hell, please give me your cock. Please fuck me."

"Are you my slut?"

"Yes damn it. I'm your slut. I'm your mother fucking slut. Now fuck me!"

I picked up the pace. My thrusts were faster and harder.

"Yesss, that's what I want. Fuck me you son of a bitch, fuck me hard!"

I started ramming my cock in and out of Amy's cunt. While I was confident this was what Amy wanted. I was still nervous about doing it and I was paying close attention to how she responded.

Amy's response was immediate. "That's right Michael, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a slut!"

Emboldened by Amy's reaction, I closed my eyes and started fucking her with ruthless abandon.

She screamed with delight.

Behind me, Mel said, "That's right Michael, give it to her. Give it to her hard. That's what she wants."

I kept fucking Amy.

Beneath me, I felt Amy's muscles tighten and then she cried, "Holy mother fucker!" and started to shake.

Mel said, "Don't stop Michael. Keep fucking her."

I continued fucking Amy. As her orgasm began to subside I felt the familiar warmth growing in my own loins. I kept pumping my cock in and out of Amy's cunt. Every nerve in my body was tingling with mounting pleasure, pleasure that was quickly building to an intense crescendo.

Wanting to savor the final moments I slowed my tempo. I opened my eyes and looked at Amy. She was staring up at me, smiling. I smiled back at her and then I closed my eyes, made one final long slow thrust into her cunt and began ejaculating.

As my orgasm ebbed, I realized that Amy was giggling. Behind me I heard Mel giggling too. Embarrassed, I pulled out of Amy, sat up and looked at Mel. "Was I really that bad?"

Mel stared at me. After a moment she said, "Baby, you misunderstood. We weren't laughing at you, we were giggling because you played your role so well."

Next to me Amy said, "Michael, you were magnificent. You teased me and then you fucked me. You fucked me really hard. It was wonderful. You made me cum. Sweetie I'm a hooker. I never cum on a guy's cock."

My confidence restored, I smiled.

Mel asked, "What got into you?"

Shrugging, I said, "I realized that Jeanne needs me. Yes, she has other guys and while I understand that she's going to keep playing with them, you both said it earlier. She's adventurous. She wants to try new things. She needs someone she can trust to experiment with her. I want to be that person."

Mel said, "Michael, Jeanne wants you to be that person too."

"I believe that, but if I am going to be that person I have to become just as adventurous as she is."

Smiling Mel said, "That's right and you just took a big step towards that goal."

"Hey, this is a touching conversation and I am enjoying it, but I'd enjoy it even more if I wasn't handcuffed to this damned bed."

Mel and I both looked at Amy. She was still lying spread eagle on the bed. Mel and I both noticed the trickle of my semen oozing from her cunt. We smiled at each other. Mel asked, "May I do the honors?"

"By all means." 

Mel and I both stood up. She took my place on the bed and I took her place in the chair at the foot of the bed.

Slipping between Amy's parted thighs, Mel said, "Michael left a little treat. Before we release you I'm going to take care of it."

Realizing what Mel was about to do, Amy said, "I'd be surprised and disappointed if you didn't."

"Don't worry, I won't disappoint you." 

"I'm sure you won't."

Mel buried her face in Amy's cunt. Back to my comfortable role as a voyeur, I watched. 

After a moment Mel sat up and turned to me. Her face glistened with the combined moisture of Amy's sex and my semen. Licking her lips, she wiggled her finger at me. She was inviting me to join her on the bed.

It was an invitation I had to accept. As soon as I was seated next to her, Mel placed her hand on the back of my head, gently pulled my face to hers and kissed me. I knew what she was doing. I didn't care. If Mel could swallow my semen, I could certainly taste it. I'd done the same thing with Jeanne in San Francisco. It was a little kinky, but I was learning that kinky can be fun.

As soon as Mel was finished kissing me, she moved over and kissed Amy. I watched. This was a long kiss filled with passion. It made me smile. My two friends loved each other very much.

When they broke off their kiss Amy said, "Is it finally time to release me?"

"Yes baby, it is." Mel stood up, walked over to her dressing table, took a key on a large ring from the toy box and returned to the bed. As she unlocked the handcuffs restraining Amy, she said, "Michael, now it's your turn."

Sitting up, Amy said, "Yes it is. Are you ready cuckboy?"

Suddenly overwhelmed with anxiety I stared at them.

Mel said, "Sweetie, trust us. You know we'd never do anything that would actually hurt you."

Nodding, I said, "I do know that."

Amy added, "And it is an important part of your development. If you really are going to be adventurous you have to be willing to try new things."

"Are you going to handcuff me to the bed?"

Mel stood up and walked over to the toy box. She returned holding a dog collar and a leash. "No honey we have something that will be much more appropriate for you. You need to be trained."

I gasped.

Amy giggled. "Don't worry Michael, it's going to be fun."

Laughing, I said, "The two of you have a very creative interpretation of the word fun."

"Yes we do, but have we ever steered you wrong?" Mel was grinning at me.

"No, you haven't. I can always call time out, right?" 

Nodding, Mel said, "Yes, if you do that we'll stop immediately.

Taking a deep breath, I said, "Okay, let's do it. You're right. If I really am going to become more adventurous I have to be willing to try new things."

Mel placed the collar around my neck, fastened it and attached the leash.

While Mel was doing that Amy stood up and walked into the closet. A moment later she returned carrying a horse whip. She stood next to me smiling while she slowly tapped the tip of the whip in the palm of her hand.

Mel stepped back creating a slight tension on the leash. "Mikey, you're now our pet. In this house pets aren't allowed on the furniture. Get down on the floor where you belong."

Smacking her whip against the mattress next to me, Amy barked, "Now Mikey! Do it now!"

Mel tugged on the leash. "You heard her. I suggest you obey immediately."

I jumped off the bed and dropped to my hands and knees on the floor. Looking up, I saw both Amy and Mel towering over me, naked. It was both frightening and intensely erotic. 

Amy winked at me. Mel blew me a kiss. That was all it took. I realized I could trust them. I relaxed and decided to enjoy the experience.

They began my training by making me crawl around the bedroom on all fours while they took turns tugging on my leash and lightly whipping me with the riding crop. 

After they got bored with that they ordered me to kneel on the floor and kiss and lick their feet while they sat on the edge of the bed making out. I loved that. It appealed to my voyeurism. I could happily spend hours watching two beautiful naked women make out. Kissing their feet while they were doing it was fun too. There wasn't any doubt that this staid midwestern accountant was now happily riding Jeanne's merry band wagon of kinky sex.

Mel and Amy finished by taking turns sitting on my face and kneeling between my legs, twisting and pinching my nipples and fondling and squeezing my cock and balls. For the first time in my life I grasped the concept that sensations of pleasure and mild pain can be equally exciting. Especially if those sensations occur in an intensely sexual situation such as having a beautiful naked woman rubbing her cunt in your face. 

The entire time Mel and Amy were gentle, caring and kept the mood light. I have to admit that I enjoyed it. Not because I discovered a latent desire to be a submissive. I enjoyed it because it was kinky and different. That was what made it fun. 

Later, as I was falling asleep I couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened. While it was wild and kinky, it had been an amazingly exciting evening. I thought about Jeanne and her new life. I realized that I now understood why she enjoyed being a slut. Creative, imaginative sex can be an exciting adventure. I smiled. I was beginning to understand that life as the husband of a slut wife could also be an exciting adventure.

Wednesday I returned to Danny's Lounge with Amy and Mel. Three more girls had brought their financial data, so I once again spent the afternoon in the dancer's dressing room organizing financial portfolios while beautiful women dressed and undressed around me. It was a tough job, but somebody had to do it.




Awakenings Ch. 19



When Jeanne called Wednesday evening she mostly chatted with Amy and Mel. They were quickly becoming close friends.

Thursday was Thanksgiving Day. In the morning Amy and I helped Mel prepare the turkey while we watched the parade. Once the turkey was in the oven we settled down in front of the television and watched the first NFL game. After the game we prepared the rest of the meal. We ate dinner at 5:00. It was wonderful. 

We'd just finished cleaning up when Jeanne called. It was 7:30.

Mel answered the telephone. "Hi Jeanne, give us a second."

We quickly moved into the living room. As soon as we were seated on the couch in front of the fireplace Mel switched on the speaker. "Jeanne, we're comfortable and ready to talk. Everyone is here and the speaker phone is on."

"Hi Michael. Hi Amy."

Amy and I both answered, "Hi Jeanne."

Jeanne asked, "How was your Thanksgiving?"

I said, "It was wonderful. Mel is an excellent cook. How was yours?"

There was a pause and then Jeanne said, "Kind of strange."

Mel said, "Tell us."

"We've talked before about Tricia and Paul's relationship."

Amy said, "Yes, he's submissive to her."

"This was the first time I actually witnessed it."

Mel said, "We're listening."

"Jodie rode with me. When we arrived at Tricia's apartment Paul opened the door and greeted us. Only it wasn't like a friend greeting other friends or even a young man greeting his girlfriends mother. It was more like a butler answering the door at a wealthy aristocrats mansion. No, that's not quite right. Paul was wearing a frilly pink lace apron. It was more like a maid answering the door. When Paul greeted us he called me Ms. Jeanne and Jodie Ms. Jodie. As we stepped into their apartment he announced our arrival to Tricia by saying, Ms. Patricia, your guests are here."

I said, "He called Tricia Ms. Patricia?"

"That's right."

I looked at Amy and Mel. "I can't remember the last time I called Tricia Patricia. She doesn't like it. She thinks it's too stuffy."

"Paul now calls her Patricia. Jodie told me he's no longer allowed to call her Tricia. She said Tricia told her she believes slaves shouldn't be allowed to be familiar with their superiors. They always need to remember their place."

Mel said, "Damn, Tricia is into this."

Nodding, Amy said, "It certainly seems like that. Tell us more."

"Tricia didn't treat Paul like a boyfriend, she treated him like a servant. He waited on us the entire time we were there. He brought us wine and appetizers, prepared the dinner, served the dinner, cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen by himself. Tricia never did anything to assist him. When I offered to help Paul Tricia actually stopped me. She explained that Paul was her slave. Serving her and her guests was his duty. Michael, Paul wasn't even permitted to sit at the table and have Thanksgiving dinner with us. He had to eat in the kitchen by himself. On the way home Jodie told me Tricia regularly entertains men in her apartment and makes Paul wait on them just like he waited on us today."

Mel asked, "Jeanne, what was his demeanor like? Did he seem sad or depressed?"

"Not really, but he wasn't bubbling with joy either."

Amy said, "He was working hard. He may just have been focused on doing a good job for Tricia."

"That's possible. Jodie thinks he likes being Tricia's servant. It's just so different. It's hard for me to believe that anyone could enjoy being a slave."

Amy said, "Believe me, there are people who love that role."

"I don't understand how Tricia could possibly want that kind of a relationship. I couldn't even manage to relax and enjoy the afternoon. Watching Paul do all the work while I did absolutely nothing made me feel so guilty."

Mel said, "Jeanne, you're not wired that way. You'll probably never understand it, but if that's the lifestyle Paul and Tricia want they get to do it. They're not hurting anybody."

"I suppose that's true, but it doesn't seem right. Michael, what do you think?"

"I agree with Mel. Tricia and Paul are consenting adults. If this is the life they want, it's their choice. They're not hurting anybody." I paused. After a moment I added, "But..."

Jeanne asked, "But what?"

"Is this really the life that both of them want?"

Amy said, "They are choosing to live it."

Slowly nodding, I said, "That's true, but Paul is in love with Tricia. While I don't doubt that he has a submissive nature, you have to admit that they're adopting an extreme lifestyle. Is this really what Paul wants or is he doing this because he's afraid he'll lose Tricia if he doesn't agree to her demands?"

"Michael, Tricia is our daughter. Do you really think she might be capable of coercing Paul into living as her slave?"

Mel said, "Jeanne, think about the mistakes you made when you announced to Michael that you were planning to start dating other men. Tricia is young and adventurous. She's also had a remarkable amount of professional success for someone her age. She has a dominant personality and Paul has a submissive nature. It would be very easy for her to get confused"

Jeanne quietly said, "Yes, you're right. It is easy to get confused. Michael what are we going to do?"

"I think we should follow the original plan. We're about to spend a full week with them in San Antonio. By the end of the week we should have a better idea about whether or not we have a problem."

"Okay." 

It was clear that Jeanne was still unsettled. I was too, but I knew that until we had a clearer understanding of the situation we shouldn't get involved. Deciding it was best to move on I said, "You have a date with Trent on Saturday. Are you excited?"

There was a brief pause and then Jeanne answered, "Michael, while I'm happy that you're becoming comfortable enough with my dating to ask me that question, I have to admit that it still surprises me."

"It surprises me too Jeanne; but a part of me, a big part of me is starting to enjoy your new lifestyle. Since you're obviously enjoying it too, I might as well relax and try to get into it."

Amy reached over and gave my cock a firm squeeze. "That's the spirit cuckboy."

I looked at Amy. She was grinning at me.

Jeanne said, "Amy be nice to my sweetheart."

I said, "Don't worry Jeanne, she's just teasing me."

"I am." Amy was still grinning.

I added, "Actually, it's good. I still harbor some lingering fears about what other people will think about me. The teasing I get from Amy and Mel is desensitizing me."

Mel said, "Jeanne in a way I think it's similar to what you're doing when you overtly dress and act like a slut. I realize you're mostly doing it because you enjoy it, but I suspect you might also be doing it to combat your remaining fears about the opinions of other people."

Jeanne said, "I understand what you're saying. You're probably right. That may be one of the reasons I choose to act like a slut in public."

Amy said, "You're making it clear to everyone that this is who you are. This is who you choose to be and if they don't like it, that's just too bad. When we tease Michael about being a cuckold we're trying to help him reach a level of comfort where he can say, yes my wife parties with other men and I don't care. Got a problem with that buddy?"

Chuckling, I said, "I'm not there yet."

Mel gave my cock another squeeze. "But Amy and I are trying to get you closer."

Jeanne said, "I think I'll leave that part of Michael's desensitizing to you. I'm afraid I might make another mistake. I've already made too many with him."

Now slowly rubbing my cock, Mel said, "Don't worry, we'll take care of that. Your job is to be Michael's hot wife and share your fun with him."

"I can do that."

"Now let's get back to Michael's earlier question. Are you excited about your date with Trent this Saturday?"

"Yes Mel, I am. Michael please don't be upset by that. You're the only man I'll ever love, but Trent really does know how to press my slut buttons."

"It's okay Jeanne. I understand."

Amy asked, "Jeanne are you still planning to try deep throating Trent's cock?"

"Michael, if you don't mind I would like to try it..." Jeanne paused and then she quickly added. "But if it bothers you that I'm doing it with him first I'll gladly wait until after I've done it with you in San Antonio."

"It's okay Jeanne, you don't have to wait."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. From what you've told me I think Trent will enjoy it more than I will and I can tell you're eager to try it with him."

"Michael, I really am, but I love you and I feel guilty about doing something with another man that I've never done with you. I made that mistake once. I don't want to repeat it."

"Jeanne this time it's different. This time you discussed it with me first and you have my permission...No that's not right. You're my partner, but I don't control you. You're an adult who's free to make her own choices. You don't need to have my permission to do anything. I think it would be more accurate to say that you have my blessing."

"Thank you Michael, I appreciate that. Saturday night I promise to call you and tell you all about it. That way I'll at least be sharing it with you."

"I'd like that."

Amy said, "Jeanne, this might help. Tonight after we're done talking to you I'll give Michael a deep throat blow job. That way when you do it for Trent you'll at least know Michael has already experienced one."

Mel said, "I'll give him one too. Then he'll be really experienced."

"Thank you, that's very kind of you, but both of you told me you don't enjoy giving them."

Smiling, Mel said, "Jeanne honey, we're pros. They're not our favorite thing, but Amy and I have given lots of deep throat blow jobs. They're pretty popular. We love you and Michael. We're eager to do anything we can to help the two of you."

Shaking my head, I said, "It really isn't necess..."

Mel poked my side. "Micheal hush. We're going to do it tonight. It will make it easier for Jeanne to relax when she does it for Trent on Saturday. Now don't argue with us, just enjoy it when it happens."

Amy chuckled. "Trust me Michael, when Mel makes up her mind about something it's pointless to argue with her."

"Damn right, I'm from Chicago. Don't ever argue with a girl from Chicago because we're always right."

Amy rolled her eyes. Jeanne and I laughed.

We spent a few more minutes talking about Jeanne's Saturday afternoon date with Trent and next Tuesday's trip to the Goldenrod supper club. Jeanne also mentioned that she and Abby were planning to stop at Brady's Saloon tomorrow after work. I told her to have a good time and then we said our goodbyes and ended the telephone call.

As soon as we were finished talking Mel and Amy dragged me upstairs. We showered together and then they took turns giving me deep throat blow jobs. While it was okay, I honestly thought that having my cock sucked was more fun. It also bothered me that it wasn't enjoyable for Mel and Amy. Don't get me wrong, they're both skilled professionals. They're extremely adept at making a man believe they're enjoying what they're doing, but I remembered their concerns when Jeanne first told us that she wanted to try deep throating a cock. Call me old fashioned, but when I'm engaging in sex I want it to be pleasurable for everyone involved. 

Later I lay awake sandwiched between Mel and Amy. They were both asleep. I was thinking about Jeanne's desire to give Trent a deep throat blow job. In San Francisco Jeanne described both of us as givers. I believe she was right. Trent is apparently a taker, the kind of man who would enjoy a deep throat blow job. As I considered that I realized I was hoping Trent would enjoy Jeanne's efforts on Saturday. I knew my wife. If he does it will make her happy and if he doesn't it will disappoint her. I love Jeanne with all my heart and soul. I really did want her to be happy. 

As I drifted into sleep I remembered Charles Montgomery's words on that fateful Saturday afternoon three months ago. "Michael during the days before her weekend getaways Edith was actually giddy with excitement. It's fun to see the woman you love that happy." 

I was beginning to understand. I wanted the woman I loved to be happy.

Friday afternoon Danny's Lounge was packed. Because of the Thanksgiving holiday most of the personnel on the air force base had furloughs, classes at the University were canceled until Monday and a large number of local businesses were operating in a relaxed mode. Of course it was also black Friday so a multitude of wives were out shopping, leaving their spouses home alone. Many of those abandoned husbands decided to go shopping too. At least that's what they told their wives. A large number of them ended up in establishments like Danny's Lounge. The manager at Danny's was experienced. He knew what to expect so every dancer employed by the club was working that afternoon.

I tried to get some work done on the girl's financial portfolios, but quickly gave up. The dressing room was a madhouse. The girls couldn't keep up with the demand for lap dances. When they had to make a costume change they did it on the run. I put my lap top computer away and spent the afternoon helping the girls get in and out of their costumes. It was a challenge, but we all know the old axiom: when the going gets tough the tough get going. I rose to the occasion, or at least part of me did. Yes, I admit it. I'm a dirty old man, but the girls needed my help and it didn't seem right to turn my back on them.

Friday night Jeanne called at 9:30. It was 10:30 in Minneapolis. She'd just gotten home from Brady's. She and Abby had both hooked up with men they liked. Jeanne's paramour for the evening was a salesman named Bill Gorman. He had a big cock and a nice sense of humor. Jeanne liked him and he liked her too. After they finished their tete-a-tete in his car he asked her if he could see her again. She declined. She told him she was married and had a boyfriend. She liked him but she didn't have time for another relationship. He gave her one of his business cards and asked her to call him on his cell phone if she changed her mind.

As Jeanne told us that I noticed a hint of regret in her voice. I have to admit that made me happy. Jeanne was discovering the disadvantages of trying to maintain two relationships.

Abby didn't have a current boyfriend so when her new friend asked if he could see her again she eagerly invited him to have a cocktail with her Sunday afternoon in her downtown studio apartment. I think Jeanne was envious. Again that made me happy.

Jeanne asked about my deep throat blow jobs the previous night. Amy and Mel told her that I didn't enjoy them all that much. They said I was just too nice. I couldn't enjoy something if I knew it was causing even mild discomfort for someone else.

I told Jeanne I preferred a normal blow job. I also again reassured her that it was fine with me if she did it for Trent during their date the next afternoon.

Jeanne thanked me and promised that she'd make sure my cock was in her mouth during a large portion of our Christmas vacation in San Antonio. I suggested that might create quite a commotion while we were sight seeing. Jeanne pointed out that she was a slut. A little commotion adds to the excitement. That made all of us laugh. 

Saturday afternoon Jeanne had her date with Trent. She called us Saturday night.

Mel answered the telephone. Once we were settled she asked, "How was your date?"

Jeanne said, "It was amazing."

Mel eagerly said, "Tell us all about it." 

"Okay, as soon as Trent was inside the house he took me in his arms and kissed me hard on the lips. I kissed him back and then I steered him to the couch and dropped to my knees. As I unbuckled Trent's belt and unzipped his pants he told me he'd been waiting for this all week. That got me even more excited."

Chuckling, Amy said, "I'll bet it did."

There was a pause and then Jeanne asked in a concerned tone, "Michael am I being too enthusiastic?"

"No Jeanne, not at all. In fact, it makes me happy to hear you this excited."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Jeanne, I'm positive."

Amy said, "Mel just unzipped Michael's pants and took out his cock. It's as stiff as a six inch iron pipe. Believe me, he's enjoying this just as much as you are."

Giggling, Jeanne said, "Hearing that makes me very happy."

Mel said, "Okay, you just unzipped Trent's pants. What happened next?"

"I pulled his pants down to his ankles. He sat down on the couch. I immediately started licking and sucking his cock. I was so excited. I've told you before that sucking a cock gets me really hot, but this time there was more."

Amy said, "You were going to try deep throating Trent's cock. I'll bet you were nervous."

"I was, but I really wanted to try it and it was time. Michael I've been watching some of your movies."

"You mentioned that. You're using them as instructional videos."

"I am. In the movies the girls always spit all over the guys cock before they try to swallow it."

Mel said, "It's the only way you can do it. It has to be wet and slippery."

"I did that. I got Trent's cock really wet and then I started pushing it into my throat. As soon as he realized what I was doing Trent went wild. I actually had to take his cock out of my mouth and tell him that this was the first time I'd ever tried to do this, so he had to be still and let me figure out how to do it. That was all it took. He sat perfectly still on the couch and watched while I tried to swallow his cock."

Amy asked, "How did you do?"

"Not bad. I gagged a little at first. I now understand what you meant when you told me you're choking yourself on the guy's cock when you do it, but I did manage to take all of his cock and hold it in my throat for a few seconds at a time."

"You took it all the first time? Way to go girl." Mel was grinning.

I asked, "Did you enjoy doing it?"

"I did Michael, I really did. I want to keep practicing. I'd like to get good at it."

Amy said, "It does get easier with practice."

"Michael, last night you told me you didn't enjoy it that much when Mel and Amy did it to you."

"It's hard for me to enjoy something when I know it's not comfortable for the other person."

"That's one of the many reasons I love you so much, but Michael when we're together in San Antonio would you still let me practice with you?"

"Why don't you practice with Trent? I gather he really enjoys it."

"Micheal I made a huge mistake when I began exploring the world of sex without you. I want to change that. I want to start exploring and practicing with you. I want us to grow together as a husband and wife. I want to read stories and watch erotic movies with you. I want you to help me learn how to be a slut. We had so much fun in San Francisco. I want that to become our life. Yes, I'll still be dating other men, but sometimes I'll set it up so you can watch and I'll always tell you about it. You can have fun too. I told Abby about how Mel and Amy are teaching you to eat pussy. She can't wait to meet you. She loves having her pussy eaten. Abby and I have even talked about having a threesome with you."

"Jeanne, that all sounds wonderful, but I'm not ready to come home yet. I still don't think I can handle watching you get dressed for a date."

Amy said, "But he's getting closer."

"I hope so. Michael I miss you so much."

Mel said, "I also want him to go home. That way Amy and I can visit you. I want to eat Abby's pussy too."

Giggling, Amy said, "So do I, but when I do it I want Michael to watch."

"Of course, that goes without saying." Mel was nodding vigorously. She was also squeezing my cock.

Amy continued, "And Jeanne I want to watch you do it too."

Jeanne asked, "You mean eat Abby's pussy?"

Amy nodded. "That's right."




Awakenings Ch. 19



Laughing, I said, "That would definitely get me home sooner."

"Really? Okay Michael. If that's what it takes, I'll do it. I've never been with a woman, but I've thought about it. I've thought about it a lot. I'd like to try it." Jeanne paused. After a moment she added, "But when I do it the first time, I want you to be there with me watching. Would you like that baby? I'm sure Abby would do it. She loves anything that's kinky. And when Mel and Amy visit us we could all do it together."

Mel said, "Yes we could. We could have a daisy chain."

"You mean like what you do with Michael?"

"That's right, but you and Abby could be in it too."

"Okay Michael, there it is. When you come home you get to watch me with Abby. Actually you get to have a three way with Abby and me. When Mel and Amy visit we'll have a five way daisy chain"

Amy poked me in the ribs. "Think you can handle that much pussy cuckboy?"

I just shook my head. Amy, Mel and Jeanne laughed. The four of us were becoming very close friends.

Mel said, "So tell us more about your date with Trent. You were deep throating his cock and he was loving it."

"He was loving it. He turned into an absolute wild man. He was so excited that he came in less than a minute. I barely had time to get his cock out of my mouth before he started ejaculating. He came all over my face. I got cum in my eyes."

Mel and Amy giggled. Mel said, "Been there, done that."

Jeanne started giggling too. "It was kind of fun. Trent's cum was everywhere; in my hair, in my eyes, all over my cheeks, I even had some of his cum in my nose. It made me feel so slutty. Trent tried to apologize, but I was so turned on that I didn't care. I just grabbed his hand and pulled him into my playroom. Trent's pants were still down around his ankles. All he could do was hobble along behind me with his big flaccid dick flopping around like a beached fish."

Amy, Mel and I chuckled at the image.

Jeanne continued. "Once we were in the playroom I wiped most of Trent's cum off of my face with a hand towel while he stripped off his clothes. Then we got on the bed and I went down on him again. It was crazy. We were both so excited. Michael I love being slutty and Trent loves playing with a slut. I think his wife must be really repressed."

"Like you used to be." As soon as I said it I regretted it. 

Sighing, Jeanne said, "Yes Michael, just like I used to be." The remorse was evident in her voice.

"It's okay Jeanne. We put that issue to rest in San Francisco."

"We did, didn't we." 

"Yes we did."

"Thank you Michael, thank you for being so understanding."

Mel said, "Back to your date with Trent. He took off his clothes while you were wiping his cum off of your face. Were you still dressed?"

"No, when Trent arrived I was wearing a silk robe. As soon as he was inside the house I took it off. All I was wearing underneath the robe was a pair black thigh high stockings, a garter belt and of course my high heels. Trent loves it when I wear spike heeled pumps."

"I'm a pretty big fan of them too."

"I know that. When we're in San Antonio that's all I'm going to wear."

"That won't make sight seeing very easy."

"I don't care. While we're in San Antonio I'm going to try to show you just how much fun having a slut wife can be. Besides I'm wearing them a lot now. I even wear them to work. I'm getting used to them. Don't worry, I'll pack a pair of walking shoes too, but I don't plan to wear them very much."

"You're wearing spike heeled pumps to the office? That must be creating quite a stir with those conservative old attorneys you work for."

"Believe me, they have noticed."

"Aren't you worried that you might lose your job?"

"While I realize that could happen, I love my new life. I love every part of it. That includes dressing like a slut. I won't compromise my new lifestyle for anyone but you."

"And I'm not going to make you do that."

"Thank you Michael. Don't worry, I'm an experienced legal secretary. If I lose this job I'll find another one. I'm certain there are law offices where my new style of dress would be well received."

Laughing, I said, "I'm sure that's true. Now let's get back to your date. I want to hear more details. Trent was lying on the bed naked. You were wearing nylon stockings, a garter belt and your high heeled shoes. What happened next?"

"I got on the bed next to Trent and went down on him again. I wanted to get him hard so he could fuck me. I stroked his cock while I licked his balls and his ass. That got him hard in a flash."

Amy grinned. "I'll bet it did."

"Once Trent was hard I deep throated him again. That got both of us really worked up, but this time I stopped sucking him before he orgasmed. Instead I rolled a condom onto his erect cock, lay down on the bed next to him and tried to pull him on top of me. Trent didn't cooperate. He had a different plan. He wanted my butt and I was happy to give it to him. Michael, I'm beginning to really enjoy anal sex."

Amy said, "Jeanne, I think it's a personal preference. Some women hate it while others love it."

Jeanne said, "For me, I think a big part of the attraction is that for most of my life it was such an unthinkable taboo."

Mel nodded. "Breaking taboos is fun."

"It is. Trent rolled me over onto my stomach, took the bottle of lotion from the table next to the bed, greased up my butt hole and mounted me."

I laughed. "Jeanne honey, I do believe this is the first time I've ever heard you utter the words butt hole."

Giggling, Jeanne said, "Michael, I'm a slut. Now I say lots of naughty things."

"Jeanne you still have a ways to go. Real sluts don't use the word naughty. They say nasty or even fun, but not naughty." Amy was grinning.

Jeanne said, "Hey Amy give me a break. I'm still a novice slut."

Mel said, "That's right, cut her some slack. She's not an old whore like you and me."

Amy stuck her tongue out at Mel. Mel gave Amy the finger. I shook my head.

Unable to see what was happening in Amy and Mel's living room, Jeanne continued. "But I'm learning and the two of you are turning out to be wonderful mentors."

I said, "So I gather you enjoyed your butt fucking."

"Michael I really did. Trent may not be the most sophisticated man I've ever met, but he definitely knows how to push my slut buttons. That's all I really want from him. Right now that's all I want from any man but you. Anal sex is turning out to be a big slut button for me. So yes, I loved it."

Mel asked, "Did he even fuck your pussy this afternoon?"

"Definitely. After Trent finished fucking my ass we cleaned up and took a short break. After our break I sucked Trent again. As soon as he was hard he rolled me onto my back, climbed on top of me and fucked me. We were both still obsessed with slutty nasty sex, so Trent fucked me really hard. He fucked me like I was a nasty slut. I loved it." Jeanne laughed. "Amy you're right nasty is a much better word than naughty."

"Yes Jeanne, it is." Amy was laughing too.

Mel and I were grinning.

Jeanne continued. "After we finished it was time for Trent to go home. That was fine with me. I was exhausted and the more I get to know Trent the more I'm starting to understand that all we really have in common is a mutual appreciation for dirty nasty sex."

Chuckling, I said, "It sounds like a solid basis for a dirty nasty affair."

"It is Michael and that's all it is. This will never be anything more than a dirty nasty affair. Please believe that."

"I do Jeanne."

"Michael, I do need to tell you something."

"What is it?" 

"Remember when you told me I could tell Trent that he was only man who got fuck my rear?"

"Yes, did you tell him that today?"

"Yes I did."

"What did he say?"

"He immediately asked if that included you?"

Amy asked, "What did you tell him?"

"I told him you were my husband and I would always love you, but I was his slut. That meant I'd do dirty, nasty things for him that I won't do for anyone else, not even my husband."

"What did Trent say to that?" I was curious. Oddly I wasn't concerned. My trust in Jeanne was rapidly being restored.

"He considered it for a moment and then he asked me exactly what I meant. I told him it meant that I wouldn't lick anyone else's ass, deep throat anyone else's cock or let anyone else fuck my ass. Those pleasures were reserved solely for him. Michael you told me I could tell him that. Was it alright?"

Giggling Mel said, "Jeanne I'm holding Michael's cock right now. If it gets any harder I think it might shatter."

Mel was right. While I was feeling a little embarrassed about my reaction, Jeanne's disclosure had definitely excited me. Remembering our pledge of total honesty, I said, "Yes Jeanne it was all right. I have to admit that while I'm not sure I understand why, hearing you say that is pretty exciting."

"Michael, you know I'll do any of those things for you anytime you ask. I still intend to deep throat your cock in San Antonio. As far as I'm concerned this is just a fantasy game I'm playing with Trent."

"I know that Jeanne. That's why it doesn't bother me. It's just a game." Chuckling, I added, "I'm learning that I love kinky sex games."

Jeanne giggled. "I do too. What's happened to us Michael? Have we gone crazy?"

Laughing, Mel said, "Hell, all of us are crazy, but this isn't crazy This is fun. Just hearing about it has me ready to pop."

Amy said, "Me too and Michael is rock hard. After we're finished talking to you were going straight upstairs for some serious three way oral sex.

"I wish I was there. I'd love to make it a four way daisy chain."

Mel said, "We'd like that too Jeanne."

Sighing, Jeanne said, "But I'm not. I'm going to have to settle for a little time with my vibrator before I go to sleep."

"Jeanne, you had a pretty good time this afternoon."

"Yes Michael, I did, but I still wish you were with me. I would have loved to have told you about my date while you ate my pussy and then after I finished telling you about all the nasty things I did with Trent I'd do them all for you."

"That would be fun Jeanne and someday I hope we'll be able to do it."

Sighing Jeanne said, "Michael, I can't begin to describe how much I'm looking forward to that day."

"In less than a month we'll be together in San Antonio."

"I know. I'm counting the days."

"Me too Jeanne."

"Michael, I would love to talk all night, but I'm exhausted."

"You had an exciting day, didn't you."

"I did. Thank you for understanding."

"Your welcome Jeanne. You'd better hang up and get ready for bed."

"Once I'm in bed I'm going to play with my vibrator."

"That will make you sleep better."

Jeanne giggled. "Yes it will. Micheal?"

"Yes Jeanne."

"when I doing it I'm going to be thinking about you."

"When I'm playing with Mel and Amy I'll be thinking about you."

"Jeanne, we'll all be thinking about you." Mel was smiling.

"Yes we will." Amy was smiling too.

"Thank you Amy. Thank you Mel. Take care of my baby for me."

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

I said, "Good night Jeanne. I love you."

"I love you too. Good night Michael. Good night Amy and Mel."

"Good night Jeanne." Amy and Mel answered in unison and then Mel ended the call.



Awakenings Ch. 20



This story is the twentieth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous nineteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 




The following Tuesday I woke up in a state of excited anticipation. That evening Jeanne, Ruth and Abby were planning to go to the Goldenrod Supper Club to meet men who were attending the trade show at the Civic Center. 

As I stood in front of the bathroom mirror shaving I thought about Ruth's husband, David. I was certain he had to be every bit as excited as I was. David and I had been close friends for well over a dozen years. He was going to be sitting at the Goldenrod bar that night watching another man seduce Ruth. Realizing that I envied him, I wondered if I'd reached a point where I could sit next to him at that bar watching another man seduce Jeanne.

Smiling as I rinsed the excess shaving cream off my face, I recognized that I was now not only capable of doing it, I was looking forward to the time when I could do it. I started to wonder why? How could I possibly be excited about watching Jeanne with another man. Remembering what Amy, Mel and Jeanne were trying to teach me, I stopped myself. Why and how weren't relevant questions. It excited me and didn't affect anyone else. That was all that mattered. 

I quickly dressed and went down stairs. Mel and Amy were in the kitchen. Breakfast was yogurt and granola. Amy handed me a bowl while I poured a cup of coffee.

As soon as I was seated Mel said, "You're looking particularly chipper today. Are you excited about tonight?"

"Amazingly, I am."

Mel raised her eyebrows. "Amazingly?"

I shrugged.

Amy smiled, "Mel our friend is learning."

"Yes he is."

I smiled.

After breaksfast Amy and I cleaned the kitchen while Mel prepared for her first cottage date. As usual Mel and Amy had a full schedule. They were each entertaining two gentlemen in the cottage.

I played golf. I didn't shoot a very good score. It's hard to focus your attention while you're picturing your wife and another man rolling around naked on his hotel room bed. 

By the time I returned to Mel and Amy's house it was a little after three. Mel was back from her 1:00 pm date. Already showered, she was sitting in the living room reading. After a quick shower, I joined her with my lap top computer. 

As I sat down, she asked, "How was your golf game?"

"It was okay. I played by myself. That was probably better."

"Why?"

"I'm a little preoccupied with what's going to happen tonight."

Setting her Kindle down, Mel said, "I would think you'd be getting used to it by now."

I shrugged. "Jeanne's meeting a new man. That makes it exciting. I also wish I could be at the Goldenrod with her."

"With her?"

"Not with her, but sitting at the bar with David, watching."

"Maybe it's time for you to go home."

Shaking my head, I said, "I don't know. Seeing her dressed up for her date with Derek Fischer is still a painful memory."

"You've both changed since then."

"I know, but I'm afraid that if I go home too soon I'll be anxious around Jeanne. She'll pick up on it and then she'll be anxious too. That mutual anxiety could end up destroying our marriage.

Mel nodded.

"I'm also afraid that passing time will be a problem."

"Passing time?" 

"The anticipation of what's going to happen tonight is killing me. Every minute feels like an hour. I can't imagine what it will be like sitting at home alone waiting for Jeanne to return from a date. Right now I have you and Amy to help me. When I'm on my own I'm afraid the waiting will be unbearable."

"You have David. Maybe you need to cultivate that friendship."

"I'm sure that will happen. David and I have always been friends. Since it appears we're now going to be sharing a common lifestyle, I'm sure we'll become even closer friends. While I agree that will help, it won't completely solve the problem. Jeanne and Ruth won't always be going out together, especially if both of them end up with boyfriends."

"Then you're going to have to learn how to pass the time while Jeanne is on a date." Standing up, Mel walked over and turned on the laptop computer that we now kept attached to the television in the living room. Watching porn movies had become a regular activity at Mel and Amy's house. "I think this is a situation where we have to fight fire with fire. What would you like to watch?"

"Julia Ann."

"Good choice." Mel started one of my favorite Julia Ann movies. As she returned to her seat, she said, "Now go to that erotic story site we like so much and find a good cuckold, hot wife story. The movie and the story should help you pass the time."

Realizing what Mel was doing, I smiled and said, "I"ll give it a try."

Mel and I sat on the couch. She picked up her Kindle and resumed reading her book. I started reading a story about a wife who was having a steamy affair with her boss. It was a cuckold story, so of course she had her husband's full knowlege and approval. In the third chapter the three of them took a vacation together at a luxury resort in Cancun. The wife and her boss shared a room. The cuckold husband had an adjoining room. The husband's wife and her boss were still too reserved let him watch while they were playing, but the wife loved her husband so she insisted on leaving the door that connected their rooms slightly ajar. She at least wanted him to be able to listen.

I stopped reading and considered that situation. Initially it seemed completely untenable. I couldn't possibly imagine a situation in which I'd be willing to sit in an adjacent room listening while Jeanne and another man played in their room, especially when I knew I was deliberately being excluded, but then I thought about it.

This actually wasn't all that different than a situation I was already resigned to facing when I returned home. I knew there would eventually be times when I would be watching television in my den while Jeanne entertained a man in Tricia's old bedroom. While I wouldn't be expressely excluded, invitations to join them so I could watch would be rare. That would result in me sitting in my den pretending to watch television while I listened to them enjoying each other in the next room. 

And then I understood. Fight fire with fire. I smiled. Mel really was brilliant. The sounds of Jeanne and her paramour playing in the next room would make an outstanding background for a Julia Ann movie.

"What are you grinning about?"

"I just figured out how to pass the time when Jeanne is entertaining a date in her play room while I'm at home."

"Tell me."

"I'm going to take your advice."

"Go on."

"The sounds coming from Jeanne's playroom will make a wonderful background for a Julia Ann movie."

Smiling, Mel said, "Very good, you're figuring out how to turn Jeanne's excitement into your own excitement." 

"I am." But then my smile vanished.

"What's the matter?"

"I don't think I'll ever be able to get used to watching Jeanne get dressed for a date with another man."

"Seeing her dressed up for her date with that Fischer guy was hard, wasn't it."

"It nearly destroyed me."

"You do understand that she regrets doing that."

"Yes, I know that, but when I go home it's still going to happen again. It's inevitable."

"We'll just have to find a way to make it exciting for you."

"I don't think watching a porn movie while Jeanne gets dressed is the answer this time."

"No, I don't think so either." Mel smiled. "But I do have an idea."

"what is it?"

"Confidence."

"Confidence?"

"That's right. When you see Jeanne dressed up for a date with another man you have to be confident that it has nothing to do with her feelings about you."

"That's easier said than done."

"Sweetheart, Jeanne loves you. All Amy and I have to do is make certain you know that."

"How are you going to do that?"

"Read your story and watch your movie. We'll continue this conversation while we're having our cocktails." 

"You're pretty confident."

"Damn right. I'm from Chicago. Girls from Chicago are always confident."

I chuckled.

"Read your story." Mel picked up her Kindle and started reading her book again. It was clear our conversation was temporarily on hold.

Amy returned from her last engagement at a quarter to five. After she took a quick shower the three of us moved out to the veranda for our pre dinner cocktail.

As soon as we were settled Mel said, "Michael told me that he's been anxious all day."

Looking at me, Amy asked, "Is it good anxiety or bad?"

I smiled. "It's good. Actually, I think excited might be a better word than anxious.

Mel and Amy both nodded their approval. Amy said, "You're coming around."

Mel asked, "Would you like to talk about what's happening tonight?"

"I don't know, sort of, but..."

Understanding, Amy said, "You want to hear about it from Jeanne, don't you."

"Yes."

Mel said, "Why don't we play a game instead."

"A game?"

"Yes." Turning to Amy, Mel said, "This afternoon Michael told me he's worried about having to watch Jeanne getting dressed for a date with another man after he gets home. He said that seeing her dressed up for that Fischer guy was hard for him."

Amy said, "You mentioned that before."

I nodded.

"Mel, tell us about your game."

"Let's pretend that Jeanne and her new friend Abby are going out on a double date. Abby has set Jeanne up with a young attorney that she's partied with several times. She told Jeanne that he's tall and handsome and he has a very big cock."

I looked at Mel with a puzzled expression. "A big cock? Why is that part of this fantasy game?"

Amy said, "Michael think about how much Jeanne is enjoying her new life as a slut. You know how adventurous she's become. I'm sure she's eager to experience a man with a really big cock. I'd be willing to bet that every time she goes to Brady's she's hoping she'll end up with a man who's well endowed."

"She already has. She told me about it in San Francisco. She said she hooked up with a guy who had an eight inch cock. She hated it. It hurt. She made him stop fucking her and gave him a blow job instead. She told me that a cock about my size is perfect for her."

Mel said, "A man with a bigger cock has to be aware of what he has. He needs to be careful, especially at first. Lots of guys become complete idiots when they get in bed with a woman. They lose their self control and turn into lust crazed savages. Guys with big cocks can't do that. It sounds like Jeanne met a well endowed fool."

Amy said, "That's right. A well endowed man has to go slow at first. He has to be patient. If a woman meets a man who can do that, a big cock can be an unbelievably exciting adventure. Also Jeanne isn't very experienced yet. She's learning quickly, but she's still a novice. Eventually she'll learn how to rein in an overly aggressive partner. When that happens big cocks will become a pleasure she'll savor.

Mel added "And sucking a big cock is incredibly thrilling. Michael you know how much Jeanne enjoys giving head."

"We talked about this, we really did. Jeanne told me she didn't care about cock size. She assured me that she loves all cocks."

Amy said, "We love all cocks too, but sex with a well endowed man who's proficient in bed is an unforgettable experience."

"If that's true why hasn't Jeanne said anything about it to me?"

"Think about it Michael, she's afraid she might hurt you. You're not anywhere near as fragile as you were when we first met you, but Jeanne hurt you when she started all of this. She regrets that and it's clear to us that she's terrified of doing it again."

Amy said, "Mel's right. Jeanne's worried she'll make you feel inadequate. I suspect she's trying to suppress this desire, but I'm sure it's there. It has to be. It's so consistent with the slut image she's cultivating. I'm willing to bet that within a year Jeanne will be a full fledged size queen."

I took a moment to consider everything Mel and Amy had just told me. Finally I said, "That doesn't leave us with a favorable prognosis for our future."

"No Michael, that's not true at all." Mel was vehemently shaking her head.

Amy nodded. "That's why we're talking to you about this. Women, even women who are size queens don't marry cocks, they marry men. I can tell from Ruth's emails that before she met David she was a size queen. She still married David because she loves him. Even if Ruth starts dating other men, men with much bigger cocks, she'll still love David's cock because it's his. She'll always cherish it and find it exciting. We're certain that regardless of what happens, Jeanne will always feel the same way about your cock."

Mel said, "Michael, you enjoy porn movies that feature women with large breasts, correct?"

I shrugged.

Mel smiled. "Don't be ashamed. It's fun to fantasize about women with big knockers." 

Amy and I both chuckled at Mel's choice of words.

Mel continued. "Jeanne has big knockers, doesn't she."

"Yes she does."

"Is that why you married her?"

"No, of course not." Suddenly understanding where Mel was taking me, I paused. After a moment I said, "Okay, I'm starting to get it. If Jeanne does become a size queen I really don't have any reason to feel threatened. She's in love with me, not my cock."

Mel said, "Actually you should feel happy when she has a date with a man who's well endowed. It will be exciting for her."

I chuckled. "It also makes the fantasy more exciting for me."

"You mean imagining her sucking a great big cock." Amy was grinning.

"That's right." I was grinning too.

Mel took a sip of her cocktail and said, "Okay, let's get back to our game. Jeanne is in the bedroom getting ready for her double date with Abby. She's so excited that you can hear her humming as she brushes her hair. Think about how you felt all afternoon today. Is there any reason you shouldn't feel just as excited when you're at home while Jeanne is getting ready for a date?"

Amy said, "Jeanne loves you. Maybe she even gave you a blow job before she started putting on her makeup."

Shaking my head, I said, "I wouldn't want her to do that."

Mel looked at me quizzically. "Why not?"

"All day today I've had a sexual edge. It makes this much more exciting. If Jeanne gave me a blow job before she left for a date I'd temporarily lose that edge. I'd much rather wait until she returned home."

Smiling, Mel said, "Okay, but I'll bet she'll have tried to fuck you to death the night before."

I laughed. "I'm sure that's true."

Amy added, "And you know that when she gets home she's going to do everything she can to show you how much she loves you.

"Yes, I believe that's true too."

Continuing, Amy said, "So is there really any reason to feel bad because Jeanne is getting dressed up for another man?"

Jumping in, Mel said, "Michael, women love getting dressed up. It's exciting for us."

Amy nodded. "And Jeanne has made it clear that she intends to regularly get dressed up for you. Didn't she just tell you that she plans to wear spike heeled pumps for you the entire time you're together in San Antonio?"

"Yes she did."

"And she promised to bring a whole wardrobe of slutty clothes for you too, didn't she." Amy was pressing.

"Yes, she also made that promise."

"Michael, you now have a wife who enjoys getting dressed up. Enjoy it. Yes sometimes it will be for other men, but when that happens you can have all kinds of nasty little fantasies about what she'll be doing with her date. Baby, you can help her get dressed for her dates. Imagine how exciting it will be to fasten her brassiere for her when you know that later that night another man will be taking it off."

I laughed, but I knew Amy was right. That would be incredibly exciting.

Mel said, "Michael honey, you're a voyeur. You like to watch, but think about it. There are lots of ways to watch. Consider how much fun it would be to help Jeanne pick out the panties she's going to wear for another man. Jeanne desperately wants to include you in her new life style."

"I want that too."

Amy said, "Then do it. Get involved and one of the ways to get involved is to help her dress for her dates.

Shaking my head, I said, "I never thought about it like that. It could be fun."

Smiling, Amy said, "It is fun. Mel and I do it all the time. We colloborate on all the outfits you see us wearing for our dates."

Mel nodded. "And you know how much I love Amy and how much she loves me."

"Yes I do."

Amy looked at Mel and said, "Our friend is making progress."

"Yes he is."

"Let's find out how much progress he's making."

"How do you plan to do that?"

"One simple little question."

"I can't wait to hear it."

Laughing, I said, "Neither can I."

Flashing me a devilish smile, Amy said, "Really?"

"Yes."

"Okay cuckboy, here it is. When Jeanne comes home from a date will you eat her pussy? You'll know another man just finished fucking her, but you'll also know that Jeanne makes her dates wear condoms, so she won't be messy."

Mel added, "But if she was with a man who was well endowed she still might be a little stretched out."

I considered Amy's question. After a moment I realized that I'd not only do it, it would be exciting. It was kinky and like Jeanne I was beginning to enjoy being kinky. I also knew that Jeanne would enjoy it too. She'd think it would be really slutty. That would make it even more fun for me. Smiling, I said, "Yes, I'd eat her pussy. It would be fun."

Amy stared at me for a moment and then she stood up and took off her shorts and panties. As she sat back down she spread her legs exposing her shaved cunt. "Prove it. Ken Denton finished fucking me a little over an hour ago. He has a thick eight inch cock. As you can see my pussy is still a little stretched out. Come over here and eat me."

Mel clapped her hands. "This is a wonderful twist to our game. Michael you do it first, then I want to do it too."

Laughing I stood up and walked over to Amy. 

She said, "Take off your shirt and shorts. You can't eat pussy with your clothes on. It wouldn't be right."

Still laughing, I quickly removed my shirt and shorts. My cock was sticking straight out. 

Next to me Mel said, "I love seeing a man with an erection."

Amy giggled. "I do too. Face it Mel, we're both sluts."

Mel stood up. As she peeled off her tee shirt and shorts she said, "Damn right. I'm getting naked too. This game is fun. When it's my turn I want to be ready."

As soon as Mel was naked Amy wiggled her finger at me and said, "Come here cuckboy, I have a freshly fucked pussy that needs a soothing tongue massage."

All three of us were still laughing. We were having fun. As I kneeled between Amy's parted thighs I hoped that Jeanne and I could eventually reach a point where we could have fun like this too. And then I remembered San Francisco and smiled. Jeanne and I had already reached that point. We still had to learn to trust each other enough to be able to freely enjoy it, but I was confident we could do that.

Feeling blissful, I closed my eyes and leaned forward.

Amy whispered, "Remember what we taught you Michael. At first a woman is sensitive. Start with butterfly kisses."

I lightly brushed my lips along the cleft of Amy's pussy. She sighed. "That's right baby, do that until you feel me getting wet." I gently blew on the lips of her cunt.

Giggling, Amy said, "You remembered. That feels nice too."




Awakenings Ch. 20



I felt Amy's moisture on my lips. She was beginning to get aroused. I kissed her.

"Perfect, your timing was perfect. Mel our baby is getting as good as you at eating pussy."

Mel kneeled next to me. Gently rubbing my back, she said, "That's right Michael, kiss her. Do you notice how loose she feels. She just enjoyed a big cock. She's still a little stretched out. Push your tongue into her. Imagine that big hard cock fucking Amy."

I pushed my tongue into Amy. She said, "That's right baby, now fuck my cunt with your tongue just like Ken fucked it with his cock."

Reaching behind me, Mel cupped my balls in her hand. As she gently squeezed them she whispered. "I hope Jeanne meets a man with a really big cock tonight. She'll love having her cunt stretched just like Amy loved having her cunt stretched by Ken this afternoon."

I was now madly licking and probing Amy's cunt with my tongue. She leaned forward. Holding my head between her hands she pulled my face into her. "Michael, that feels so good. I love to be eaten after I've had a really hard fucking."

Still kneading my balls, Mel said, "I'll bet Jeanne would enjoy this every time she comes home from a date. After you make her cum you can have a turn fucking her too. She'll be stretched and loose from the big cock she just enjoyed and she'll be wet because you just ate her. You'll be getting slippery seconds. Not because she's filled with another man's cum, but because she's so excited. Michael, there is nothing in this world more fun than making love to a really excited woman."

Suddenly Amy cried, "Michael, it's time. I want to cum. I want to cum now. Suck my clit baby! Suck my clit and make me cum!"

I did exactly that and Amy did cum. Her orgasm was volcanic. Mel and I were both impressed. Laughing, Mel said, "Damn, for a girl from Wisconsin that was a pretty good pop." That made me laugh.

We both kissed Amy and then Mel sat down in a chair. Spreading her legs, she said, "I know I said I was going to eat Amy after you were finished, but damn Michael, after watching that I need to pop too. Would you please do me."

"Mel, I would love to do you."

Mel grinned. As I slipped between her legs she said, "Poppin on the patio during cocktails. We are definitely twenty-first century. Hell, we might even get into Cosmopolitan Magazine."

Amy rolled her eyes.

I smiled and kissed Mel's cunt. She whispered, "Michael, do me sweet, just like you did Amy."

I did. Mel came quickly. When she was finished Amy said, "That didn't take long."

"Michael's good and I was in the mood. I'm from Chicago. When we're in the mood Chicago girls pop quick."

Smiling, Amy stood up and walked over to Mel and me. As she pulled both of us to our feet she said, "Let's get dressed and go inside. It's time for dinner."

We put our clothes back on. We neeeded them. The sun was going down. It was getting chilly. All three of us had goose bumps.

As we were walking into the house, Mel said, "Michael, you didn't get to cum. I understand, but it still doesn't seem fair."

"Don't worry Mel. I'm happy. Right now I have the perfect sexual edge."

Mel made fettucini alfredo, salad and garlic bread. Amy opened a bottle of California zinfandel. As usual, the dinner was excellent. 

After dinner Amy and I cleaned the kitchen while Mel sat at the table sipping a glass of wine. It was an equitable arrangement. Mel was an outstanding cook. My culinary skills were limited to rinsing dishes, scouring pans and wiping counters. Slightly more proficient than me, Amy could also load the dishwasher.

After dinner, we retired to the living room and watched television while we waited for Jeanne to call.



Awakenings Ch. 21



This story is the twenty-first episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous twenty episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

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It was a little after ten when Jeanne called. That meant it was a little after eleven for her. During the previous hour I'd started to get nervous because it was getting so late. I was concerned that Jeanne might have encountered some sort of difficulty. Amy and Mel kept reassuring me. They both maintained that Jeanne was most likely having a good time and wanted to prolong the evening. Rationally I knew they were correct, but I couldn't help myself. I was still anxious. I had the same problem when my daughters started dating.

When the telephone finally did ring Amy, Mel and I all smiled at each other and then Mel answered it. "Hello." The speaker was already on. 

"Hi Mel, is everyone there?"

Amy said, "We're all here Jeanne."

"Michael, I'm sorry it's so late. I lost track of the time."

"That's okay."

Amy said, "He was worried."

"I'm sure he was. You should have seen him while Tricia was out on her first date."

Giggling, Mel said, "I'll bet he was a basket case."

"He was."

Amy said, "You must have had a good time tonight."

There was a pause and then in a subdued voice Jeanne answered, "I did." 

I immediately noticed Jeanne's reticence. I glanced at Amy and Mel. They both looked puzzled. They'd noticed it too.

I said, "Jeanne, I sense there's something wrong. Did something bad happen tonight?"

"No Michael, everything was fine. I'm just tired."

"Jeanne we've been married for twenty-seven years. We know each other. You can tell when something is bothering me and I can tell when something is bothering you. Right now it's clear to me there's something bothering you."

"Sweetheart I'm afraid you'll misunderstand."

"Total honesty Jeanne, that's the only way we're going to be able to make this work."

"I know but..."

Amy gently asked, "Jeanne did you meet a really handsome man tonight?" 

Reluctantly Jeanne admitted, "I did." And then she quickly added. "Michael, you don't need to worry, you really don't. It's still just sex. You're the only man I'll ever love and you'll still always be my favorite lover."

Mel placed her hand on my thigh. I looked at her. She smiled and said, "Michael, the fact that Jeanne's concerned about your feelings is proof that she loves you."

"I do Michael, I really do. I'll always love you."

I said, "Don't worry Jeanne, I know that. Tell us about the man you met tonight."

"Okay, his name was Jerry Clay" Jeanne's voice was still subdued. 

Amy asked, "Where does he live? I assume he was in town for the trade show."

"Yes he was. He's from St. Louis. He's an engineer for a company that makes steel girders for bridges and large buildings."

Mel said, "He sounds interesting."

Starting to relax, Jeanne answered, "He was very interesting."

"How old is he?" 

"47"

"Two years younger than you and Michael."

"That's right."

I understood and appreciated what Amy and Mel were doing. By asking easy questions about this man they were giving both Jeanne and me an opportunity to relax and get used to talking about him. I made a mental note to remember to do this whenever Jeanne returned home from a date with a new man. 

Amy asked, "Is he married?"

"Yes."

"Does he have kids?"

"He has a boy and a girl. His daughter is a sophomore in college. His son is a senior in high school."

"So he's not interested in any kind of ongoing relationship."

"No he's just like me. He occasionally enjoys a little fun on the side, but that's all he wants."

Mel said, "You mentioned that he's handsome. Is he tall?"

"Yes, He told me he's six foot five."

"That is tall, is he fit?"

"He played small college basketball. He still plays in a league at the YMCA twice a week and he told me he runs three miles every morning."

"So he was lean and handsome."

"Yes he was."

Mel and Amy's questions were having their desired effect. I was relaxing and regaining my self confidence while Jeanne was becoming increasingly straightforward about her answers. Deciding it was time to get involved, I asked. "Jeanne, I assume you went to his hotel room with him."

"Yes Michael, I did. That was the plan."

"Yes it was." My excitement was beginning to trump my fears. Taking a deep breath I said, "I assume you let him fuck you."

Suddenly nervous again, Jeanne tentatively answered, "Yes, I did."

Ignoring, Jeanne's uneasiness I asked, "Was he good?" I was careful to keep my voice calm and pleasant. 

"Yes Michael, he was." Jeanne's voice was now a barely audible whisper.

Deciding that Jeanne needed reassurance I said, "It's okay. Amy, Mel and I have been talking about this. They told me it's inevitable that you're eventually going to meet men who are very good in bed."

"Michael, you'll always be my favorite."

"I know that Jeanne. It's okay, I'm still a little jealous, but that doesn't matter. I'll get over being jealous. What does matter is that I'm happy for you."

"You're happy for me?"

"Yes Jeanne, I love you. I'm glad you met some one who's outstanding in bed."

"Really?"

"Yes Jeanne."

"Michael, you don't have any reason to be jealous."

"I know that Jeanne, but those old attitudes are hard to shake."

"I understand."

"Don't worry, they're slowly disappearing. Did you have fun with..." I paused and asked, "Jerry Clay, that was his name, right?"

"Yes, Jerry Clay."

"Did you have fun with Jerry?"

"Michael, I really did."

"Did he have a big cock?"

Jeanne was silent. After a moment she said, "Yes Michael, he did." The reticence was back in Jeanne's voice. 

I realized that Jeanne was once again worried about hurting my feelings. I considered trying to reassure her again, but then I decided the best way to reassure her was to continue discussing this in a relaxed, unemotional manner. I asked, "Did you enjoy sucking it?"

Jeanne shrieked, "Michael!"

"What?"

"I...You're not..."

"I'm not what? I'm not supposed to ask you that question?"

"Michael, I don't know. This is all so confusing. I don't know what to think. I wish I'd never started this."

Amy said, "Do you really believe that Jeanne?"

Jeanne was silent. After a moment she said, "I need to say something. Michael please let me finish before you try to respond, all right?"

"Okay."

"Jerry's cock was at least eight inches long and it was thick. In San Francisco I mentioned that I'd been with a man who had a large cock and I didn't enjoy it. I now understand why. The man I was with before was young. He was clumsy and self centered. When he tried to fuck me he jammed his cock into me. I wasn't prepared for it and it hurt. Jerry was larger than that guy, but when he started fucking me he was patient and graceful. He entered me slowly. He gave me an opportunity to get used to his size. When he did start fucking me I was ready for him and it was amazing. Jerry was a virtuoso in bed and his huge cock was wonderful."

A surge of jealousy stabbed at my gut. Mel was watching me. She gave my thigh a firm squeeze and whispered, "Listen to her Michael, she's not finished."

Jeanne said, "Mel's right Michael, I'm not finished and I beg you to keep listening to me."

"All right."

"Jerry was a talented partner. While sex with him was exciting, amazingly exciting, it wasn't as exciting as the sex I enjoyed with you in San Francisco. Michael, with Jerry or for that matter any of the other men I date, sex is a purely physical act. With you there is so much more. Of course we love each other and that alone makes it better, but there's still more. You're my friend and my soul mate. In San Francisco we talked, we used our imaginations, we explored our fantasies together. I can't do that with any man but you. Michael, big cocks are fun. I realize that now and I have to be honest with you. I am going to want to experience more of them, but you will always be my most exciting sex partner."

Jeanne paused. After a moment she said, "You're every bit as graceful and patient as Jerry was and I love your cock. It's not as big as Jerry's, but it's still wonderful and you have something extra, something that neither Jerry nor any other man I date will ever have. You have a bond with me, a bond that promotes trust and sharing. Michael you will always be my most exciting lover because we enjoy each other, we know each other and we care about each other. I feel like I can safely reveal all of my fantasies to you and I think you feel the same way about me. That allows us to share them with each other."

Jeanne took a second to think and then she said, "Yes, I do occasionally enjoy a man like Trent, a man who treats me like a slut, but I could never trust one of those men. The personality traits that make them exciting preclude trust and sharing. I found you twenty-seven years ago. You are my treasure and I promise you that I will do everything I can to keep from losing you. That includes giving up this lifestyle if it turns out that it's necessary. There, that's what I needed to say."

"Thank you for telling me that. We've discussed this before, but this is an area where I'm going to need a lot of reassurance."

"I understand."

"It's funny."

"What?"

"When I imagine you with a man like Jerry, a man who's a well endowed, skilled lover, I have several contradictory reactions. I'm jealous, I know you're telling me that I don't have any reason to be jealous, but I can't help it, I still am."

Amy said, "Years of conditioning."

I nodded and then I continued. "I'm also envious."

Jeanne asked, "Why are you envious?"

"I wish I had a big cock so I could drive you wild when we fuck."

"You do drive me wild when we fuck."

"Because you love me, but I'd like to be able to do what Jerry did for you tonight."

Mel said, "Michael, I love Amy and she loves me. She's my favorite sex partner and I'm confident that I'm her favorite sex partner."

Amy smiled at her. "You certainly are."

Mel continued. "We're both bisexual. We both love cocks. When I watch you fuck Amy I see her enjoying a pleasure that I can never give her. Yes, we have strap on dildos. You've watched us use them. They're not the same as the real thing. Nothing can replace a real cock.

Amy said, "But Mel is still my favorite and most exciting sex partner. If she asked me to do it, I'd give up cocks for the rest of my life."

"I would never do that. I love Amy. I want her to enjoy every pleasure the world has to offer. That includes real cocks, so I love watching you fuck Amy and when she has a client like Ken Denton I love hearing her tell me about the fun she had with him. Jeanne, do you get jealous when you hear us talk about having sex with Michael?"

"I'm sure you remember that I got very jealous when I first learned he was staying with you. You're dancers and professional escorts. Michael if you want to talk about insecurity try being a woman whose husband is living with two strippers."

Amy, Mel and I smiled.

Jeanne continued. "Then I thought about it. First I recognized that considering everything I've done during the last few months it would be outrageously hypocritical of me to be jealous about Michael's relationship with the two of you."

"Jeanne, you've never had any reason to be jealous. I'll always love..."My voice trailed off.

Amy and Mel burst out laughing. I could hear Jeanne laughing too. 

Feeling chagrined, I said, "Yeah okay, I get it. That's exactly what you're telling me."

Jeanne said, "Michael honey, there's something that's even more important."

Amy said, "Tell us Jeanne. I think Mel and I know what it is and it is important. In fact it's what really matters."

Mel was nodding in agreement.

"Michael, right now you're living on a ranch just north of Tucson Arizona with two exotic dancers who used to be expensive escorts in Las Vegas. Do you realize how many men would envy you if they knew about your current living situation? You're going to have fond memories of this time you're spending with Mel and Amy for the rest of your life. I love you. How could I possibly want to stop you from having this experience."

I remembered what Charles Montgomery told me in my office on that Saturday I walked in on Jeanne and Derek Fischer in our bedroom. He said, "Michael during the days before her getaways Edith was actually giddy with excitement. It's fun to see the woman you love that happy."

I smiled. For the first time I actually understood what Charles was trying to tell me. Suddenly feeling very good, I said, "Jeanne."

"Yes Michael."

"Tell me about the fun you had with Jerry Clay tonight and please don't be shy about it. I love you. You had a memorable experience. I want you to share it with me."

Mel said, "Jeanne, before you start telling us about your date I want to ask you a question."

"Go ahead Mel."

"Do you still ever get Jealous about Michael's relationship with us?"

"No Mel, I don't."

"Do you understand why you don't."

"Of course. I gotten to know you. Now you and Amy aren't just Michael's friends, you're my friends too." She chuckled. "I will admit that occasionally I'm envious."

I asked, "Why?"

"The three of you are having so much fun. I want to be there too."

Mel said, "I'm certain that eventually a time will come when all four of us are together. Amy and I are looking forward to it as much as you are."

"I hope so, I really do." Jeanne paused for a moment and then she said, "But Michael this is important. I know you have to be away right now and I understand why, but there is a drawback to it. When you're away the men I'm dating are surreal figures to you. In your mind they're at least partially shaped by your fears and insecurities. If you met Trent you wouldn't be concerned about him at all. Baby he's a complete dufuss. He's good in bed, but his attributes end there. That's fine with me because all I want is a guy who's good in bed."

"When you first told me about him you said you found him interesting."

"I did and on a very superficial level I still do. Trent has all the sophistication of a high school football star. There's an arrogance about him that at this time in my life excites me, but only for sex. Trent and I never go out to dinner. I can't imagine having to make conversation with him for an entire meal." Jeanne chuckled. "But he sure does know how to make me act like a slut."

"What about Jerry Clay?"

"I think he's more like Amy and Mel. He's fun and interesting. You and I could both become friends with him."

"Me?"

"Why not. I've become friends with Amy and Mel. Michael, Jerry Clay isn't anymore interested in stealing me from you than Amy and Mel are interested in stealing you from me. If he lived here I could easily imagine a situation where the three of us went out for dinner."

"The three of us?"

"That's right, the three of us. We'd have dinner together and after dinner we'd go back to our house. Jerry and I would go into Tricia's old room and fuck while you watched television in the den. After Jerry leaves you and I would continue the fun in our bedroom. It could be a really exciting evening."

"I don't know Jeanne, I'm not sure I'm ready for..."

"Actually Jerry's pretty open minded. I'm fairly certain he'd be willing to let you come into Tricia's room and watch."

Next to me, Mel whispered, "You'd like that, wouldn't you. I'd like it too. If I was there I'd sit next to you. We could watch together."

Amy said, "Hey, what about me. I want to watch too."

Giggling, Jeanne said, "This is getting kinky. I really like that."

Shaking my head, I said, "The three of you are going to turn me into a total pervert."

Amy said, "No honey, you're already a pervert. We're just bringing it out of you."

Jeanne said, "Baby relax, let go. Believe me, being a pervert is fun. I'm enjoying every minute of it."

Next to me, Mel said, "Take it from a couple of old whores, she's right."

I smiled and then I asked, "Jeanne I know it's getting a late, but if you're not too tired I'd still like to hear a little bit about your date."

"That's why I called Michael. I really do want to share my new life with you. I was nervous tonight. I was afraid you might be hurt if I was completely honest about the fun I had with Jerry, but I still called. I didn't want to hide it from you."

"I appreciate that Jeanne. I think tonight has been good for us. My confidence is growing. Originally I'd just hoped to reach a point where I could tolerate our new life, now I think I might be able to enjoy it."

"Michael, that's the first time you've called it our new life. In the past you're always referred to it as my new life. That makes me happy. I want it to be our new life."

"I want that too Jeanne."

"I'm so glad."

"Jeanne, I gather you really enjoyed Jerry's cock tonight."

"I did."

"Tell me about it."

Giggling, Jeanne said, "A year ago I never would have imagined you asking me to tell you about another man's cock."

"A lot's changed in the last year."

"Yes it has. Okay, Jerry's cock. It was big. I figured that out while we were still sitting at the table in the bar."

Mel asked, "Were you sitting with Ruth and Abby at the time?"

"Yes."

"Did Ruth and Abby have men sitting with them too?"

"Yes all three of us paired up quickly."

Smiling, Mel said, "So while you were conversing with four other people you were playing with Jerry's cock under the table. I love it."

"It was really slutty, wasn't it."

"But you loved it, didn't you Jeanne."

"Yes Michael, I really did."

"Where was David?" Mel asked the question, but I was also wondering about it and I was certain Amy was too.

"He was sitting at the bar watching."

"Was Ruth flirting with her man?"

"Yes and she was so excited. Michael, Ruth is just as big a slut as Abby and me."

Nodding, Amy said, "I thought that might turn out to be the case."

Mel asked, "what was her guy's name?"

"Rob."

"Do you think she was playing with Rob's cock under the table?"

"I'm sure she was."

Amy grinned. "While her husband was sitting at the bar watching. That is so hot."

I asked, "Jeanne, were you excited when you felt Jerry's cock and realized how big it was?"

"I was. Michael I'm so glad we had this conversation. I was really worried about this. As you know my first experiences with well endowed men weren't very satisfying, but both Abby and Ruth are size queens. They've been telling me that if a guy can be patient a really big cock can be amazingly fun." Jeanne paused and asked, "Do you know what size queen means?"

"Yes, it's a term that describes a woman who has preference for large cocks. Is Ruth really a size queen?"

"Oh yes, even more than Abby. Ruth has told us a lot about her life before she met David. She was a real slut."

"I thought so." Amy was smiling.

"Does David know she's a size queen?"

"Yes Michael, he does. It excites him."

"I have to admit that knowing you're a size queen excites me too."

"While I'm both happy and relieved to hear that I think it excites David for different reasons than it excites you."

"What do you mean?"

"Michael, you're a voyeur. For you, the image of me sucking a big cock arouses you."

"It does."

"David is a voyeur too, so that image also arouses him, but for him there's an additional excitement."

"What is it?"

"Will you promise to try to understand?"




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"Yes, of course I will."

"David is a lot like Paul. He's a submissive masochist."

"Okay, I understand."

Mel looked at me. "Do you understand? David is your friend. This is important."

"I get it, I really do. The humiliation he gets from knowing that another man might be better able to satisfy his wife excites him. Mel, you and Amy are wonderful teachers. You've taught me many things, but most importantly you've taught me to accept, no to celebrate, the myriad of sexual desires that excite each of us. If my old friend gets off on a little sexual humiliation that's his business." I paused to consider what I'd just said and then shaking my head I said, "No actually, it's my business too. He's my friend. I should be happy for him."

Amy said, "Mel, our friend is learning."

Mel answered, "Yes he is."

Jeanne said, "The two of you have been wonderful teachers for both of us."

Mel mumbled, "Thank you Jeanne. You and Michael have been good for us too." And then in a clearer voice she added, "Enough of this. Let's get back to the seamy stuff. I want to hear more about Jerry Clay's cock."

Nodding, Amy said, "I agree."

I understood. Both Mel and Amy were insecure about accepting praise. That made me love them even more. And yes, I did love them. Differently than I loved Jeanne, but I loved them.

Jeanne also understood. Without comment, she said, "When I discovered how big Jerry was I got so excited that I could barely contain myself. I actually considered unzipping his pants so I could take out his cock."

Laughing, I said, "I'm glad you managed to control that urge. I could be flying home right now to bail you out of jail."

"I believe I may have just found a way to get you to come home."

"Jeanne, don't..."

"Don't worry Michael, I wouldn't do that. I understand why you're away. I don't want you to come home until you're ready."

"Thank you."

"Let's get back to Jerry's cock." Mel was smiling.

"It was big and I liked Jerry. I was hoping he might be the man who could introduce me to the pleasure of big cocks that both Abby and Ruth had been extolling."

"I gather he was that man."

"Yes Michael, he was."

Abby said, "Tell us about it."

"We chatted for a little while. A guy can't just say, let's go to my hotel room."

I said, "You were playing with his cock under the table. That's not a subtle message."

Mel said, "Michael honey, there's still a protocol that has to be followed. Especially when there are other people seated at the table."

"I see."

Jeanne continued. "Abby and her date were the first to leave."

Amy said, "That makes sense. She's the most experienced at this."

"Ruth and her date left next."

Mel said, "She's the next most experienced."

"She is. I'm still a novice at this."

I said, "You've acquired some experience at Brady's."

"There's a different protocol at Brady's. Everyone is in a hurry to get home to their spouses. There isn't much time for social niceties."

"I see."

"Anyway, Jerry and I left right after Ruth and Rob."

"Was David still sitting at the bar?"

"Yes Amy, he was, but I think he left shortly after us. That was the plan. Going to a guys hotel room takes longer than a quick trip out to a car. David was supposed to wait for Ruth at home."

"Where was Jerry staying."

"The Calvert." 

"Very nice." Turning to Mel and Amy, I said, "The Calvert is the city's finest hotel."

Amy smiled. "It's always nice to go first class."

"Damn right." Mel was nodding in agreement.

Jeanne said, "Michael, there's something I have to tell you."

"Okay."

"when we walked to the hotel Jerry took my hand. I let him do it."

"So you walked to his hotel holding hands."

"Yes, I'm sorry Michael. I was excited. I wasn't thinking."

"Did you enjoy it?"

Sighing, Jeanne answered, "Yes I did. I really am sorry."

"It's okay. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"But..."

"I know, I was upset when I found out you held Derek Fischer's hand in the Kennsington Grill."

"Yes."

"That was a long time ago."

"It was only a few months."

"A lot has happened in those few months. I now feel much more secure about your love for me."

"I'm sorry I caused you to doubt it."

"We've laid that issue to rest. It's part of the past. I'd prefer to talk about the future."

"Okay."

"Jeanne, I know how much you enjoy holding hands. You find it exciting."

"I do."

"We talked about this is San Francisco."

"I know, but I'm so worried about hurting you again."

"You've rebuilt enough trust that holding hands with a date doesn't concern me anymore."

"Are you sure."

"Jeanne, I'm not only sure, I want you to do it. You enjoy it. I suspect it's an exciting part of foreplay for you."

"It is Michael and that's all it is."

"I know that Jeanne, so feel free to hold hands with your dates. It's just fun."

"Thank you Michael."

"Okay, so you and Jerry are walking to the Calvert Hotel holding hands. Tell us more."

Mel said, "Yes, we want to hear every bit of it. we're just getting to the good part."

"We had to be discreet while we were walking through the lobby of the Calvert."

Chuckling, I said, "I'm sure. That's a staid old hotel."

"We never had that problem in Las Vegas. That city doesn't have any staid old hotels." Mel was giggling.

"It certainly doesn't. Discretion is not paramount in Las Vegas." Amy was giggling too.

"We'll we were discreet." Jeanne giggled. "Until we got into the elevator."

I asked, "what happened in the elevator?"

"Jerry took me in his arms and kissed me hard on the lips. He turned into an animal. His hands were all over me. I was wearing a low cut peasant blouse without a bra. He pulled it down, exposed my left breast and started rolling my nipple between his fingertips. At the same time his other hand slipped down to my rear. He pulled my skirt up to my waist. I wasn't wearing panties. He pressed his fingers into the crack of my ass and started rubbing my asshole."

"In the elevator?"

"That's right Michael, in the elevator."

"That made you feel slutty, didn't it."

"Michael, it was so nasty. I was so hot I thought I might melt."

Mel leaned over, unbuckled my belt, pulled my zipper down, opened my trousers and took out my erect cock. "Jeanne, I have your husband's cock out he's rock hard."

"Baby, I wish we were together right now. We could be having so much fun."

Amy said, "You'd both be naked. You could be sitting on Michael's face playing with his cock while he kissed and licked you pussy and your ass."

"Would you like that sweetheart? Would you enjoy doing that while I told you about a date?"

Breathless with excitement, I answered, "Very much."

Now stroking my cock, Mel asked, "Jeanne, what happened when you got to Jerry's room?"

"He started kissing and fondling me again, only this time I unzipped his pants and took out his cock."

"It was big."

"Amy, it was incredible."

"Did you play with it?"

"Yes Michael, I did, but only for a minute or two. You know what I really wanted."

Smiling, I said, "You wanted to suck it."

"Michael, I'm such a whore. I did. I couldn't wait to get Jerry's big beautiful cock in my mouth." 

"What did you do?"

"I stared into his eyes, licked my lips and told him I wanted to suck his cock."

"I'll bet he loved that."

"He did. He pushed me to my knees and then he unfastened his pants and let them fall to the floor. I pulled his boxers down. His big beautiful cock was right in front of my face. I held it in both hands. Every nerve in my body was tingling."

Amy slid off the couch. Kneeling at my feet, she took off my shoes and socks while Mel pushed my already unfastened pants down to my ankles. After pulling my trousers and boxers off Amy positioned herself between my legs. Then Mel wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock while Amy slipped it into her warm moist mouth. I closed my eyes and imagined Jeanne kneeling in front of Jerry Clay, his huge cock directly in front of her face.

Mel said, "Jeanne, Amy is now sucking Michael's cock. His eyes are closed. I'm pretty sure he's picturing you and Jerry."

"Are you Michael? Are you imagining me kneeling in front of Jerry?"

"Yes Jeanne, I am."

"What do you want me to do Michael?"

I smiled. This had suddenly turned into a kinky sex game and I was loving it. Nearly bursting with excitement, I said, "Jeanne, I want you to suck Jerry's cock."

"That's what I did Michael. I kissed Jerry's cock and then while I rubbed it against my lips I slowly slipped it into my mouth. I sucked him and licked him and sucked him some more. I felt his muscles tighten. He whispered to me that he was going to cum." 

Mel said, "He was a gentleman."

"Yes he was."

I asked, "What did you do?"

"I took his cock out of my mouth and held it in front of my face while I masturbated him."

"You wanted him to cum on your face."

"I did. I was excited and feeling slutty. Was that okay?"

"Of course it was. Did he do it?"

"Oh yes, he shot big spurts of cum on my nose and cheeks. He got some eyes. He even got some in my hair."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Michael, it was so nasty. I loved it."

"Then I'm glad you did it. It's just fun."

"It is Michael, it really is."

Amy was still sucking my cock, but she was a pro. Every time she felt me starting to lose control she backed off and let me regain my composure. I was fairly certain she could keep that going for the entire conversation with Jeanne. That was fine with me. 

Mel asked, "So what happened next?"

"I went into the bathroom. After I washed my face I took off my clothes. When I returned from the bathroom Jerry was lying naked on his bed. He'd pulled the covers down. I lay down next to him. We kissed. While we kissed we fondled each other. Jerry explored my body. He played with my breasts and rubbed my cunt. I was wet, dripping wet. He finger fucked me and then he rubbed my clit. I had a small orgasm."

Giggling Mel said, "This is hot." I noticed that she'd opened her Jeans. Her fingers were inside her panties. I could see them moving. 

Amy was still sucking my cock.

Jeanne laughed. "Mel, it was so hot."

"Tell us what happened next." Mel's fingers were moving more vigorously.

"I had my fingers wrapped around Jerry's cock. I could feel it starting to grow. I slipped down the bed and started sucking him again. Michael, I could have sucked him all night."

"You enjoyed his big cock?"

"Yes I did."

"I'm glad you met him."

"Are you? Are you really?"

"Yes, you had fun. I love you. I want you to have fun."

"Thank you Michael."

"How long did you suck him this time?"

"Just until he got hard again. He wanted to fuck me. I wanted it too, but I have to admit I was a little apprehensive."

"Because of your previous experiences with big cocks."

"Yes."

"It must have gone well."

"It did. Once Jerry was hard he sat up. When I started to lie down so he could get on top of me, he stopped me. He told me that because of his size his wife always starts on top. That allows her to set the pace and get used to his cock."

"Did you do that?"

"Yes and it was the perfect way to start. I got on top of Jerry and slowly sat down on his cock. He never moved. Once I had all of him inside me I sat still while he played with my breasts. Micheal, his big cock felt so good inside me. It was wonderful."

"I'm glad."

Amy still had my cock in her mouth. Next to me, Mel was still playing with herself, but her fingers were moving slower as she listened to Jeanne.

"After a minute or two I started moving, slowly at first, but as I became more confident about handling Jerry's cock I started moving faster. Jerry responded by moving his hips in time to my movements, but he was still allowing me to dictate the pace. Michael, it felt so good. It wasn't long before I was completely relaxed and we were fucking with abandon."

I asked, "How long did you stay on top? I know you prefer it when your partners on top."

"You're right, I do. After about ten minutes I was feeling confident so I leaned over and told Jerry that I wanted him on top." Jeanne giggled. "I didn't have to ask him twice. He rolled me over on my back, climbed on top of me and pinned me to the bed."

Mel said, "Oh baby, you must have loved that."

"I did. Jerry pushed his cock into me. I was now loose and wet enough that he slid right in. He waited for a moment to make sure I was alright and then he started fucking me. Michael it was incredible. He started slowly, but gradually he increased his tempo. After a couple of minutes he was fucking me hard and fast. I wrapped my legs around his hips and started fucking him back. It was raw lust. I had two orgasms."

"He was good."

"He was. He lasted for almost a half hour. By the time he finally came we were both exhausted. We lay quietly together for a few minutes. After we cleaned up and got dressed Jerry walked me to my car." 

Mel smiled. "He was a gentleman."

"Yes he was."

Suddenly I felt Amy intensify her efforts. At the same time Mel took her hand out of her panties, reached over and wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock again. I understood immediately. Jeanne was finished telling us about her evening with Jerry Clay. It was time for me to cum.

I relaxed, closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure Amy and Mel were giving me. It wasn't long before I felt the tingling of pleasure building in my loins. I was excited. I'd been excited all day. Now that excitement and the corresponding tension was about to be released. The sensations of pleasure Amy was creating with her mouth were so intense that they were nearly painful and then the damn burst. A wave of ecstasy rolled through my body. Amy continued sucking me. Mel maintained her grasp on the base of my cock.

I laughed. It was a physical response to the pleasure I was experiencing.

Jeanne asked, "what's happening."

Mel answered, "Amy just sucked off your sweetie. He's been a little tense today. He popped pretty good."

Giggling, Jeanne said, "Thank you Amy and Mel. Michael, I'm so glad you met these two women."

Still giddy with excitement, I said, "Believe me Jeanne, I am too."

It was late. All four of us were tired, especially Jeanne. We said our good nights and I love yous and ended the call.

As we walked upstairs to the bedroom I said, "Thank you for everything you did today. I really appreciate it."

Mel gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "You're welcome sweetheart. When we get into the bedroom we intend to give you an ample opportunity to express your appreciation."

Laughing Amy said, "Yup, we intend to give that beautiful cock of yours a chance to do a whole lot of appreciating. By the time we go to sleep tonight you're going to understand just how much effort it takes to make two old hookers happy."

By the time we went to sleep I did understand.

We spent the next day at Danny's Lounge. While Mel and Amy danced on the stage and entertained men with lap dances I worked on financial portfolios in the dancer's dressing room. As usual it was work that I enjoy in an atmosphere that kept me constantly stimulated.

When we returned to Mel and Amy's that afternoon I checked my email. We had a message from Ruth. It was time for cocktails on the veranda so I helped Amy make three brandy Manhattans while Mel prepared an appetizer of guacamole, salsa and chips for us. 

As soon as we were settled on the veranda I opened Ruth's email.

"Dear Michael, Amy and Mel

Michael, the office continues to function, but Jason and I miss you. So does Bernie Kyle. While he's never met you, he's heard us talk about you so much that he feels like he knows you. He really has turned out to be a fine young man. Jason and I both hope that when you return you can find a way to keep him employed with the firm. 

I talked to Jeanne this morning so I know you talked to her last night after she got home from our evening out. Apparently she found a very exciting man. I also gather you were happy for her. I was pleased to hear that. This really is just the satisfaction of physical lust in its purest form and nothing more. Jeanne will always love you and I will always love David.

Yes, David and I are now fully committed to the cuckold hot wife lifestyle. When I first heard about Jeanne's new life I was envious, but I felt it was prudent to wait until our children were out of the house before I started dabbling in it. I was also concerned about whether or not David could really be happy while I was dating other men. After our recent experiences I'm now confident that we can pursue this life style without disrupting our home environment and David is now not only happy about it, he is enthusiastically embracing it."

Mel said, "It sounds to me like David and Ruth must have had a pretty good night last night too."

Nodding, Amy said, "It certainly does. This is definitely encouraging."

I took a sip of my Manhattan and continued reading.

"Amazingly, David seems to have enjoyed last night every bit as much as I did and believe me, I had a very good time."

Laughing, Amy said, "I guess that removes any doubt about our last conjecture."

Mel and I both smiled. I continued reading.

"Jeanne wasn't the only one who found an exciting man. I did too. His name was Rob Dayton. He was 31 and very handsome. He's a salesman for a company that makes power tools. He lives in Atlanta, Georgia. Like Jeanne's date, he was also well endowed."

Mel burst out laughing, "This must have been a trade show for big dick builders."

Amy nodded, "Yup, a monster cock rally."

"I wish we could have been there." 

Giggling, Amy said, "We should have expected this. Ruth did say her date sells power tools"

"We have to get that company's catalog." Mel was still laughing.

Rolling my eyes, I continued reading.

"Omg Michael, I'd forgotten how much fun it was to party with a guy with a big cock. I suppose I should clarify that. I think Jeanne has told you that before I met David I was a bit of a slut. There's more. I was a size queen. Jeanne told me you talked about this last night, so you know what that means.

David is minimally endowed. I love him. He's my best friend, a wonderful husband and father and the love of my life. I wouldn't trade him for a thousand big cocks, but it was fun to get to enjoy one again last night."

And I did. Rob wore me out. I'm really not sure how many orgasms I had. For a while it seemed like I just kept cumming."

"That girl had a good night." Mel was grinning.

Amy made a fanning gesture in front of her face with her hands. "A nonstop orgasm, every sluts dream."

Both of them giggled.

I continued reading.

"Afterward, on my way home, I started to get nervous. I wasn't sure what I should tell David. While I didn't want to lie him, I didn't want to make him feel insecure or inadequate either. Jeanne told me she had a similar concern about you.

When I got home David was waiting for me. As soon as I was inside the house he took me in his arms, kissed me and told me how much he loved me. That made me feel more confident. The kids were both in their rooms, so before David and I retired to our bedroom I stopped in to see each of them. 

The moment we were in our bedroom David and I attacked each other. We were both so excited. David wanted to know everything. As we were taking off our clothes he asked me if Rob had a big cock. I was expecting that question. I was nervous, but I told David the truth. He kissed me and told me he was hoping he would. That made me so happy. Once we were both naked we got on the bed. I lay down with my head propped up on two pillows. David lay between my legs. He gave me head while I told him about everything Rob and I did in his hotel room. I had two more orgasms.

Once I was finished telling David everything we switched places. I gave him a long slow blow job while he told me how happy he was that I'd been able to enjoy a big cock and how much he wanted me to continue partying with other men.




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When he orgasmed I kept him in my mouth. I'll only do that for David. He's my husband, the love of my life. I want him to know that there are some things that will always be just for him."

"Amy said, "Jeanne does that for you too."

Mel added, "Because she loves you just like Ruth loves David."

I smiled at both of them and then I finished reading Ruth's email.

After David finished cumming he pulled me up on top of him and kissed me. We shared his semen and then I rolled off of him and lay by his side. He pulled the covers up over us, put his arm around me and held me tightly to him. I felt so safe and secure. While Rob was fun, nobody but David would ever be able to make me feel like that.

I hope you, Amy and Mel are well. Everyone sends their love.

Love,

Ruth"

As I set my computer on the table next to me, Mel said, "Whew, that was one hot email. That last part got me all squishy. I need a little release before we have dinner."

Amy stood up. "Me too, lets go upstairs for a rodeo fuck."

Mel popped out of her chair. "A rodeo fuck, that's an outstanding idea. Do you want to start out as the horse or a rider?" 

"I wanna be the horse first." Amy was already walking through the door to the living room."

Turning to me, Mel said, "Come on Michael. Rodeo fucking is fun. We're going to start out as the riders. You get to fuck Amy while I sit on her face and pull on her nipples. You have to watch my fingers because the harder I pull, the faster you have to go."

Grinning, I stood up and followed Mel and Amy into the house. While I'd never experienced a rodeo fuck, all of Mel and Amy's sex games were exciting. I had to believe that rodeo fucking would be too.

I was right.



Awakenings Ch. 22



This story is the twenty-second episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous twenty-one episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 




During the ensuing days we fell into a comfortable pattern. Amy, Mel and I spent Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays at Danny's Lounge. Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays I played golf while they entertained men in the cottage. 

Jeanne called every evening and we maintained regular email contact with Ruth. Jeanne, Abby and Ruth were making one or two visits a week to Brady's Saloon. David was going with them too. Of course he was always relegated to watching from the bar.

David wanted Ruth to call her old boyfriend, Nick Granger. Ruth was refusing. She wasn't opposed to dating, in fact she was eager to start, but not with Nick. She had too much baggage with him. She felt it would be better for both of them if Nick remained a fantasy.

Abby was dating an attorney she'd met at a charity fund raiser she'd attended with her husband. It wasn't anything serious, the attorney was married too.

Jeanne continued to get together with Trent every Saturday afternoon. She always waited until five o'clock our time to call us. She wanted to be sure that Amy and Mel were finished with their cottage dates before she called. Mel, Amy and I loved hearing about Jeanne's dates with Trent. They were always several hours of rampant lust.

Life progressed smoothly until the Saturday before Christmas. I was leaving for San Antonio the next day. We were waiting for Jeanne's five o'clock telephone call.

Amy, Mel and I were seated on the living room couch in front of the fireplace. I'd built a fire. At the opposite end of the room a Julia Ann movie was playing on the big screen television. Mel had covered the couch with bath towels. The three of us were wearing nothing but sweatshirts. This was our usual attire for Jeanne's Saturday afternoon telephone call. Jeanne adopted similar attire, but her outfit also included a vibrator. She didn't have two other people with her.

I was going to miss Amy and Mel.

At one minute to five the telephone rang. Amy answered. The speaker was switched on. "Hi Jeanne."

"Hi Amy is the speaker on?"

Mel said, "It is. Hi Jeanne."

"Hi Mel."

I said, "Hi Jeanne, how was your date?"

"It was." Jeanne paused for a moment and then she said, "Unsettling."

Suddenly concerned, I asked, "What happened?"

"I ended it with Trent."

Mel asked, "Would you like to tell us about it?"

"I would." We waited. After a moment Jeanne said, "We were following our normal routine. We were having fun. When Trent arrived I sucked his cock. Michael I'm getting good at deep throating. It's not uncomfortable anymore. I'm really starting to enjoy it."

"I'm looking forward to practicing with you next week."

"Me too. Anyway, after I sucked Trent's cock we moved into the bedroom. As soon as we got into bed I started sucking him again. It was only a few minutes before he was fucking me. Trent always recovers quickly from his first orgasm. He likes to cum on my tits so just before he orgasmed he pulled out of me and took off the condom. I masturbated him while he ejaculated on me. Once he was finished I went into the bathroom and cleaned up. When I returned I got back into bed and lay next to him."

Amy said, "So far it sounds like a pretty normal Saturday afternoon for the two of you."

"It was, but then everything changed."

Mel asked, "What happened?"

"We were lying in bed waiting until Trent was hard again so he could do me in my butt. That was how we always liked to finish the afternoon."

I said, "You've been doing that for a month now."

"Yes Michael, I've learned that I love anal sex. I know you prefer pussy fucking, but while we're in San Antonio I really would like it if you'd occasionally do me back there"

"Jeanne, if you enjoy it, I'll enjoy it."

"I'll make sure you enjoy it."

"I'm certain you will."

Mel said, "Jeanne, tell us what happened."

"Yes, I'm sorry. When I'm talking to the three of you it's easy to get side tracked. We were lying in bed together, side by side. Trent and I didn't cuddle and we almost never spoke to each other. Today was different. While we were lying there Trent suddenly sat up and announced that he didn't want me to go to Brady's anymore. He said I was his slut and he didn't want to share me with other men. Michael, I was incredulous."

"I'll bet you were."

"It got worse. He actually had the audacity to tell me that next week in San Antonio he didn't want me to have sex with you. He didn't even want me to let you see me naked."

Mel said, "Uh Oh, I think our game may have backfired."

"That's exactly what happened. I told Trent he was crazy. He was actually surprised by that response. He couldn't understand why I was upset. I'd been telling him that I was doing all those nasty things just for him. Things that I wouldn't even do for my husband. He told me I was supposed to be his slut."

Jeanne paused. After a moment she said, "I explained that yes, I was doing some things for him that I wasn't doing for anyone else, but that was just because I enjoyed being slutty with him. I agreed that I had told him I was his slut, but I reminded him that I'd also made it clear that it was only while we were together."

Amy said, "I gather he didn't accept that."

"He actually got mad. He told me that wasn't enough for him. He wanted me to be his personal slut and he didn't want to share me with anyone else, not even my husband."

Mel said, "Oh my, what did you say?"

"I told him he was acting like a jerk and asked him to leave. He told me he'd leave, but not until after he'd fucked his slut in the ass. I made it clear that wasn't going to happen and ordered him to leave immediately. He grabbed me. For a moment I was scared, but then I had an idea. I told him to get his hands off of me and get out or I'd call his wife. That stopped him."

Grinning, Mel said, "I'll bet it did."

"Trent stared at me. I repeated it. I demanded that he leave immediately or I'd call his wife and I meant it. Suddenly his entire demeanor changed. He scrambled for his clothes. As he was getting dressed he tried to apologize. I told him to shut up and get out. Michael, he tried to force me."

"I know Jeanne. I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you."

"Michael, I think she did a pretty good job of protecting herself." 

"You're right Mel she did, but I still wish I'd been there for her."

"I wish you had too Michael, but I created this mess and there are times when I have to live with the consequences."

Amy asked, "Jeanne did Trent leave after he was dressed?"

"He tried to apologize again, but I wasn't having any of it. I told him to get out or I'd immediately call his wife. When Trent heard that his face flushed and then he turned and ran to his car. As he was getting in to it I yelled at him to never call me again."

"Way to go girl." Mel was smiling.

I said, "After Trent left you must have been pretty upset."

"I was Michael. I called Abby. She came right over."

"Are you still upset?"

"No not really, Trent scared me a little, but he didn't actually hurt me. Truthfully I'm glad it happened."

Surprised by that reaction, I said, "You are?"

"Yes I am. I was getting tired of Trent."

"And this ended your affair."

"Yes Michael it did and I'm relieved. I wasn't looking forward to the drama that accompanies a break up."

Mel said, "There was a lot of drama in this breakup."

"Yes, but it was quick drama. It was over in a matter of minutes. Now the affair is finished and we can both move on."

"I'm glad you're not upset."

"I'm not Michael, in fact Abby just poured a glass of wine for both of us."

"Abby's still there?"

"Yes." Jeanne paused. After a moment she said, "I'm sorry, I should have said something. I should have introduced you."

"It's easy to understand why you forgot, but I would like to at least say hello to her."

"Just a moment." There was a pause and then we heard Jeanne say, "Abby they want to say hi to you."

We heard Abby answer, "Oh yes, I'd like that too."

Jeanne said, "Michael, Amy and Mel, this is my friend Abby Martin."

Abby said, "Hello everyone. I've heard so much about all three of you. It's a pleasure to finally get to talk to you."

"Hello Abby, I'm Michael Nolan. I've heard a lot about you too and I'm also pleased to finally get a chance to meet you. Thank you for taking care of my wife this afternoon."

Jeanne said, "Micheal, we take care of each other. We've become close friends.

"I understand that and Abby, I want you to know that it makes me very happy."

"Thank you Michael, most husbands won't let their wives associate with me."

Jeanne said, "Michael's not most husbands."

"He sure as hell isn't. He's the best damned husband ever."

Amy and I looked at Mel. She looked at us and said, "Oops."

Smiling, Amy said, "Abby, I'm Amy Cooper. Please excuse my partner. At times she can be a little exuberant."

"Exuberant? You've called me a lot of things, but you've never called me exuberant."

Jeanne said, "Mel, I thought all the girls from Chicago were exuberant."

Mel looked at Amy and then she looked at me. After a moment she said, "Jeanne, I think you've been spending too much time talking to us."

We all burst out laughing.

Once we settled down again Abby said, "Mel, it's nice to meet you. I love exuberant women."

"It's nice to meet you too Abby. I heard you have a rich husband."

"I do and he's very dear to me. I also heard that you like to speak your mind."

"Yup, that I do. I'm from Chicago. Girls from Chicago aren't only exuberant, they also always speak their mind."

Abby said, "Jeanne, you're right about Michael's friends. They are delightful. Mel and Amy, I hope some day we can meet in person."

Amy said, "We will. As soon as Michael gets home we'll come to visit."

Jeanne said, "I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to that day."

"I am too Jeanne, but I have to be positive both of us are ready. This is too important to risk being premature."

Sighing, Jeanne said, "I know, but I miss you so much."

Abby said, "She really does Michael."

"I know that Abby. I miss her too, but both of us still need time."

"I know, I lost my second husband because we rushed things. It's hard to be patient, but we should have taken more time. If we'd done that I think it's possible Dennis and I might have made it."

"Abby, I know both you and Micheal are right and while I admit I have to agree with what you're saying, I still miss Michael."

I said, "Jeanne we'll be together in a few days."

"I can't wait."

"Neither can I."

There was a pause in the conversation. After a moment I asked, "So what are the two of you going to do tonight? Maybe you should go to Brady's."

"Michael, Brady's is dead on Saturday nights. Everyone has to stay home with their husbands and wives."

Abby said, "But I still thought Jeanne should do something tonight, so I called two guys I've known for years. They're coming over. They'll be here at 8:00. They're sort of like Amy and Mel. They're a couple, but they're bisexual. They love pussy just as much as cocks."

Mel said, "Our kind of guys. This could be a fun party. I love watching guys get it on."

Amazed, I asked, "Is that going to happen?"

Abby answered, "Jeanne and I have already changed the sheets on the bed in her playroom. All four of us are going to be in their together. I'm sure Mark and Bobby will be fondling and sucking anything they can reach."

Grinning, Amy said, "Jeanne this is your chance to experience a daisy chain."

I nodded. "That's right, you've said you'd like to try that."

"But Michael that was supposed to be with you."

"Jeanne this a chance to turn an unpleasant day into a memorable one. I say go for it."

"Are you sure?"

"Very."

"Oh my." 

Mel said, "If you do a daisy chain you occasionally have to shift the order. That's the rule."

"You mean so Abby and I might be doing each other?"

"That's right." Mel was grinning.

"Abby giggled. "This will be fun. You can suck Mark while I do you, Mark does Bobby and Bobby does you; Then we can switch the order again."

"You mean so I'm doing..."

Clapping her hands, Mel said, "Girl, you're going to get to taste your first pussy tonight."

"Michael, will that be Okay?"

"Jeanne, it won't just be okay, it will be wonderful. I'm going to have some great fantasies tonight."

Abby said, "Michael I believe Mel is correct. You might just be the best husband in the entire world."

We all laughed. After a moment I said, "Jeanne, can I make a suggestion?"

"Of course."

"After we hang up I think you and Abby should take a shower together. You know, to get ready for your party tonight."

"Michael!"

Clapping her hands together Mel said, "This keeps getting better and better."

Giggling, Abby said, "I agree."

"Really?"

"Yes really. Ever since I first met you I've wanted to get into your panties."

There was silence. After a moment Abby said, "Michael your wife just kissed me."

"Did you kiss her back?"

"Oh yes and I loved it."

"Mel's right, this does keep getting better and better. Jeanne I think it's time to end this call. You and Abby have some business to attend to before your dates arrive."

"Michael are you sure about this?"

"Jeanne, I don't ever remember being as excited as I am right now."

"I love you so much."

"I know Jeanne, I love you too."

Abby said, "Michael, when you come home maybe the three of us could play together like you, Amy and Mel play."

Jeanne said, "I think he'd also like to watch."

"Is that true Michael? Would you like to watch me eat your wife's pussy?"

"Oh yes."

"Amy, as soon as Michael gets home we have got to visit them."

"Yes Mel we do."

Mel asked, "Abby when we visit could you invite Mark and Bobby to party with us?"

"They'd love that. They like kinky sex games even more than I do."

"I'm getting squishy just thinking about this. As soon as this phone call is over we're going upstairs. I need to get down and dirty." Mel was giggling.

I said, "Jeanne, have you and Abby had dinner?"

"No Michael, we haven't."

"I think it's time to end this call. You have to eat dinner and then you have to get ready for your party."

"Michael, are you going to be okay? I feel like I'm cutting our Saturday evening conversation short."

"Jeanne, you were the one who had a nasty confrontation today. I think I should be asking you if you're okay."

"Michael, I'm fine. I really do think it was a stroke of good fortune. It turned out to be a quick easy way to end the affair with Trent." Jeanne paused. After a moment she added, "Besides, it now looks like I'm about to have a very exciting evening."

"Yes you are."

"You're sure you're okay with it?"

"Do you promise to call me tomorrow while I'm driving to Texas and tell me every seamy little detail?"

"Every single one."

"Then I'm more than fine with it. I'm excited."

Mel said, "Jeanne honey, don't worry about your husband. As soon as we hang up we're going upstairs for a little party of our own. Michael's going to have lots of fun tonight."

Laughing, Jeanne said, "I should have known that I didn't have anything to worry about. Micheal's in very good hands."

Amy said, "And we intend to take excellent care of him tonight."

"Okay. Michael, I love you. I'll call you tomorrow. Amy and Mel, I'll call you tomorrow evening."

Mel said, "We'll be waiting. Abby, it was nice to talk to you."

Amy said, "We can't wait to meet you and Jeanne in person."

Abby said, "I look forward to that too. Good bye everyone."

Jeanne said, "Michael, have fun tonight. I love you."

"I love you too Jeanne. I hope you get to have some wonderful new experiences tonight."

Giggling, Jeanne said, "I already am. Abby is kissing my neck and rubbing my clit."

In a muffled voice Abby said, "Say good night Jeanne. It's shower time."

Still giggling Jeanne said, "Good night everyone." And then she ended the call.

Mel stood up and extended her hand to me. "Come on Michael. I promised Jeanne that you were going to have a very fun night tonight. I intend to keep that promise." I took Mel's hand. She pulled me to my feet. 

Next to me Amy popped to her feet. "Yup, at least for a while, this is our last night together. We have to make the most of it." She took off for the stairs. Mel and I hurried after her.

We spent the next hour in a daisy chain. We kept switching positions. Mel and Amy couldn't get enough of me and I couldn't get enough of them either.

Later, downstairs, Mel made fettuccine Alfredo. She knew it was my favorite. After dinner we sat on the veranda in the dark staring at the stars. We didn't talk much. We didn't have to, we were friends.

It was almost 10:30 when we went back upstairs. In bed we kissed and fondled each other. I held Amy and Mel. They held me. We made love, tender, sweet, romantic love.

Later, as I lay in bed between my friends I thought about what had just happened. While I realized that I did love Amy and Mel, I also understood that it didn't in the least diminish my love for Jeanne. As I fell asleep, I smiled. I now knew that I would never again have to be jealous of Jeanne and her men friends. Love wasn't a limited quantity. It was boundless. There would always be plenty of love in Jeanne's heart for me and there would always be plenty of love in my heart for Jeanne. My smile turned into a grin. Cuckold boot camp was over.

The next morning we were up early. It was Sunday December 22. I was leaving for San Antonio. I packed and loaded my bags in my Escape while Mel made eggs and sausages and Amy brewed coffee and made toast. Breakfast was silent. Mel couldn't even bear to make eye contact with me. 

As we walked to my Escape, Amy finally said, "Michael, I'm going to miss you."

Smiling, I said, "I'm going to miss both of you too."

Suddenly Mel launched herself into my arms. "Please don't forget about us Michael."

Amy followed her. Holding both of them as tightly as I could, I whispered, "I'll never forget either of you. You're my best friends."

Amy said, "will you promise to call us tonight?"

"I promise to call you every night."

Looking up at me with her big brown eyes, Mel asked, "Really?"

"Yes, really." I kissed Mel and then I kissed Amy. We held each other. None of us wanted to let go.

Finally Mel stepped back, wiped the tears from her eyes, took a deep breath and said, "Okay cowboy, it's time for you to hit the road."

Nodding, I gave both of them a quick kiss, got into my Escape, fastened my seat belt and backed into the dirt road in front of their house. I waved. Amy and Mel waved back and then I put my Escape into gear and drove to the corner. As I turned on to the road going north I glanced in my rear view mirror. Amy and Mel were still standing arm in arm in their front yard watching me drive away. Part of me wanted to turn around and go back to them, but I didn't. Jeanne was my true love. In two days she was going to be in San Antonio. I wanted, no I desperately needed to be there with her. Still, part of my heart now resided in Amy and Mel's ranch house north of Tucson. It would remain there always.

I focused my attention on driving. That was all I could do. I didn't even listen to the radio. Time passed. Miles did too. Shortly after noon I crossed the New Mexico state line. An hour later I stopped for gas in Deming. There was a Subway next door to the gas station. I bought a six inch roast beef and cheese with a little mustard. When you're driving the last thing you need is a sandwich that leaks lettuce, tomatoes, mayonnaise and peppers on your shirt and lap. You also want to avoid indigestion.




Awakenings Ch. 22



Halfway between Deming and Las Cruces my cell phone rang. It was Jeanne. Smiling, I answered it. "Hi Jeanne."

"Hi Michael, where are you?"

"Just west of Las Cruces, New Mexico."

"Is it pretty?"

"It's high desert. I think it's very pretty. How was your party last night?"

"It was amazing."

"Tell me."

"Mark and Bobby are so much fun. Michael, they're totally uninhibited. They're a gay couple, but they don't view themselves as gay or straight. They don't think in those terms. They think of themselves as highly sexual. They enjoy sex in all of its forms."

"They're like Mel and Amy."

"I had that same thought."

"Tell me about more about them."

"Their full names are Mark Shanley and Bobby Devereaux."

"Devereaux? Is Bobby French?"

"No, he told me he's from New Orleans."

"I see."

Bobby and Mark met in college, but they didn't start having sex with each other until they were in their late 20's. They were best friends and they loved sex. They couldn't understand why they shouldn't they enjoy it with each other, so they started. Michael they really are totally uninhibited. It's exciting to party with them.

"I'm sure it is. What do they do for a living?"

"You know that chain of women's clothing stores called Capricio?"

"Sure, they're in all the malls. Clothing for the adventurous woman, isn't that their catchphrase?"

"It is. Michael, Mark and Bobby own that chain of stores. I think they're rich. They drove a Ferrari to our house last night."

"A Ferrari?"

"Yup."

"Did you get to ride in it?"

"No, last night we partied at home, but after I get back from San Antonio they want to take Abby and me to a club. They love to dance." Jeanne paused. After a moment she asked, "Michael, is it okay if I go to night clubs with them? You don't have any reason to be jealous. Mark and Bobby are definitely not looking for a serious relationship."

"Jeanne, I'm perfectly okay with that. Honestly, I really do think they sound a lot like Amy and Mel."

"I think so too Michael."

"Tell me more about them. Are they handsome?"

"They're not really handsome, not in the traditional sense, but they're incredibly good looking. Actually I think I'd call them pretty."

"Pretty? Are you saying they're effeminate?"

"No, not really. They're not swishy, not at all, but in many ways they are more feminine than masculine. They dress immaculately, chic clothing and gorgeous jewelry. They had manicures and pedicures. Michael, they wore nail polish."

"Nail polish?"

"It was subtle, kind of a pearl color. It really wasn't all that noticeable."

"Okay, tell me more."

They both have long, beautifully styled hair and they wore an absolutely divine cologne. Oh and neither of them had any body hair, none at all. I'm sure they've both had electrolysis."

"They're a little different than Trent."

Laughing, Jeanne said, "That's for sure, but Michael, I really liked them. They're fun and smart and so adventurous in bed."

"How were they adventurous?"

"When they got to our house I made Manhattans. We were sitting in the living room getting to know each other. We started talking about oral sex. All of the sudden Abby was on her knees sucking Bobby's cock and we were discussing her technique. All three of us took a turn. I sucked Mark. After my turn was over Bobby sucked him and then Mark sucked Bobby."

"And while that was happening you were discussing each others technique."

"That's right. I think you would have enjoyed it."

"Yes, but only as an observer. I'm still a little shy."

"And you're a voyeur. You like to watch."

"I love to watch."

"Michael, I told Mark and Bobby about you. They're eager to meet you. They want you party with us. You're welcome to participate, but if you'd prefer it, you can just watch."

"That would be fun. I'll probably just watch, at least at first."

"I told them about Ruth and David too. We're going to get together with them after I get back from San Antonio. Mark, Bobby and Abby all love role playing games. We're going to create a game for David. He wants to watch Ruth and he's really getting into being submissive. Ruth bought a chastity cage for him."

"Really? Is he wearing it?"

"24/7, Ruth wears the key on a gold neck chain. She even wears it in the office."

"Damn, does Jason know about this?"

"No, she wears the key under her blouse."

"Life certainly has gotten interesting."

"Yes it has."

"Tell me more about your party."

"After the cock sucking symposium we moved into the bedroom. We started with a daisy chain."

"Did you keep shifting positions?"

"Oh yes."

"Did you go down on Abby?"

"I did. Before the guys arrived we showered together and played on the bed, so I wasn't feeling at all shy. When we started the daisy chain I eagerly took a turn with everyone. Michael, I like eating pussy."

"I do too." I was laughing.

"Yes, I know you do. Micheal, if we party with Mark and Bobby after you get home would you eat my pussy while I suck a cock? I'd really like that. I'd also like to suck your cock while Abby eats my pussy. I know you've already done that a lot with Amy and Mel and I did it last night with Mark, Bobby and Abby, but I'd like to do it with you."

"I'd like to do it with you too Jeanne."

"Thank you Michael."

"Michael."

"Yes Jeanne."

"Last night Bobby fucked me while I sucked Mark's cock. Was that okay?"

"Did you enjoy it?"

"I really did."

"Then it's okay. Jeanne, it was just a three way. Amy, Mel and I used to do things like that all the time."

"I know, but it was the first time I've ever been with two men at the same time."

"It was really slutty, wasn't it."

"It was. Just thinking about it is getting me wet."

"What was Abby doing while this was happening?"

"Watching and masturbating. I did the same thing when it was my turn to watch."

"When it was your turn?"

"Yes, we all took a turn watching. I told you, Bobby and Mark are very adventurous."

"They are."

"Michael."

"Yes Jeanne."

"Abby took a picture while I was playing with Bobby and Mark. I asked her to do it. She used my phone. We thought you might enjoy it."

Chuckling, I said, "Yes, I think I would." 

"As soon as we're done talking I'll send it to you."

"I'm already excited."

Jeanne laughed. 

I said, "Jeanne, I'm glad you had fun last night. It sounds like Bobby and Mark are going to be exciting playmates for you."

"I think so too. Thank you for understanding."

"Jeanne, I just finished cuckold boot camp." 

Laughing again, Jeanne said, "I always loved it when Amy and Mel said that."

"Me too. Anyway, I'm way beyond understanding. Now I'm just as excited as you are about all of this."

"I'm so glad Michael." 

"Jeanne, we'd better end this call. I'm entering Las Cruces. Talking on the phone while you're driving through an unfamiliar city is asking for trouble."

"Yes, I have to go too. I'm meeting Jodie and Trisha at the mall. We're going to shop for clothes for the trip."

"Are you planning to go to Capricio?"

"Oh yes."

"Buy some sexy clothes."

"I plan to. Michael, what about Christmas presents?"

"Transporting them will be a problem. I'm going to buy gift certificates for a San Antonio department store. That way you can all go shopping after Christmas."

"That will be fun. We'll do the same for you, but we may have to buy them after Christmas. I don't know much about the stores in San Antonio."

"There's a Golf Galaxy in San Antonio."

"Oh, all right. That will be perfect. There's one not far from the Mall here. We'll go there this afternoon."

"Give Jodie and Tricia my love."

"I will. Bye Michael. I love you. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Bye Jeanne, I love you too."

Jeanne ended the call.

I took the first freeway exit in Las Cruces and found a gas station. After filling my tank I parked my Escape next to the convenience store, went inside, used the facilities and bought a diet Dr. Pepper. When I returned to my Escape I opened the soda and checked my cell phone. I had a text from Jeanne. There was an attached photo. It was a picture of Jeanne and two men. All three of them were naked. Jeanne was lying on her back in the middle of a king sized bed. One of the men was positioned between Jeanne's spread legs. He was fucking her and playing with her large breasts. The other man was kneeling next to her head. Jeanne's face was turned towards the camera. He was rubbing the glistening head of his large erection on her cheek. It was clear that Jeanne had been sucking him. 

Jeanne was smiling. Her smile made me smile. I considered that reaction. I wasn't angry or even upset. I was happy for Jeanne. It was obvious that she was having a wonderful time. I remembered Charles Montgomery's words. "It's fun to see the woman you love that happy." I now not only understood his words, I agreed with them. Chuckling, I started my car. Cuckold boot camp really was over and I had graduated with flying colors.

As I pulled on to Interstate 10 I considered the possibility of going home after Christmas. I immediately rejected the idea. I was ready, but was Jeanne ready for me? She was having a wonderful time. If I returned home right now it was possible that she might view me as an impediment to her new life style. That would devastate me.



Awakenings Ch. 23



This story is the twenty-third episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous twenty-two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 




I spent the night at a Motel 6 in Fort Stockton, Texas. It had been a full day of driving. I got in late. The Motel 6 had a bed and shower. I bought a Whopper with cheese at a Burger King and a quart of Tecate beer and a bottle of orange juice at a convenience store. I drank the beer before I went to bed. The orange juice was for the next morning. Motel 6's don't serve breakfast, but they do have a pot of good coffee in the office. They let you fill your go mug. Orange juice and a big cup of coffee are all I really need to get started in the morning.

San Antonio is only a half day's drive from Fort Stockton. It was a little after 2:00 when I pulled up to the Liberty Hotel's front entrance. The Liberty is a magnificent old hotel on San Antonio's River Walk. 

The city of San Antonio was built along the banks of the San Antonio River. In the early 20th Century a group of forward thinking city officials began working to develop the river into a first class tourist attraction. Over time, bars, restaurants and hotels were constructed along the banks and tourist barges featuring mariachi bands began plying their way up and down the river. Gradually the River Walk became a major attraction. 

The Liberty is one of San Antonio's most prominent hotels. When Presidents and movie stars visit San Antonio, they stay at the Liberty. I'd booked a suite for Jeanne and myself, a room for Tricia and Paul and another room for Jodie. It was expensive, but that's why I spent so many nights in Motel 6's. When the occasion arose I wanted to be able to enjoy first class accommodations. This was one of those occasions. 

The bell man took my bags and the valet parked my Escape in the hotel garage. I wouldn't use the Escape again until I returned from taking my family to the airport for their flight home. There were going to be five of us, all adults. We need something much more spacious. After I was settled in our suite I took a cab to the downtown Hertz office. They had a white Cadillac Escalade. It was exactly what we needed. I rented it. 

After leaving the car rental agency I drove the Escalade out to La Cantera. La Cantera is an upscale development featuring a luxury resort, golf courses and shopping. The shopping complex has a Nordstrom's Department Store. I bought gift certificates for Jeanne, Tricia, Jodie and Paul. I knew my wife and my daughters. They could happily spend an entire day shopping at Nordstroms.

A sign in the window of a gift shop near Nordstrom's advertised Christmas decorations at 50% off. It was the day before Christmas Eve, they were trying to get rid of their stock. I went inside. There was a clearance table across from the cash register. A lone artificial Christmas tree eighteen inches tall with lights stood amidst an array of ornaments, figurines and candle holders. Marked down from $39.95 to $16.95, it was perfect. I bought it. 

That night I had dinner at the hotel. As I was walking into the restaurant I noticed a sign. It read, "Make your reservations for our gala New Years Eve Party, the grandest party in San Antonio." After I finished dinner I stopped at the concierge desk and made reservations for five.

When I returned to my hotel room I called Mel and Amy. They were looking forward to having both Christmas eve and Christmas day off. Mel laughingly told me that while they loved to fuck and dance naked in front of men, they occasionally needed a break. I told them I understood. Regardless of what Mae West might have said, too much of a good thing will eventually wear you down. Next I called Jeanne. Excited, she talked nonstop. I couldn't blame her. I was excited too. We were going to get to see each other the next day.

The following morning, Christmas Eve, I had breakfast in the hotel coffee shop. After breakfast I took a stroll on the River Walk. Jeanne, Tricia, Jodie and Paul's plane wasn't due to arrive until 2:30. I had to kill some time.

I left the River Walk and hiked across downtown to Market Square. The locals called it El Mercado. It's an outdoor plaza filled with restaurants, fruit and vegetable stands and shops. Realizing that Jeanne and the girls would love it, I made a mental note to bring them there after Christmas.

On my way back to the hotel I decided to try to find the Alamo. It wasn't difficult. It's located on the edge of downtown San Antonio only two blocks from River Walk. It's surprisingly small. I went inside. It was crowded. Everyone was whispering. Reverence and respect permeated the atmosphere. 

As I left the Alamo, I took out my cell phone. It was one o'clock. At 11:30 I'd received a text from Jeanne. "All four of us are on the plane. Thank you for the first class seats. They're wonderful. See you soon. Love Jeanne."

I hurried back to the hotel, brushed my teeth, combed my thinning hair and put on a clean shirt. At 1:30 I was in the Escalade on my way to the airport. At 2:10 I was parked in the cell phone waiting lot. I'd scouted the passenger arrival doors and was playing solitaire on my cell phone.

At 2:35 I received a new text from Jeanne. "We're here, just got off the plane. We still have to get our bags." I wrote back, "I'm in the cell phone waiting lot. Text me when you have your bags. I'll pick you up at the arrival doors."

Twenty minutes later I received another text. "We have our bags." I replied, "On my way. See you in a few minutes. Driving a white Cadillac Escalade."

Overwhelmed with excitement, I backed the Escalade out of the parking space, shifted it into gear and drove to the arrival doors. 

It was crowded, but I immediately spotted Jeanne. The girls and Paul stood at the 

curb waiting with her. True to her word Jeanne wasn't a brunette anymore. She was 

now a blond bombshell reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe and Jane Mansfield. Wearing 

skin tight black capri slacks, a leopard print crop top with a deep v neck that 

barely contained her large breasts and a pair of spike heeled platform sandals, 

Jeanne's outfit was the perfect compliment for her new hair color.

Jodie saw the Escalade and waved. I double parked and jumped out of the SUV.

Jeanne ran to me, threw her arms around my shoulders and kissed me hard on the lips. "Michael, I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you too Jeanne." We kissed again.

Next to me, Jodie said, "Hi daddy."

I let go of Jeanne and hugged Jodie and then I hugged Tricia. After hugging Tricia I turned to Paul and said, "Hello Paul, I'm glad you were able to join us."

"Thank you for including me Mr. Nolan."

"Paul, please call me Michael."

Shaking her head, Tricia said, "No daddy, he should call you Mr. Nolan. It's appropriate. You are my father."

I stared at Tricia. Jeanne squeezed my hand. I looked at her. She mouthed the words, "Let it go."

Understanding, I nodded and said, "Come on Paul, let's get the bags into the car."

After loading the bags we all got into the Escalade, Jeanne in the front with me, Paul, Tricia and Jodie in the back. As we left the airport Jodie asked, "Daddy, do you like mom's new hair color?"

Smiling, I said, "Yes Jodie, I do."

"I had it done yesterday, just for you. I also bought a new outfit." Jeanne was grinning at me.

Remembering how devastated I felt when I saw Jeanne with a new hair do, wearing a brand new dress for her date with Derek Fischer, I said, "Thank you, thank you very much."

Jeanne said, "No one has ever been or ever will be more important to me than you are."

"I think I now understand that."

In the back seat the girls and Paul were silent, but the silence was short lived. Jodie, my younger and more precocious daughter asked, "Daddy we want to hear about the hookers you lived with in Tucson."

"Didn't your mother tell you about them?"

Tricia said, "Of course she did, but we want to hear about them from you."

"Okay, their names are Amy Cooper and Melody Adams. They're now very close friends." 

And so began the process of catching up. The girls listened and then they asked questions. They were particularly interested in Danny's Lounge and were amazed to hear that I was now the accountant of record for two dozen exotic dancers.

They asked about the cottage and listened with rapt attention as I described how it operated. At one point Jodie giggled, "Daddy, you were their pimp."

Jeanne immediately intervened. "Jodie honey, you're dad wasn't their pimp, he was their friend. He didn't profit from their business, but he did help them with it."

Suddenly serious, Jodie said, "I know that mom. I was just teasing dad. Daddy, you knew that, didn't you?"

"Yes Jodie, I did, but remember, your mother and I are recovering from a serious dispute. I think she's still concerned about protecting my feelings."

Jeanne said, "Michael, if I'd been a little more concerned about your feelings last summer we might not have had go through this serious dispute."

"Jeanne, we've put that behind us. Now were just trying to adapt to a new life. Frankly, I'm enjoying it. I love the new Jeanne."

Smiling, Jeanne patted my thigh.

Behind us, Jodie quietly said, "I was at least partially responsible for that serious dispute."

Shaking my head, I said, "No Jodie, your mother and I are adults. We're responsible for the choices we..."

Jeanne interrupted. "No, I was responsible. Michael, I was the one who chose to hide my burgeoning sexual desires from you."

"Mom, you wanted to tell dad. I asked you not to do it. Dad, I was ashamed. I didn't want you to know how adventurous I'd become."

Tricia laughed. "Adventurous, that's a euphemism if I've ever heard one."

"Shut up Tricia, you're even worse than I am."

"Girls, neither of you are bad and Tricia I think adventurous is a good way to describe our lifestyles." Jeanne was trying to keep the conversation civil.

There was an awkward silence. After a moment Jeanne whispered, "Michael, don't leave them hanging. You need to say something."

I wasn't deliberately evading the issue, I was just trying to figure out what to say. Realizing that Jeanne was right, I took a deep breath and said, "Girls, I'm not sure how I would have reacted if I'd learned about all of this last summer." Chuckling, I quickly added, "No that's not true. I do know how I would have reacted. I remember how devastated I felt after I talked to the two of you on the telephone the morning after your mother's date with Derek Fischer."

Tricia said, "Daddy, we're both sorry about how callously we handled that conversation. We should have tried to understand how you were feeling. We didn't. Instead we just expected you to accept what was happening."

"I'm not sure there's much either of you could have said to me that day that would have helped me understand. I needed time. That's why I went away."

Jodie said, "We know that, but we still feel like we made you go away."

"Jodie, this has been a major change for both your mother and me."

"Dad, we know that too. That's why we feel like we should have tried harder to help you understand."

"Many people, especially older people don't adapt to change easily. The process can be difficult, even painful. I needed the time. I think your mother did too. I was also fortunate. I met Amy and Mel. You're my daughters. Sex is a difficult subject for fathers and daughters. When I met Amy and Mel I didn't have an emotional connection with them. That made it much easier for me to learn from them."

"Your father is right. Amy and Mel were a godsend for us. We were starting to work things out in San Francisco, but Amy and Mel definitely helped speed the process."

"They did help me. Now I'm ready to accept all of your lifestyles. You're still my daughters. I don't think I'll ever want to hear the details of your adventures, but you don't have to hide them from me."

Jodie said, "Thank you daddy."

Tricia said, "Daddy, a friend of mine told me there's an air force base in San Antonio. She said that this week the city is going to be crawling with horny air force guys on passes. Would you mind if Jodie and I hooked up with a couple of them?"

"You're adults. You don't need my permission, but I do hope we'll get to spend some time together sight seeing."

"Don't worry daddy, Tricia and I want to spend lots of time with you. If we go out it will be after dinner."

Jeanne said, "It's Christmas Eve. We should be together tonight."

Jodie said, "Don't worry mom, we won't go out tonight."

Tricia nodded in agreement.

I said, "If you do go out you should invite your mother to join you. I'll bet she'd enjoy meeting a horny airman too."

"Michael!"

"What?"

"Would you be okay with that?"

"Sure, why not?"

Jeanne thought for a moment and then she said, "No way buster, this week I'm all yours and only yours."

Smiling I said, "Okay." And then, taking a quick glance over my shoulder, I asked, "What about you Paul, do you mind if Tricia hooks up with a couple of horny airmen this week?"

There was a moment of awkward silence. I sensed that everyone was amazed that I'd asked Paul that question.

After a moment he answered, "Sir, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to mind. Mistress Patricia is my superior. I'm her servant. What she chooses to do with other men is none of my business."

Tricia said, "That's a commendable answer Paul. It shows you know your place. You've become a loyal servant. I'm proud of you."

Not being able to see Paul's face without taking my eyes off the road, I couldn't tell how he was reacting to Trisha's comments, but I knew how I was reacting. Anger was welling up inside me. 

Sensing my mounting ire, Jeanne placed her hand on my knee and once again mouthed the words, "Let it go."

Realizing that she was right, I took several deep breaths and calmed myself. 

As I was doing that, Jeanne turned to Tricia and said, "I understand that you and Paul are choosing to lead an alternative lifestyle, but it's Christmas Eve. We haven't been together for months. I really would like it if we could just be a family tonight. Also Tricia, your dad has had to deal with a lot of changes lately. I think it would be nice if you'd try to be subtle about your new lifestyle this week."

"Yes mom, of course. Dad we're not trying to upset you, we really aren't. Paul and I have chosen to adopt a different lifestyle. We're both enjoying it, but we realize that it's different and you're still adapting to some major changes, so we'll try to be discreet."

"Thank you Tricia. This week I'd appreciate that."

Everyone was quiet for a moment. Jodie finally broke the silence. "Dad have you been to the River Walk?"

"I was there this morning. It's charming and exciting. I'm sure it's even more beautiful at night, especially since its decorated for Christmas."

Jeanne said, "It sounds wonderful. How far is it from our hotel?"

"The liberty is on the River Walk. They have a patio bar adjacent to the river."

"Can we have a drink there before dinner?"

"I think that's an excellent idea."

I exited the freeway. We passed through an older part of the city and then suddenly we were surrounded by hotels, souvenir shops and a park.

"That's Alamo Plaza on our left."

Jodie asked, "Dad is that the Alamo on the other side of the plaza?"

"Yes."

Everyone stared.

I turned the corner, pulled up to the main entrance of the Liberty Hotel and stopped. Two bellmen converged on our Escalade. One of them opened Jeanne's door. The other one met me as I opened my door. He asked, "Are you checking in?"

"My wife and I are already checked in. My daughters and my son still have to check in. We have a reservations for them." While Paul wasn't actually my son-in-law, I didn't see any reason to complicate the situation.

As I stepped out of the Escalade, he said, "Very good sir. We'll take care of your bags. As soon as everyone is checked in stop at the bell desk and give us your room numbers. We'll bring your bags to your rooms. Are you using valet parking?"

"Yes."

"Leave your keys. The valet will take care of your car. We'll have your ticket at the bell desk."

"Thank you." I pressed a folded twenty dollar bill into his hand.

"Thank you very much sir. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you."

As we walked into the hotel Jeanne whispered, "Michael, this is a really nice hotel. Can we afford this?"

"Yes Jeanne, we can."

Smiling, she said, "This is going to be the best Christmas ever."

After getting the girls and Paul checked into their rooms we stopped at the bell desk and gave the head bell man our room numbers. As he was taking care of our bags I slipped a ten dollar bill to both Jodie and Tricia. "After the bell man brings your bags to your rooms, give him this tip."

Tricia said, "Daddy that's too much. Two dollars should be plenty."

Shaking my head, I said, "Tricia, tips are important to people in the service industry. They represent a large portion of their income. We've been fortunate, we can afford to be generous."

"But dad..."

"If it makes you feel better, look at it this way. Do you remember Uncle Eddie?"

"Sure at Thanksgiving he used to smoke cigars, drink too much whiskey and tell dirty jokes. He was a lot of fun."

Laughing, Jeanne said, "That was Uncle Eddie. Edna, his wife, was always mortified."

Jodie asked, "Wasn't he the guy who stood up during dinner, dropped his trousers and pointed at his wiener?"

"Yes dear, that was Eddie. He didn't like George W. Bush. He was trying to make a point. Edna was so embarrassed that I was afraid she was going to slump so far down in her chair that she'd end up on the floor under the table." Jeanne was shaking her head.

Giggling, Jodie said, "It almost put me off sex."

Tricia laughed. "Well you certainly made a full recovery."

"As did you slut sister." Jodie was laughing too.

I said, "Before this conversation goes too far adrift I'd like to finish what I was trying to explain."

Jodie said, "Okay daddy, we're listening."

"Before he retired, Eddie was a traveling salesman. He sold tractor parts. He once told me that if you're staying in a new hotel, a place where you've never stayed before, when you first arrive it's always a good idea to spread a little money around."

Nodding, Tricia said, "Now I get it." And then she laughed. "Even if he did like to flash his shriveled old dick, Eddie was a pretty smart man."

"Yes he was."

As we walked to the elevators, Jodie asked, "So what's the schedule?"

Jeanne said, "Your father and I need a little private time."

Wiggling her eyebrows, Tricia said, "I'll bet you do."

Jeanne winked at Tricia and said, "Yes, you understand." She took out her cell phone and checked the time. "It's 4:15. Micheal do we have a dinner reservation?"

"Yes, 7:00 pm."

"Let's meet at the bar on the River Walk at 6:30."

Jodie turned to Tricia. "We have two hours. Let's explore the River Walk."

Tricia said, "That sounds wonderful. We'll meet you in the bar in 30 minutes."

I took out my money clip and peeled off five twenty dollar bills. As I handed them to Paul, I said, "You're responsible for my girls. Make sure that all three of you have a good time."

He took the money and said, "Yes sir, I will."

Exasperated, Tricia looked at me and said, "Daddy!"

Shrugging, I said, "It's Christmas Eve. Tonight we're all equals."




Awakenings Ch. 23



Rolling her eyes, Tricia said, "Whatever."

Jeanne grabbed my hand. "Come on studman, you and I have some business to attend to." She pulled me into the elevator. 

Jodie, Tricia and Paul followed us. As soon as the doors closed Jodie said, "Thank you for doing this dad. This is going to be the best Christmas ever."

Paul said, "She's right sir and thank you for including me. I've never been on a trip like this."

Smiling, I said, "Jodie I'm glad we were able to do it. Spending Thanksgiving away from you was awful. I couldn't bear the thought of being separated at Christmas. Paul I'm pleased you were able to join us. As far as I'm concerned you have an open invitation to all of our family gatherings."

Jeanne said, "I concur."

Nodding Jodie said, "Me too."

Paul was smiling. Tricia stood with her back to us. She was miffed.

Their rooms were on the seventh floor. Our suite was on the ninth floor. As soon as the elevator doors opened Tricia grabbed Paul's hand and without comment dragged him out of the elevator.

Jodie followed them, but as she stepped out of the elevator she turned to us and said, "Have fun."

Jeanne answered, "Believe me Jodie, we're going to."

Grinning at both of us she turned and hurried to her room.

The elevator doors closed. Jeanne turned to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and said, "I've been looking forward to this moment for six weeks."

"Me too."

She kissed me. I kissed her back. Reaching down, Jeanne felt my erection. Her kiss had created the desired effect. I was stiff, very stiff. As she rubbed me she said, "I love the feel of a hard cock."

"I know you do."

"Is that okay?"

"Yes, it's very okay."

"I'm so glad."

The elevator doors opened. Jeanne pulled me into the hallway. As we were walking to our room the doors to the elevator next to the one we'd used opened. A bellman stepped out. He was carrying Jeanne's bag. He followed us to our suite.

I opened the door. Jeanne stepped inside, took one look and said, "Michael, this is magnificent."

I smiled. Behind us, the bellman said, "The suites at this hotel are very nice."

"They really are." Jeanne answered, but her attention was focused on the sitting room. A red velvet love seat and a stuffed chair occupied the center of the room. A flat screen television was mounted on the wall in front of the love seat and chair. The mahogany coffee table, two end tables and the writing desk and chair were a matched set. A large oil painting, a still life, hung on the wall above the desk. Next to the desk a set of French doors led to the balcony.

The bellman carried Jeanne's bag into the bedroom. When he returned I noticed that he took a long look at Jeanne's ample cleavage. I couldn't blame him. Her cleavage kept catching my eyes too.

I placed a folded ten dollar bill in his hand. He smiled and said, "Thank you sir, if there's anything we can do for you, anything at all please call us."

"I will."

As soon as the bellman was gone, Jeanne said, "Michael, this room is incredible."

"It is nice, isn't it."

"I love it."

The small artificial Christmas tree I'd purchased the previous day was on the writing desk. Pointing towards it, Jeanne asked, "Did that come with the room?"

Shaking my head, I answered, "No, I bought it yesterday at a gift shop."

Laughing, Jeanne said, "You put together the perfect Christmas holiday for us."

"I tried."

"Lets go into the bedroom. I know the ideal way to start this holiday."

"Before we do that there's something else I'd like to show you."

"Okay."

I walked over to the French doors and opened them. "Take a look out here."

Jeanne and I stepped out onto the balcony. The River Walk was nine stories below us. People were sitting in sidewalk bistros sipping margaritas and beer. Others were walking along the sidewalks that flanked the river. The shops, restaurants and hotels were all decorated for the holidays. A barge laden with tourists was slowly winding its way up the river. In the background a mariachi band played Christmas songs.

"Michael, it's beautiful."

"I thought you'd like it."

"I do, but lets go inside. We still have some pressing business to attend to before we meet the girls and Paul."

"I like this plan."

Taking my hand, Jeanne pulled me through the sitting room into the bedroom where she let go of my hand and turned so she was facing me. "Michael, do you like my blouse."

"I love your blouse." Chuckling, I added, "The bellman also liked it."

"He did, didn't he. I got a lot of stares on the plane too."

"I'll bet you did."

"Does that bother you?"

"Not a bit, in fact I'm enjoying it. Does it bother you?"

"Not at all, I'm a slut Michael. Your wife is a slut."

"I know that and I couldn't be happier about it."

Reaching behind her neck, Jeanne unfastened the halter that held her blouse in place. As she pulled her blouse down to her waist exposing her large breasts, she said, "During the last several months a number of men have played with these breasts."

"I know."

"It's important to me that you know that they will always be yours and anytime you want to stop sharing them with other men, all you have to do is tell me."

"I know that too. Right now I'd just like to enjoy them."

"You're welcome to do that, but I have another idea."

"Tell me."

"Take off your pants."

"I think your game might be a little risque."

"No, this game is very risque."

"I like the sound of this."

"Take off your pants."

"If I show you mine you have to promise to show me yours."

"Believe me, I plan to do exactly that."

I quickly took off my shoes, socks, shirt, trousers and boxers. At the same time Jeanne removed her blouse, slacks and high heels. 

"You're still wearing panties. That's not fair."

"I was thinking you might like to take them off with your teeth."

"Is that a challenge?"

"Definitely."

"If I succeed is there a reward?"

"Oh yes."

"Tell me."

"You'll get a blow job that you'll still fondly remember when you're a very old man."

"That's a bold statement. Want to put your money where your mouth is?"

"No need, my mouth can cover this on its own."

"I'm sure it can.

I slipped to my knees. Jeanne was wearing a pale yellow lace thong. Placing my hands on her hips to steady myself I drew the right side of the waist band out with my teeth and tugged it down her hip. The opposite side of the thong hung on her hip, so I was only able to lower this side a few inches.

"It's not that easy."

Turning Jeanne so that her other hip was in front of me, I said, "Brick by brick my dear, Rome was built brick by brick."

Jeanne was giggling as I tried to pull that side down. I didn't make much progress. The thong was caught in the crack of her ass. I turned her farther. Her gorgeous rear was now in front of me. I kissed each of her cheeks.

"Is that part of the process?"

"Just a little artistic embellishment."

"I like artistic embellishment."

"Me too."

I pulled the waistband above Jeanne's rear out and tugged it down to her thighs and then spreading her cheeks with my hands I kissed her puckered anus.

"More artistic embellishment?"

"Yup."

"It was a nice touch."

"I liked it."

I turned Jeanne around so she was facing me. Her still covered pussy was directly in front of my face. I kissed it.

"Artistic embellishment really does enhance this game."

Nodding, I grasped the waistband in the front of Jeanne's thong with my teeth, pulled it out and tugged it down to her thighs exposing her bald mound and lips. "I see you're still shaving."

"I like to be well groomed. Do you like it?"

"Very much." I kissed Jeanne's bare cleft and then I briefly probed her with my tongue. She was wet.

Jeanne's breath caught. "Oh my."

"Sit down on the bed."

"Is that allowed?"

"I believe we only established one rule, I have to use my teeth."

"Okay." Jeanne sat down on the edge of the bed.

Grasping the crotch of her panties between my teeth I tugged them to her knees. Jeanne lifted her legs. I pulled her thong the rest of the way off.

"You succeeded in fulfilling your quest. It's time for your reward." Jeanne started to stand up. 

I stopped her. "Not yet, we still have the grand finale."

"The grand finale?"

"Definitely, lie back on the bed."

"I had no idea that artistic embellishment could add so much enjoyment to a game." Jeanne positioned herself so she was lying on her back, her head resting on two pillows."

As I crawled between her parted thighs I said in my best Humphrey Bogart imitation, "Stick with me kid, I'll take you to places you've never even imagined. 

Jeanne started laughing, but then I kissed her cunt. Her laughter turned into a gasp.

I tried to remember everything I'd learned from Amy and Mel. I started with butterfly kisses.

"Michael, that feels wonderful."

As my lips grazed Jeanne's cleft I felt her moisture beading up. I gave her a firm kiss. Her breath caught. I gave her another kiss only this time I held it and extended my tongue. At first I just tickled her, but our mutual arousal was mounting. My tickling quickly turned into passionate French kisses. 

Jeanne responded by pressing her sex into my face. She was now wet, sopping wet. I licked her, long slow licks that started at the base of her cunt, slowly rose to her clit and then returned to the base of her cunt again. 

Jeanne pushed her hips forward exposing her anus. I knew what she wanted. During our telephone conversations while I was Tucson Jeanne had been very open about her penchant for anal play. I decided to tease her. Each time my tongue returned to the base of her cunt I came a little closer and lingered just a little longer near that illicit place.

I could feel Jeanne's excitement and anticipation escalating. Amy and Mel had taught me that delaying satisfaction often results in more intense pleasure. I wanted Jeanne to have a memorable orgasm. I began another ascent with my tongue. When I reached the pinnacle of my ascendance I gave Jeanne's clit several flicks and started my descent. 

No longer able to contain her excitement, Jeanne pulled her feet back, thrust her hips farther forward and cried, "Do it Michael, please do it. Don't tease me anymore. Lick my asshole."

Smiling, I pushed my hands under Jeanne's cheeks, raised her up and moved directly to her anus. As I pushed my tongue into her ass Jeanne squealed with delight. For a minute or maybe two, I kissed her and licked her while I massaged her engorged clitoris with my thumb. 

And then it was time to take Jeanne to the next level. Jeanne sighed as I pulled away from her ass, but I had a brand new experience for her. I put my index finger in my mouth. After getting it nice and wet I slowly pushed it into Jeanne's asshole.

"Micheal."

"Yes Jeanne."

"That feels really good."

"There's more."

"Oh my."

I pulled my finger out of Jeanne's ass, got it wet again and pushed it back in up to the second knuckle. At the same time I moved up to Jeanne's clit, sucked it into my mouth and started flicking it with my tongue while I pumped my finger in and out of her anus.

Jeanne cried, "Micheal, oh my god!" And then she started bucking her hips while sucked her clit and finger fucked her asshole.

It took less than a minute. Jeanne's orgasm was volcanic. When she finally recovered she sat up, shook her head and asked, "Where did you learn to do that?" But then she laughed and said, "Of course, Amy and Mel taught you."

As I pulled myself up next to Jeanne, I said, "Cuckold boot camp, it was part of my basic training."

"Every husband should have to go through cuckold boot camp."

"I agree." 

Giggling, Jeanne said, "While you were going through cuckold boot camp I was getting my slut degree at Brady's Institute for promiscuous women. Can I show you what I learned?"

"Definitely."

"Make yourself comfortable."

I lay back on the pillows and closed my eyes. Jeanne moved down the bed so she was lying next to my hips. Her fingers grasped my erection. She squeezed me. Her touch was gentle. I felt her warm breath on the head of my cock and then still squeezing me, she kissed it. Pleasure radiated through my loins.

Jeanne kissed me again and then she sat up. "Michael, I love cocks. They're beguiling, fascinating, even mesmerizing."

I smiled. 

"Do you remember when you played that masturbation game with Mel and Amy?"

"Of course."

"Before you played the game didn't you and Mel go down on each other?"

"Yes we did."

"And the purpose wasn't to give each other pleasure, it was to take pleasure from what you were doing."

"That's right, she was trying to help me understand why you enjoy Brady's so much."

"She was right. When I give a guy a blow job behind Brady's I'm doing it solely for my own pleasure. Playing with a cock, sucking a cock is fun."

"I understand."

"When I was with Trent I was trying to give him pleasure, but that was still my secondary concern. When I'm with any man but you, my own pleasure is always my primary concern."

"Okay."

"With you it's different. I love you. Pleasing you makes me happy. Don't misunderstand what I'm saying, sucking your cock is going to give me a great deal of pleasure, but when I'm with you your enjoyment is more important to me than getting pleasure myself."

"I feel the same when I'm going down on you. Making love to your pussy is unbelievably exciting, but the real pleasure comes from seeing you enjoying yourself."

Giggling, Jeanne said, "That last session must have made you very happy because I really enjoyed it."

"It did."

"Michael, I want you to enjoy this. I want to please you right now. I want you to let yourself go. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I promise you that I'll be enjoying everything I'm doing to you."

"You're going to deep throat me, aren't you."

"Yes I am and I don't want you to be concerned about me. I will be fine. I just want you to enjoy it."

"Okay."

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to suck you first."

"I'll like that."

"I know you will."

I lay back and took several slow breaths.

"Spread your legs."

I did.

Jeanne keeled next to me and leaned over. Supporting herself with her left hand, she wrapped her right hand around my cock and gave it a firm squeeze. My breath caught.

Giggling, Jeanne gave my cock several quick strokes. "Does that feel good?"

"You know it does."

"Sometime this week I want to jack you off, just for fun. Maybe we could watch one of your movies while I'm doing it."

"If you're lying next to me naked, I don't think we'll need the dirty movie."

"Nope, I want to do it while we're watching porn. That will make it even more fun."

"I won't argue."

"Maybe we could masturbate each other at the same time. That would be really fun."

"You've clearly developed a fondness for adventure."

"I have, is that all right."

"Oh yes."

"Amy and Mel whetted your appetite for adventure too, didn't they."

"Yes they did."

"Are you ready for a little more adventure right now?"

"Yup."

Jeanne bent down, slipped my cock into her mouth and started sucking me.

Chuckling, I said, "That's some serious adventure."

"Shh, no more talking, just enjoy." Jeanne moved the hand that had been stroking my cock down to my balls and started massaging them.

I suddenly lost all interest in further conversation.

Jeanne sucked me for a minute or two and then she took my cock out of her mouth, grasped it with her hand and started licking it like it was an ice cream cone. That was good too.

For several minutes Jeanne alternated between sucking me and licking me. I would have been content to continue that routine for the rest of the afternoon, but Jeanne had other ideas. Suddenly sitting up, she repositioned herself between my spread legs and lay down on her stomach. I knew exactly what was about to happen. I was receiving the full package. Jeanne was making sure I knew that no one, not Trent, not anyone, received better treatment than I did. I was now sufficiently confident about Jeanne's love for me that it wasn't necessary, but it was still a nice gesture on her part.

Jeanne wrapped the fingers of her left hand around the shaft of my cock. At the same time she cradled my balls in the palm of her right hand. Her touch was firm but comfortable. Her substantial experience was evident.

For a moment she stroked my cock while she massaged my testicles, but then she released them and gently pushed the back of my left thigh up. Realizing what she wanted, I helped her. I pulled my feet back which raised my hips exposing my ass.

Still stroking my cock, Jeanne pressed her lips to my anus. I was tense. I suspected that Jeanne was too. We both knew this wasn't my favorite pleasure. I much preferred to give than to receive. Still I was used to it. With Amy and Mel it had been a regular part of an evening's fun and they'd made it clear that sometimes it was polite to let others give too. 

I closed my eyes, forced myself to relax and enjoyed the sensations Jeanne was creating with her hands and tongue. It was actually quite easy. She'd become amazingly adept.

After several very pleasurable minutes Jeanne sat up. Smiling at me, she said, "It's time."

Smiling back, I said, "I'm ready."

Jeanne spit on her hands and rolled my cock between them like she was making a rope of clay. It felt pretty good, in fact she could have done that for the remainder of the afternoon, but that wasn't her agenda. Instead she bent over, slipped my cock into her mouth and sucked me. Once again I was happy, but I knew this was also just another warm up drill.

After a moment Jeanne took my cock out of her mouth. Holding it just below her lips, she spit on the head. Using her tongue, she coated my entire erection with her spit, then she repeated the process. I watched. After the second time she slipped my cock back into her mouth and slowly swallowed it.

I was excited, surprisingly excited. While Jeanne's assurance that she was not only comfortable doing this, she enjoyed it, had certainly helped me relax and enjoy it too, there was more. There was something about the way Jeanne was swallowing my cock that differed from the way Amy and Mel had done it.

I immediately recognized what it was. When Amy and Mel did this to me they both kept their attention focused on my cock. Jeanne stared into my eyes while she swallowed me. It was a striking difference. With Amy and Mel I had the impression they were performing a service for me. Jeanne was giving herself to me. Amy and Mel were professionals. Jeanne was a slut.

An avowed voyeur, the idea of being married to a wanton slut was extraordinarily exciting. As I watched Jeanne swallow my cock I imagined myself sitting in an easy chair in our living room. Jeanne and her paramour of the moment were on the other side of the room oblivious to my presence. He was seated on the couch. His trousers and underwear were lying next to him. Naked, Jeanne was kneeling on the floor between his legs giving him a blow job. I could see her staring up into his eyes as she deep throated him. He was staring back, smiling. My wife gave fabulous head.

Suddenly I felt the sensations of pleasure in my loins building to a crescendo. I was about to orgasm. My cock was buried in Jeanne's throat. Concerned that she might choke on my semen, I warned her, "Jeanne, I'm going to cum."

Nodding Jeanne pulled back. The head of my cock slipped out of her throat. She began vigorously sucking me. I exploded. Jeanne continued sucking me while I ejaculated into her mouth. Gradually my orgasm subsided. 

When Jeanne felt my erection softening she took it out of her mouth, kissed the head and looked up at me. "You seemed to enjoy that."

"I did."

"Especially at the end. I don't think I've ever seen you that excited, not even in San Francisco. Is this the result of the time you spent with Amy and Mel?"




Awakenings Ch. 23



"No Jeanne, it was you."

Smiling, Jeanne said, "That's sweet."

"No I mean it. While you were sucking my cock you were so focused on me. It was unbelievably exciting."

"I told you, I love giving head."

"I could tell."

"That excites you."

"Yes, very much. Would you like to know what I was thinking about at the end?"

"Definitely."

"I was imagining that we were in our living room at home. I was sitting in the big easy chair. You and a male friend were on the other side of the room. He was sitting on the couch. He wasn't wearing his pants. You were kneeling on the floor between his legs giving him a blow job. From his expression it was obvious he was enjoying your skill."

"That was what got you so excited?"

"Yes it was. You might as well face it. I'm now an avowed voyeur and a happy cuckold."

Laughing, Jeanne said, "And I'm a shameless slut."

"I couldn't ask for a better wife."

"And I couldn't ask for a better husband. Merry Christmas Michael."

"Merry Christmas Jeanne."

We could have easily spent the rest of the evening fooling around, but it was Christmas Eve. Our daughters and Paul were here. We needed and wanted to be with them, so we quickly showered and dressed. 

At 6:30 sharp Jeanne and I walked into the hotel bar on the River Walk. Tricia, Jodie and Paul were seated at a table drinking margaritas.

We had a nice dinner in the hotel restaurant and then we took a stroll on the River Walk. After our stroll all of us went up to our suite where we sipped Bailey's Irish Cream and traded stories about growing up. Tricia and Jodie took the opportunity to liberally chide Jeanne and me about our parenting skills. Paul grew up in a series of foster homes. His memories were limited, but the stories he told were heartwarming. Both my fondness and my empathy for him were rapidly growing.

The next morning, Christmas morning, all five of us gathered in our suite again. We had room service bring us coffee, orange juice and sweet rolls. We drank coffee and ate rolls while we opened or presents. All of them were gift certificates inside cards, but that didn't matter. We were together and thinking about each other. That's what was really important.

The hotel had a Christmas brunch buffet. We stuffed ourselves. Afterward we went back to our suite for a glass of port. I had a bottle of Sandeman's. We sipped port and talked about things that made us happy.

Later in the afternoon Jodie, Tricia and Paul decided to go to a movie. That was fine with Jeanne and me. We had our own agenda. It was memorable.



Awakenings Ch. 24



This story is the twenty-fourth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous twenty-three episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

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We spent the day after Christmas shopping. I wasn't an avid shopper, but I was with my family. That made it a great day. While Jeanne and the girl's shopped Paul and I hung out together. We were becoming good friends.

The following days were spent sightseeing. Friday it was a tour of the city. 

We visited the Alamo, took a barge trip on the river and shopped for souvenirs at El Mercado. Saturday we drove into the hill country and had lunch in Bandera. A picturesque town on the Medina River, Bandera claims to be the cowboy capital of the world. Sunday we woke up early and drove to Corpus Christi. We spent the day walking along the Gulf of Mexico beach. Monday was another shopping day. Jeanne and the girls wanted new outfits for the Liberty Hotel's New Years Eve party. 

Each evening we had dinner together at a different River Walk restaurant. After dinner Jodie, Tricia and Paul always took off on their own. Jeanne and I didn't question them about what they were doing, but we were both quite certain it involved horny airmen on passes from the air force base. While we weren't sure how Paul fit into that scenario, the kids were adults. We had to assume they were taking care of each other. 

Jeanne and I spent the evenings in our suite, reconnecting. I'd never imagined that reconnecting could be so much fun.

Monday, after a late breakfast, Paul and I dropped Jeanne and the girls at a mall. Thursday's shopping trip had been more than enough for us. We were going to a nearby driving range to hit golf balls. 

On the way to the driving range Paul said, "Mr. Nolan."

"Yes Paul." I'd temporarily given up on my attempt to get him to call me Michael. Tricia was adamant about him calling me Mr. Nolan and Paul clearly wanted to please Tricia. 

"I don't think I'll be able to go to the New Years Eve party tomorrow night."

"Why not?"

"Ms. Jeanne, Ms. Jodie and Mistress Patricia are all getting dressed up. All I have are Khakis and knit shirts. I don't want to embarrass them."

"I'm just going to wear a blue blazer and a pair of khakis."

"I don't have a sports coat of any kind."

"Really?"

"When I quit my job so I could be Mistress Patricia's full time servant she gave my suit and sports coat to the Goodwill. She said I wouldn't need them anymore."

My ire about Tricia's callous treatment towards this likeable young man started to rise again. Realizing that it wasn't a productive reaction, I quelled it and said, "Let's go get you a sports jacket."

"I don't have any money."

"Paul, you're with me. You don't need any money."

"I don't think I'll be able to pay you back."

"You don't need to pay me back. I want you to be able to attend this New Years Eve party and I want you to feel good about yourself while you're there. That means we have to get you a jacket, a dress shirt and a tie."

"Thank you sir, I would like to go to the party."

Ninety minutes later we were walking out of a Men's Wearhouse with a white dress shirt, a tie and a sports jacket that met two key criteria. It fit Paul reasonably well so it didn't require alteration and it looked good with his khaki slacks.

Checking my watch, I saw that it was just after 1:00. Jeanne and the girls wouldn't be finished shopping for at least two more hours. Paul and I went to the driving range.

A little over two hours later my cell phone rang. Paul and I were at a Taco Cabana eating nachos and drinking Dr Pepper. It was Jeanne. "Michael we're shopped out. Could you pick us up. We'll be waiting at the same place you dropped us off."

"We'll be there in five minutes."

Jeanne, Tricia and Jodie were waiting on the sidewalk next to the mall entrance surrounded by shopping bags. I parked. Paul hopped out. While the women were getting into the Escalade, Paul loaded their bags into the back. As soon as he was finished he climbed into the back seat next to Jodie. 

Paul's new sports coat was hanging from the hook above the back window. It was covered with a plastic sleeve. Tricia was sitting next to it. As we drove out of the mall parking lot, Tricia pointed at the plastic covered jacket and asked, "What's this?"

I answered her question. "Paul was concerned because he didn't have a sports coat to wear to the New Years Eve party tomorrow night. We went to a Men's Wearhouse and picked one up. It looks good on him."

In an icy voice, Tricia said, "Take it back. Paul is my servant. Servants don't go to big parties."

Turning, Jeanne looked at her oldest daughter and said, "Tricia, the day we arrived Micheal and I asked you to curtail your alternative lifestyle during this vacation. We are here as a family. We both think of Paul as part of our family. So far we've included him in all of our activities and we intend to continue doing that for the remainder of this vacation. That includes tomorrow night's party."

"But mom..."

"Tricia, this has been a wonderful vacation. I am not going to finish it as Cinderella's evil stepmother and you and Jodie are not going to be the evil stepsisters."

Clearly uncomfortable about crossing Tricia, Paul stared out the window. Tricia glared at Jeanne.

Giggling, Jodie poked Paul in his side. "You make a cute Cinderella and daddy that makes you his fairy godmother."

Jeanne smiled and said, "Jodie it's not kind to tease your father." 

Chuckling, I said, "Better to be a fairy godmother than an evil stepsister or stepmother."

Still smiling, Jeanne said, "I wholeheartedly agree."

Paul was now smiling too. Tricia continued her icy stare.

When we arrived back at the hotel Jeanne said, "All that shopping wore me out. Would anyone mind if we had dinner in the hotel dining room tonight?"

Jodie said, "I'm tired too. I think that's an excellent idea."

I nodded. "It's fine with me."

Tricia continued her silent glare. Clearly fearful about incurring Tricia's wrath, Paul refrained from making any comment and helped me unload the shopping bags from the back of the Escalade. 

While we were doing that Jodie grabbed Paul's new sports coat from the back window of the Escalade and said, "Paul, I've got your sports coat. I can't wait to see you wearing it." Jodie has never been intimidated by her older sister.

Paul smiled at Jodie. Rolling her eyes, Tricia stormed into the hotel. 

The valet took the Escalade. I picked up Jeanne's packages. Paul picked up Jodie and Tricia's. We followed Jeanne and Jodie into the hotel. I noticed that Tricia was already stepping into an elevator. She didn't bother to hold it for us.

While we were waiting for the next elevator I asked Jodie, "What's up with your sister? Why didn't she want Paul to attend the party?"

Shaking her head, Jodie said, "I don't know dad. Ever since she got that big promotion at her job she's been getting weirder and weirder."

Paul said, "I know why she doesn't want me to go to the party."

Jeanne, Jodie and I looked at him.

"She met a guy last Friday night. His name is Steve. He's in the army. He's stationed in Dallas. They hooked up Saturday night and last night too. Tonight, after dinner, she's planning to meet him again."

Jodie said, "That's true. Paul and I both met him Friday night."

I looked at Paul. "If Tricia's been going out with this Steve guy for the past several nights, what have you been doing?"

"He's been hanging with me."

Turning to Jodie, I said, "Really?"

"Yeah dad, we're good friends. Paul's like your friend David."

"Ruth's husband?"

"Yes, mom's told me about them. I think they're pretty cool. I wish I could go to Brady's with mom, Ruth and Abby, but mom has a hangup about partying like that with Tricia and me."

"I agree. I share that same hangup."

"Actually I do too. Picking up guys with your mom would be pretty strange. Anyway, Paul likes to watch. I enjoy his company. We love going to clubs together. He hangs at the bar while I dance with different guys. If I don't find a guy I like, we go home and hang out. He's my sister's boyfriend, so we don't do anything, but we're good friends. We like to spend time together."

"Tricia used to let me go to clubs with her so I could watch, but she won't anymore. She says I crimp her style." There was an undertone of sadness in Paul's voice.

The elevator arrived. As the doors opened, Jodie grabbed Paul's hand and pulled him into the elevator. "You can hang out with me tonight. I want to go back to The Hard Rock Cafe."

"I do too, but..." Paul hesitated. "It's kind of expensive. Guys buy you drinks. I have to buy my own."

Quietly, I took out my money clip and peeled off five twenty dollar bills. As I slipped them into Paul's hand I said, "You have a godfather."

Paul stared at me. I said, "Just have fun."

Jodie started to say something. I cut her off. "Young lady, I'm still your father. You make one fairy godmother crack and you're grounded."

Laughing, Jodie said, "I won't daddy. All I'll say is thank you."

The elevator stopped. Still holding Paul's hand, Jodie pulled him off the elevator. "Come on, let's put our packages away and get ready for dinner."

After the elevator doors closed Jeanne put her arms around me and said, "Ever since I first met you I've been madly in love with you, but I don't think my love has ever been as intense as it is at this moment. You really are a wonderful man."

Dinner was quiet. Tricia was still in a snit. Her foul mood cast a pall on our dinner table conversation. As soon as she was finished eating Tricia stood up and excused herself. After she was gone the mood at the table lightened. That bothered me. Regardless of her negative attitude, she was my daughter.

A half hour later Jodie and Paul left. They were going to the Hard Rock Cafe. As they walked out of the restaurant they were giggling and teasing each other. Turning to Jeanne, I asked, "Do you think they'll end up together? They certainly do seem to get along well."

Shaking her head, Jeanne answered. "I think they'll always be close friends, but Jodie doesn't get off on domination. I suspect Paul will always want a woman who does."

"Trisha's certainly not treating him kindly."

"No she isn't. Michael, I'm worried about her. Right now she doesn't seem like a very nice person."

"She's not the girl we raised. I'm also worried about Paul. How much more disrespect and neglect can he tolerate? I think Tricia was serious about not wanting him to go to the New Years Eve party with us."

I wish I knew what to do."

"Me too. We still have another day. Lets see what happens tomorrow night."

"That's a good idea. Want to go up to the room?"

"We could go to a club."

"Not tonight buster. I already have the man of my dreams."

Smiling I said, "If we go up to the room what do you have in mind?"

"I was thinking we could work on our oral sex techniques."

"It never hurts to practice."

"That's what I was taught."

"Let's go."

At nine the next morning we went down to the hotel coffee shop for breakfast. Paul and Jodie were already there. Tricia was absent. Paul looked tired. I also noticed he was wearing the same shirt he'd had on at dinner the previous night. Assuming it was because we were nearing the end of our vacation and he was running out of clothes, I ignored it. 

Trisha never showed for breakfast. Since neither Paul nor Jodie appeared to be concerned I assumed she was safe. I suspected she was still with her soldier. Jeanne later confirmed that suspicion. After breakfast she'd asked Jodie.

Tired from all of our sightseeing, Jeanne and I spent the day in our room reading.

At 5:30 we started getting ready. The New Years Eve party was scheduled to begin with cocktails at 7:00. We'd agreed to meet Jodie, Paul and Tricia at our reserved table at 7:30.

Jeanne and I showered together. Of course the shower stimulated both of us so after our shower we spent the next half hour orally pleasuring each other. Don't misunderstand me. Both of us still loved to fuck, but our experiences over the past several months had sharpened our mutual enjoyment of oral gratification. Interestingly, both of us had a preference for giving rather than receiving. It was an easy issue to resolve, We took turns. Jeanne was good, really good. After cuckold boot camp I was fairly adept too. We had fun.

After our playtime was over Jeanne put on her makeup while I shaved. There was a small table, chair and mirror in our suite's bedroom. The bathroom door was open. I could see Jeanne in the bathroom mirror. As I watched her apply her eyeshadow I imagined that she was doing it in preparation for a date with another man. Three months earlier that prospect would have been devastating. Today it excited me.

I quickly finished shaving, rinsed my face and stepped into the bedroom. We were both naked. Jeanne was applying mascara to her eye lashes. Leaning against the bathroom door frame, I watched. I noticed that I was erect again.

Jeanne saw me in her makeup mirror. "Aren't you supposed to be getting dressed."

"I have plenty of time. Right now I'm enjoying watching you."

Jeanne turned. My erection immediately caught her attention. "Oh my, what got into you?"

"I was imagining that you were getting ready for a date with another man."

"And that got you excited?"

"Very."

Smiling, Jeanne said, "You're attitude has certainly changed."

"I had that same thought."

Jeanne moved her free hand to her own sex. As she rubbed her cleft, she said, "Just thinking about that makes me wet. Do you want me to take care of that erection?"

"No, I'll enjoy the edge it gives me tonight. I'll be looking forward to coming back up here after midnight."

"Me too."

"Besides you've told me that giving a blow job always messes up a girl's makeup."

Giggling, Jeanne said, "It does."

"I would love to go down on you while you're finishing your makeup."

"I'd also enjoy that, but I think it might be a little too distracting. We're running out of time."

"Yes we are. Finish your makeup. I'll get dressed."

As I picked up my boxers Jeanne asked, "Would you do that for me if I really was getting ready for a date with another man? You know, go down on me while I was putting on my makeup."

I considered Jeanne's question. After a moment I answered, "Yeah I think I would. No, I know I would."

Grinning, Jeanne said, "I can't wait for you to come home."

"I'm looking forward to it too."

After she finished applying her makeup Jeanne stood up, walked over to her dresser and took out a black lace garter belt and a pair of black nylon stockings. As she fastened the garter belt to her waist, I said, "You wear stockings a lot now, don't you."

I do. They make me feel sexy. Is that alright?"

"Yes, I love seeing you in stockings."

Jeanne smiled at me and then she sat down on the edge of the bed. I picked up my trousers and shirt and put them on, but I continued watching her. As Jeanne rolled her stockings up her legs I once again imagined that she was getting ready for a date with another man, only this time it was a specific man. 

I said, "Remember Jerry, the guy you met at The Goldenrod?"

"Of course I do. Why?"

"Right now I'm imagining that you're getting ready for a date with him."

"Why him?"

"Because you enjoyed him so much. Knowing that you're having fun excites me."

"Doesn't it make you jealous?"

"Not anymore."

"That's good, because it shouldn't make you jealous. Michael, I think you're ready to come home."

"Jeanne, I may be ready, but I'm not sure you're ready to have me come home."

"Of course I am."

"Think about it Jeanne. You have a new group of friends, Abby, Mark and Bobby. They're introducing you to a whole new life. If I come home right now I'll just be an impediment to that new life."

"No Michael, never."

"Jeanne, we started this. Now we have to let it play out." I walked over to the bed, pulled Jeanne to her feet and hugged her. 

Jeanne said, "Michael I miss you so much."

"I miss you too Jeanne and in a month or two months or maybe six months you'll say that again and then I will know it's time for me to come home. In the meantime you have to fully experience life as a free spirited libertine. I fear that doing anything less than that could result in the eventual destruction of our marriage."

"But you're a free spirit now too. We could do this together."

"Jeanne, we're both still growing. We started at different places. Abby and Mel helped me catch up to you, but we're still not in the same place. I don't think you've figured out exactly what your new life really means for you and I'm not sure about mine either. When we both understand that it will be time for me to come home."

"Okay."

"We can still talk on the telephone every night and we can still have vacations together. That will help."

"Yes it will."

"Finish getting dressed. It's almost time to meet the girls and Paul." I sat down on the bed and put on my socks. 

Jeanne remained standing. As she was fastening her stockings to her garter belt she said, "Twice tonight you told me you were fantasizing about me getting ready for a date with another man. Do you want me to do that tonight?"

"Do you want that?"

"I don't know, this is our last night together for weeks or even months. I want to spend all of it with you, but..." Jeanne hesitated.

I said, "It's also an opportunity to experiment with our new lifestyle."

"Yes."

"This is not a decision we have to make right now. Let's see how the evening plays out."

"Okay." Jeanne stepped into her thong panties and pulled them up.

As I tied my shoes, I said, "You're wearing your panties over your garter belt."

"It's become a habit. If my panties are underneath my garter belt they become a real hindrance when I hook up with a guy."

I laughed.

Jeanne asked, "Is that okay?"

"It's not only okay, it's unbelievably exciting."

Smiling, Jeanne picked up her dress, stepped into it and pulled it up. It was tight. She tugged it into place and turned around. "Fix me."

I zipped up Jeanne's dress. As soon as it was secure she twirled around. "How do you like it?"

The dress was amazing. Made of black nylon and spandex it was skin tight, low cut and short. The bodice strained to contain Jeanne's breasts leaving her deep cleavage daringly exposed. The hem was so short it barely covered the tops of her nylon stockings.

"It's absolutely gorgeous. You're going to have to fight men off tonight."

"I wore it for you."

"I know you did and I love it. It makes you gorgeous and sexy."

"And tonight I'm all yours."

"Maybe."

Jeanne stared at me. After a moment, she said, "Do you want to share me tonight?"

I opened my shirt and took out the medallion I was wearing around my neck. It was the medallion Jeanne bought for me weeks earlier in that San Francisco sex shop. Holding it up I said, "Remember this?"

"Of course I do." Smiling, she added, "You've been wearing it all week. That hasn't escaped me."

"The inscription reads, I love it when she's naughty. That hasn't changed."

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm open to possibilities."

"This could turn out to be a very exciting evening."

"Again, let's see how it plays out."

"Yes, of course."

"That day in San Francisco I bought an ankle bracelet for you."

"I've worn it every day this week."

"Yes you have. Will you wear it tonight?"




Awakenings Ch. 24



"It will draw attention to me."

"Your dress will already draw plenty of attention."

"Yes it will. That was my intention when I bought it."

"You're a slut."

"You flatter me."

"That was my intention."

"I'll wear the bracelet if you'll fasten it to my ankle for me?"

"I would love to do that."

"It's on the dresser."

Picking up the bracelet, I glanced at the charm. It was inscribed with the initials, H.W. for hot wife. Jeanne noticed me looking at it. "I'd like another charm inscribed with the word, slut. Will you buy one for me?"

Chuckling, I said, "Of course I will." 

Jeanne smiled. I kneeled at her feet. As I fastened the bracelet to Jeanne's ankle she asked, "Does this mean you want me to cuckold you tonight?"

I considered the question. After a moment I looked up at her and said, "I still say, Let's see how the evening plays out."

"And I still agree with that."

I quickly tied my necktie and put on my blue blazer. While I was doing that Jeanne checked her hair and makeup in the mirror. 

Picking up her black sequined clutch purse and a white cashmere sweater, she said, "I'm ready."

"I am too."

As we walked down the hall to the elevator, Jeanne said, "Michael."

"Yes Jeanne."

"If you do want me to cuckold you tonight I want you to ask me to do it."

I looked at her with a puzzled expression.

Jeanne quickly explained. "When I first told you that I wanted to start dating other men I made some stupid assumptions. Those assumptions nearly destroyed our marriage. I want to be certain that I don't make that same mistake tonight. This has been a wonderful Christmas vacation. I don't want to do anything that might screw it up."

"Okay, I understand. If I decide it would be fun to watch you hook up with another man, I'll ask you to do it."

"Thanks." Jeanne paused. After a moment she said, "That isn't the only reason I want you to ask me to do it."

"Tell me."

"Knowing you want me to do it will make it much more exciting for me."

We both smiled.

The New Years Eve party was being held in the Liberty Hotel's Grand Ballroom. The bar opened at 7:00. Jeanne and I arrived at 7:30. Tricia, Paul and Jodie were already seated at our table. All three of them had margaritas. Jeanne joined them while I went to the bar and got a margarita for her and a brandy Manhattan for myself.

As soon as I sat down Paul leaned over and said, "Mr. Nolan, one of the bellmen told me they're seating 500 people for dinner."

Looking around, I said, "This is a big party."

Smiling, Jodie said, "There are a lot of unattached men here."

Nodding, Jeanne said, "There certainly are and many of them are very handsome."

I got the distinct impression that my wife was starting to find the idea of cuckolding me tonight quite attractive.

They began serving dinner at 8:00. It was a buffet featuring prime rib, roast turkey, poached salmon, a full salad and soup bar, a wide variety of side dishes and of course, a lavish dessert bar.

I ordered a bottle of Cabernet and a bottle of pinot grigio for the table. All five of us ate and drank heartily. After dinner I ordered a bottle of champagne to have with our dessert.

At 9:30 a dance band began playing. At the same time, a tall, handsome, physically fit man in his early thirties walked over to our table and smiled at Tricia. 

Tricia said, "Mom and dad, this is my friend Steve. Steve this is my mother and father Jeanne and Michael Nolan. You've already met my sister, Jodie." Tricia ignored Paul.

I nodded my head. Jeanne nodded too. While it was an awkward situation, there wasn't any reason to be rude to this man. In fact, he'd been polite enough to wait until we'd finished dinner before he took Tricia away from us. Still, I wasn't inclined to invite him to join us, but that had more to do with my feelings about my oldest daughter's current behavior than anything this man had done.

Steve nodded back to Jeanne and me and then turning to Tricia, he asked, "Would you like to dance?"

Smiling, Tricia answered, "I thought you'd never ask." She stood up. Steve offered her his arm. She took it. They disappeared into the crowd on the dance floor.

Jeanne turned to Paul. "Paul would you like to dance?"

Paul stared at Jeanne. She was smiling at him. After a moment he grinned and said, "Yes Ms. Jeanne, I would love to dance with you." He stood up and offered Jeanne his arm. She stood up and took it. 

As they were walking to the dance floor, Jodie said, "Daddy, aren't you going to ask me to dance?"

"Jodie, there are a hundred handsome young men here. Wouldn't you rather wait for one of them?"

"Daddy, this party is going to go on for several more hours. There's plenty of time to dance with other men. Right now I want to dance with you."

Understanding, I said, "I'm sorry Jodie. I would love to dance with you. I stood up and offered her my arm. She stood up and took it. We followed Jeanne and Paul to the dance floor. I danced with Jodie and then I danced with Jeanne while Jodie danced with Paul. For the next hour the four of us danced next to each other constantly switching partners. We had a wonderful time. 

Trisha and Steve were on the other side of the dance floor totally absorbed in each other. They ignored us.

Finally needing a break, we returned to our table, tired and thirsty. Paul and I went to the bar for rum and cokes and ice waters. When we returned Jodie and Jeanne were whispering and laughing.

Paul and I set the drinks on the table and sat down. Smiling I observed, "The two of you are definitely having a good time."

Jeanne picked up one of the rum and cokes, took a big sip and said, "We were discussing the fact that this room is filled with handsome men."

Taking a sip of her rum and coke, Jodie said, "Daddy, I think it's time for me to start dancing with some of those men."

I nodded.

Jodie turned to Paul. "Sweetie are you going to be okay?"

"I'll be fine. Go have fun."

"Okay." Jodie turned her chair a half turn and started surveying the crowd. 

A moment later a good looking man in his late twenties approached her and asked, "Would you like to dance?"

Smiling, she stood up and said, "I'd love to."

He offered Jodie his arm. She took it. He led her to the dance floor.

Paul stood up and said, "Please excuse me. I need to go to the men's room."

Jeanne and I both nodded. As soon as he was gone I asked Jeanne, "Do you see anyone who interests you?"

"Oh yes."

"Really?"

"Definitely."

I took a moment to think about what I was about to do and then taking a deep breath I leaned over and whispered, "Jeanne, I would like you to cuckold me tonight."

Staring at me, Jeanne asked, "Are you sure?"

I took another deep breath and said, "Yes, I'm positive."

Jeanne stood up and said, "I need to use the lady's room."

I nodded. She disappeared into the crowd. I waited, wondering what the hell I'd just done. I desperately wanted to take out my cell phone and call Amy and Mel. Understanding that I was finished with cuckold boot camp and now on my own, I didn't.

After a few minutes Jeanne returned. She sat down and quietly asked, "Any second thoughts?"

I was still nervous, very nervous, but I shook my head. This was something I now needed to do. Deep inside me, I knew it was something I wanted to do.

"Is that a no? Are you telling me you don't have any second thoughts? You want me to do this?"

I said, "Yes, I want you to do this."

"Okay, but you can still change your mind. All you have to do is say, Jeanne, I'm not feeling good. I'll end whatever might be happening, take you back to our room and make you feel very good."

Remembering the night Mel, Amy and I played sexual domination games, I realized that Jeanne had just given me a safe word. I don't think she actually knew what a safe word was, but her purpose and intent were the same. I felt relieved and said, "Thank you, I'll remember that, but right now, I think I'll be okay. Let's go ahead and do it."

"You're sure?"

"Sure enough."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Your obvious concern for me has already eliminated the possibility that you'll hurt me. I'm confident that you love me, that's all that matters."

"All right." Jeanne pushed a wad of balled up lace into my hand. "I won't be needing these anymore tonight. Hold them for me."

They were her panties. Laughing, I said, "I'll safeguard them for you."

"Okay. Here goes." Like Jodie earlier, Jeanne turned her chair a half turn and started surveying the crowd. After a moment she whispered, "There he is." 

Following Jeanne's gaze, I picked him out immediately. He was a tall man, at least 6'2". Ruggedly handsome with a shaved head, he appeared to be in his late thirties or early forties. He wore a gray sports coat over a tight black silk tee shirt that outlined his muscular body. Most women would describe this man as a hunk. From the expression on her face, it was clear Jeanne was one of those women.

A mixture of jealousy and excitement washed over me. Remembering everything Mel and Amy taught me, I quickly squashed the jealousy and focused on the excitement. I watched Jeanne. She was brazenly staring at him. The unabashed lust in her eyes inflamed my excitement. I whispered, "He's very handsome." At the same time, realizing that the hem of her short skirt now just barely concealed her bald pussy, I reached over and slipped my hand inside her thigh. 

Jeanne batted it away. "Keep your hands to yourself. For the next few hours you're a spectator, not a participant."

Hurt, I shrank back in my chair.

Jeanne whispered, "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to be so curt, but this is a delicate moment. He knows I'm sitting with another man. If he sees your hands on me he'll shy away."

Realizing that Jeanne was right, I said, "I understand, I'm sorry. I'm new at this and I'm excited."

Still staring at her man, Jeanne said, "I'm glad you're excited. I am too." She paused and then she said, "Michael, because everything came up so quickly this afternoon we didn't have a chance to discuss this, but if I can set it up would you like to watch?"

"You mean be right in the room with you and another man?"

"That's right, all you'll get to do is watch. It's important that you understand that."

"Yes, I understand that." I laughed. "It won't be a problem. I'm a voyeur. I love to watch."

"So do you want me to try to set it up?"

"Do you really think you can do it?"

"Michael, it's New Year's Eve. The alcohol is flowing and everyone is feeling adventurous. Yes, I'm pretty sure I can swing it."

While I was apprehensive about Jeanne's proposal, it was also unbelievably exciting. I asked her, "Do you want me to watch?"

"Yes Michael, I would love it if you were there with me, especially tonight. It's New Years Eve. I want to share this with you."

That was all I needed to hear. Taking a deep breath, I said, "Yes, if you can make it happen, I would love to watch."

"Okay, I'll try to do it, but you have to let me handle all of this. Your job is to sit passively and observe."

"I can do that."

Throughout this entire conversation Jeanne never took her eyes off of her target. I was watching too. It was rapidly becoming apparent that he'd not only noticed Jeanne, she'd also piqued his interest.

Jeanne smiled at him and seductively licked her lips. He smiled back and began slowly moving in our direction.

"He's coming over here. Remember, let me handle this."

"I will."

"Don't forget, if at any time you decide you don't want to continue tell me you're not feeling well."

"I won't forget."

"Okay, for awhile I have to ignore you."

"I understand."

Jeanne continued smiling as the man approached her. Her smile was clearly directed at him. Deliberately ignoring me, he smiled back at Jeanne and said, "You are a truly dazzling woman. Ever since I first saw you I've been completely beguiled your beauty. I had to come over and introduce myself."

"Oh my, dazzling? Beguiling? You are a flatterer."

"It's easy to flatter a beautiful woman like you."

"You said you came over to introduce yourself, please continue."

"I'm Marv Kemp."

Nodding Jeanne said, "It's a pleasure to meet you Marv. I'm Jeanne Nolan." Without breaking eye contact with Marv, Jeanne added, "That's my husband, Michael Nolan."

Marv gave me a brief nod and immediately returned his attention to Jeanne. "Jeanne, may I ask you to dance?" I noted that he didn't ask my permission.

"Yes Marv, I'd like that very much." Turning to me, Jeanne said, "You don't mind if I dance with Marv, do you dear." It was more of a statement than a question.

I answered, "No dear, I don't mind at all."

Jeanne smiled and then she stood up. Marv offered her his arm. As she took it, she said to me, "We'll be back later." 

Marv led Jeanne to the crowded dance floor. She took his hand and placed her other arm around his shoulder. Marv placed his free hand on Jeanne's back. They started dancing. It was a traditional dance pose. As they danced Marv slowly pulled Jeanne to him. By the end of the song their bodies were pressed tightly against each other. 

A new song started. Jeanne let go of Marv's hand and wrapped both of her arms around his shoulders. Marv responded by placing his free on Jeanne's waist above his other hand. As they danced he slowly slid his lower hand down to Jeanne's rear. Aware that Jeanne wasn't wearing panties, my pulse quickened.



Awakenings Ch. 25



This story is the twenty-fifth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous twenty-four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 




I watched Jeanne dance with Marv. The Grand Ballroom of the Liberty Hotel was jammed with people, many of them also dancing, but I only saw my wife and her suitor. As Jeanne obscenely ground her hips against Marv I was certain she was enjoying the feel of his erection pressing into her stomach. Marv's hands were freely groping Jeanne, touching her in places only I should be touching her. Crazed with lust my breath caught as I contemplated the possibility that in a short while I might actually be sitting in a chair in our suite watching this man undress my wife.

Remembering that Jeanne wasn't wearing either a bra or panties, I chuckled. Undressing her wasn't going to be a difficult task. 

I was imagining Jeanne sucking Marv's cock when I realized that Paul was standing next to me. As he sat down he followed my gaze to Jeanne and Marv. "Mistress Patricia told me that Ms. Jeanne is like her and Ms. Jodie."

Quickly pulling myself together, I said, "You mean she enjoys men."

"Yes, isn't that why you went away? "

"Yes it is."

"But you're okay with it now?"

"I think so. This is sort of a test."

"Is this the first time you've watched her dance with another man like that?"

Smiling, I said, "You noticed."

"It's pretty obvious. Queen Victoria certainly wouldn't have approved of the way they're dancing with each other."

"No, she most definitely wouldn't have."

"Are you enjoying it?"

"Actually I am."

"I enjoy watching too, so I guess we have that in common."

Still intently focused on Jeanne and Marv, I nodded.

Paul continued. "But were different too."

"Because you're submissive?"

"That's right."

"You enjoy being submissive."

"I really do. When I'm serving Mistress Patricia I feel fulfilled. I feel like it's my destiny to be her servant."

"I wish she was nicer to you."

Sighing, Paul said, "I wish she was too. Part of her cruelty is deliberate. I'm not only submissive, I'm a masochist too. I hope you don't think I'm a freak."

I shook my head. "No, my friends in Arizona taught me to be open minded about the variety of desires that excite people. You're not hurting anyone."

"Thank you, sometimes I still feel like a freak, but I enjoy my life. I don't want to give it up."

"Then you shouldn't."

"I just wish..." Paul's voice trailed off.

"What do you wish Paul?"

"I love Mistress Patricia and I know she used to love me, but I'm not sure she does anymore. Sometimes I think she doesn't even care about me. When she got that big promotion at her job she changed. Now I think she really does view me as nothing more than her servant."

"What are you going to do about it? Have you tried talking to her?"

"She won't even consider discussing it with me. She believes it's unseemly for a superior to have a serious conversation with a servant." Shaking his head, Paul said, "Mr. Nolan I love your daughter. I want her to be my mistress and I want to be her servant. I hope she's just going through a phase. I'm going to try to wait it out. I want it to be the way it used to be."

Nodding, I said, "Okay, I think I understand, but if you need me all you have to do is call. Jeanne will help you too. We both like you a lot."

"I like you too Mr. Nolan. I'm glad I got to know you this week. When you finally come home maybe we could be friends."

"I'd like that very much Paul."

Paul stood up. "Thanks for talking to me. I'm going to go see what Ms. Jodie and Mistress Patricia are doing, then I think I'll go for a walk."

"Okay, I'll see you in the morning Paul." 

"Sir."

"Yes Paul?"

"Enjoy yourself tonight. Watching is fun and you don't have to be jealous. I know Ms. Jeanne loves you. I can see it in her eyes every time she looks at you."

"Thank you Paul. I'll remember that."

"Good night sir."

"Good night Paul."

Paul disappeared into the crowd of partiers. I turned my attention back to Jeanne and Marv. They were still pressed against each other, but now they really weren't dancing. They were just swaying to the music. My breath caught as I watched Marv kiss Jeanne and my excitement rocketed when I saw Jeanne kiss him back.

I glanced around the ball room. Several other couples were making out while they danced and other couples were making out at their table. 

The song ended. I expected Jeanne and Marv to continue dancing, but instead Jeanne took Marv's hand and led him back to our table. At the table Jeanne turned to him and said, "I enjoyed that Marv. You're an excellent dancer."

Marv said, "Thank you, I enjoyed it too."

"Would you like to sit down?"

Marv looked at me for a second and then he shook his head. "No, you're with your husband. Jeanne I enjoyed dancing with you, but I think my evening will be more satisfying if I find an unattached woman."

"Marv, Michael doesn't mind sharing me. I think you and I could have a very satisfying evening together."

Marv looked at me again. Taking a deep breath, I said, "I think Jeanne would like to get to know you much better and I wouldn't mind at all."

"I believe I will join you." Marv sat down. 

Jeanne moved her chair so that it was right next to Marv's. Sitting down so that her body was pressed tightly against his, she picked up his hand and placed on the inside of her thigh inches from her bare pussy. At the same time she rested her hand on Marv's crotch. 

Closing her eyes, Jeanne kissed Marv hard on the lips. He kissed her back. They made out in front of me. Marv slipped his hand under Jeanne's dress and pushed the hem up to her waist. The table gave them some cover, but I was sitting on the other side of Jeanne. I had clear view of Marv's fingers caressing her bare cunt while she massaged his erection through his trousers.

After a moment Jeanne broke off their kiss and said, "See he doesn't mind at all."

Marv smiled at me and said, "I've heard about husbands like you."

Something about Marv's tone made me feel uncomfortable, but recognizing that this was an awkward situation, I chose to chalk it up to nerves.

Jeanne said, "Marv is a retired army sergeant. He works for a security company now. He just returned from Saudi Arabia. He was a guard at their oil fields."

I thought to myself, this man is a mercenary. I considered telling Jeanne I wasn't feeling good, but then I realized that Marv was exactly the kind of man that excited Jeanne. Instead I said, "That must have been very interesting."

He nodded. "It was."

Nuzzling Marv's neck with her lips, Jeanne said, "It's noisy here. Why don't we go upstairs to our suite. We can have our own private New Years Eve party."

"I like that idea, but before we go upstairs I have a question about your husband's role."

Jeanne said, "Okay."

"I don't mind if he watches, in fact I think it might be a real turn on, but I don't like to share. If we go upstairs I want you all to myself."

Rubbing Marv's cock, Jeanne said, "Baby for the next few hours I'm all yours. All Michael gets to do is watch."

Marv smiled and stood up. "Let's go, I can't wait to get your dress off. I want to fuck your tits."

Jeanne stood up and put her arm around Marv's waist. "And I can't wait to suck your cock."

Looking at me, Marv said, "Mikey, your wife is my kind of woman." He possessively put his arm around Jeanne and led her out of the ballroom.

As I followed them to the elevator I considered telling him that I didn't like being called Mikey, but I decided not to do that. This man was a living, breathing fantasy for Jeanne. I wanted her to enjoy herself. As long as Jeanne was having fun he could call me Mikey as much as he wanted.

As soon as the elevator doors closed Marv pulled Jeanne into his arms and kissed her hard. At the same time he pawed her body with his big hands. Jeanne closed her eyes and gave herself to him. I wasn't jealous. I was excited, but even more, I was happy. I loved Jeanne. Seeing her this excited was fun. I again remembered Charles Montgomery's words, "Michael, it's fun to see the woman you love that happy." He was right.

The elevator stopped at our floor. The doors slid open. Jeanne pulled Marv into the hallway and led him to our suite. Overwhelmed with lust, she was in a hurry to get into the privacy of our room. I had my key out. I unlocked the door and held it open for them. 

As Marv pushed Jeanne passed me, he said, "Good boy Mikey, a wimp husband should always hold the door open for his wife and her stud lover."

I closed the door and looked at Marv. His entire demeanor seemed to have changed. There was a menacing expression on his face that scared me.

He barked at me, "Get down on your knees wimp. Crawl over here, unzip my pants and take out my dick. I want your slut wife to suck my cock, but first I want you to suck it. I want my slut to see what a pathetic wimp you really are."

Suddenly realizing that the situation was going badly awry, Jeanne said, "Marv please don't talk to Michael like that. I would love to suck your cock, but you have to be polite to my husband and he is definitely not interested in sucking your cock."

"Shut the fuck up bitch! You're my slut. Sluts don't talk, they just suck and fuck." Marv turned back to me. "Now I told you to get down on your knees and crawl over here pussy boy."

Glaring at Marv, I said, "Get out! Get out now!"

"Fuck you! I came up here to fuck your slut wife and while I'm doing that you're going to be my little pussy boy. Just to make sure you know who's in charge here, before you get to suck my dick you're going to lick my asshole."

"Get out now or I'll call the police."

"I'll leave after I've fucked my slut. If you take as much as one step towards that telephone I'll beat the shit out of you."

Jeanne said, "Marv, the party is over, leave. You're not going to fuck me and neither Michael nor I will be sucking your cock. If you even touch me I'll file an assault charge. Do you understand me?"

I walked over to the telephone.

"I warned you wimp boy, if go near that telephone I'll beat the piss out of you and then I'll fuck your wife while you watch."

"You'd better kill me, because if you assault me and don't kill me I guarantee you that I'll call the police at my earliest opportunity."

"What are you going to tell them? You don't even really know who I am."

Jeanne said, "Actually Marv I know a great deal about you. You're name is Marv Kemp. You live in Dallas and you work for Banning Global Security. Finding you shouldn't be difficult at all."

I said, "I'm sure your macho buddies will love reading about you in the newspaper. Do they know you're gay?"

"I am not gay!"

"You're trying to make another man suck your cock."

"You won't dare say a word about any of this. The scandal would be every bit as bad for you as it would for me."

Jeanne said, "That's not true at all. We're fifteen hundred miles from home. I sincerely doubt this would even make it into the local papers. If it did, Michael and I wouldn't care. All of our friends know I'm a slut and Michael has his own business. The notoriety from this situation wouldn't even be a minor inconvenience for us." 

"Maybe I'll just kill both of you."

Jeanne rolled her eyes. "Come on Marv, don't you watch television. It wouldn't take a police forensics team more than a day to identify you."

Nodding, I added, "How many buddies are here with you? How many people saw you leave the party with us? It would only be a matter of hours before you were the prime suspect."

"Marv, we could have had fun, but you got horribly confused and messed things up." Jeanne walked over to me and put her arm around my waist. "Now you only have one reasonable course of action. Leave and never bother us again."

Marv glared at us for a moment and then he shook his head and stormed out of our room, slamming the door as he left.

As soon as he was gone, Jeanne threw her arms around me and said, "Oh my god Michael, that was horrible. I'm so sorry."

I held Jeanne tightly in my arms. "No sweetheart, it was my fault. As we were leaving the ball room I recognized that he was possibly a bully. I knew that aggressive men excite you so I decided to ignore it. Who would have thought that he'd turn out to be a monster."

"You're not mad at me?"

"Of course not. It wasn't your fault. Remember the nightmare I had when I was with Amy and Mel?"

"Yes, and when we talked about it I promised you that I'd never allow any of my men friends to be rude to you."

"And you didn't. It's just that this individual went way beyond just being rude. It took both of us to control him." 

"But we did it."

"Yes Jeanne we did."

"We make a pretty good team."

"Yes we do."

"Micheal?"

"Yes Jeanne."

"I feel like we should make love, but if you don't mind, I'm a little shaken up right now."

"I don't mind at all. I'm a little unsettled too." I glanced at the clock. It was 12:15. "It's just after midnight. I don't feel like going back to the party, but I'll bet the lobby bar is still open. Would you like a Manhattan?"

"I'd love one." Give me a minute to freshen up.

The lobby cocktail lounge was open. Six people were seated at the bar. Another eight were scattered at the surrounding tables. Apparently we weren't the only ones seeking a respite from the noise and commotion of the New Years Eve party. Jeanne and I sat at one of the tables. In the background we could faintly hear the music and hum of conversation from the party.

The waitress took our order for two Manhattans. As soon as she was gone, I said, "I guess our little experiment with cuckolding ended badly."

Jeanne burst out laughing. "It certainly did."

"It's too bad, because I was enjoying it."

"Were you Michael? Really?"

"Yes I loved watching you dance with Marv."

"Don't say his name."

"How about if we call him M."

Jeanne giggled, "M for monster."

"That works."

"I dance like that at Brady's all the time."

"I'm looking forward to going there with you."

"Michael would you be willing to try watching again?"

"Yes, but not tonight."

"No definitely not tonight." Jeanne sighed, "But I was excited about you watching. I feel like its a way to share my new life with you."

"I was excited about it too."

"I'm glad."

"It was easy to understand why you found M attractive. You like aggressive men. In the elevator you were really excited."

"Michael, I was so wet."

"It was fun to see you that excited."

"Really?"

"Yes, I love you. I want you to have fun. I'm looking forward to coming home."

"Are you? Tell me why?"

"Of course, there's the obvious reasons. I enjoy being with you. You're not just my wife you're also my best friend."

"I feel that way about you too."

"And I miss Jodie and Tricia. I feel like Tricia needs me right now."

"So does Paul. Michael, he really likes you."

"I like him too. Paul came back while you were dancing with M."

"I saw the two of you talking."

"He told me he loves Tricia. He's thinks she's going through a phase and he's going to try to tough it out with her."

"I hope he's right, but I worry that she might need something to jar her back to reality."

"Another Awakening? We've had a lot of those during the past several months."

Jeanne smiled. "We have, haven't we."

I nodded. 

The waitress brought our Manhattans

After she was gone, Jeanne said, "Okay you've told me the obvious reasons your looking forward to coming home. What are the not so obvious reasons?"

"I want to go to Brady's with you and sit at the bar and watch."

"I'm looking forward to that too."

"I want to watch you getting dressed for your dates. This evening was fun, but it would be even more fun if I knew you were really getting dressed for a date with another man.

"As it turned out, I sort of was."

"Yes, but I want to know it for sure. When you're rolling your stockings up your legs I want to know it's for another man."

"Really?"

I shrugged. "I can't explain it, but it excites me. Mel and Amy said you were my personal porn star."

"Michael, that is so hot. I want to be your personal porn star."

"Want to hear something else?"

"Definitely."

I want to be at home while you're entertaining a date. I want to see you greet him at the front door wearing a negligee. I want to have a cocktail with the two of you in the living room."

"Would you really have a cocktail with us?"

"Yes, but I'd want you to sit on the couch cuddling with him while I sit in a chair opposite you. I want it to be clear to all three of us that while he's there you're with him, not me. Tonight when I asked you to cuckold me at the party you told me that I wouldn't be allowed to participate, I'd only be allowed to watch. I can't begin to describe how exciting that was for me."

"It got me pretty excited too." Jeanne paused for a moment and then she said, "Michael I won't always want you to watch. Sometimes I'll want to be alone with a date. While I enjoy sharing this with you, it does make it harder for me to concentrate on my own pleasure."

"That's okay, I understand. Believe me, watching you take a man into your boudoir will be extremely exciting for me and sitting in the den listening to the sounds you're making will be equally exciting. Just imagining what you're doing will be exciting. Even if you go away with a boyfriend for a weekend, I'll still get to imagine what you're doing with him."

"You certainly have changed."

"Mel and Amy opened my eyes. They taught me that there isn't any reason to be ashamed of our secret desires."

"Michael, why can't you come straight home. You're ready. We'll have so much fun."

"Jeanne, I'm ready, but I'm not sure you are. The decision about when I come home is now up to you."

"Okay, come home tomorrow."

"No Jeanne, you're not ready. Before I can come home you need to fully experience life as a slut. When I finally do come home my presence will affect your behavior. It's inevitable. You mentioned it earlier. You want me to watch because you feel like you're sharing this with me. You also know that I'll enjoy watching. I'm a voyeur. But, if I'm watching it makes it more difficult for you to concentrate on your own pleasure. When I'm home you'll want to include me in your fun as often as possible, but when you do that it won't be as much fun for you. You'll start to feel cheated."

"Okay."

"You also might want to take trips with some of your men friends. Maybe you'll find out that Jerry from the Goldenrod is going to a trade show in Chicago. Wouldn't you enjoy meeting him there?"

"Would that be all right with you?"

"If I'm gone, what difference will it make to me? Jeanne, I want you to do that. I want you to do that as often as you want to do it, because when I come home it will be much harder for you to do it. You'll feel guilty about leaving me."

"Okay, I understand. While you're gone you want me to indulge my sexual desires without concern for anything but my own personal pleasure."

"That's right."

"Abby will be eager to help me with that."

"Yes she will. I think Abby might turn out to be as good a resource for you as Amy and Mel were for me."

Jeanne suddenly looked up. Behind me a voice said, "Mr. Nolan, could I have a brief word with you and your wife?"

I turned. It was Richard, the head night bellman. I said, "Of course you can."




Awakenings Ch. 25



"Would you please come with me."

"Is there a problem?"

"It will be easier if I show you."

"Okay." Jeanne and I stood up and followed Richard across the lobby to a closed door behind the bell stand.

"Mr. Nolan when guests have to check out of their rooms before its time for them to leave for their travel arrangements they can store their luggage in this room. There's also a couch in here for the bell staff when we're taking our breaks."

"Okay."

He opened the door. The three of us stepped into the room. Paul was sound asleep on the couch. Richard said, "He's slept here for the past three nights. You're daughter locks him out of their room. Apparently she's been entertaining a male friend and wants privacy. He tried to sleep in the lobby. Mr. Nolan, I hope you understand, we can't allow that."

"Yes, of course I understand. Thank you for providing him with this option."

"Mr. Nolan during your stay here you've been very generous with the hotel staff. We're willing to try to do anything we can to accommodate your needs. Paul made us promise that we wouldn't tell you, but Mr. Nolan he's such a nice young man. None of us can stand to see him treated this way."

"I agree. I don't like it either."

Jeanne said, "Our oldest daughter is not acting like herself right now. We've been trying to let the two of them work all of this out, but clearly it's time for us to step in and take action. This isn't an acceptable way to treat anyone."

I took out my money clip and peeled off five twenty dollar bills. As I handed the money to Richard I said, "Please divide this among the night bell staff."

"No Mr. Nolan, that's not necessary. You've already been very generous with us."

"Richard, Jeanne and I appreciate what you and your staff have done for Paul. Just saying thank you isn't enough. Please accept this as a small token of our gratitude."

"Very well sir. The hotel staff is having a holiday party Thursday night. I'll put it into the drink kitty."

"Very good, now I have a favor to ask."

"Go ahead."

"I know the hotel is full, but is there any chance we might be able to get a small room somewhere so that Paul can spend the rest of the night in a bed and take a shower in the morning?"

"Actually there is. The hotel always keeps two rooms vacant in case there's a mix up in reservations. One of those rooms is still available. At this time of the night it's highly unlikely that the hotel will need it."

"Can you get that room for us?"

"Certainly, but because it will have to be cleaned tomorrow you'll have to pay the minimum rate for it."

"That's fine. Please get the room for us." 

"Yes sir." 

Richard turned to leave. As he was about to walk out the door I said, "Richard I have one more request."

"What is it?"

"Please tell the front desk that regardless of what she demands, my daughter is not to be told where Paul is staying."

Richard smiled. "Yes sir, I'll be happy to relay that message to the front desk staff."

"Thank you."

Richard left. 

I said to Jeanne, "We have to wake him up."

"Let me handle this."

"Okay."

Jeanne sat down on the couch next to Paul. Gently stroking his hair, she said, "Paul we need you to wake up."

"I'm awake."

"Really?"

"Yes, I heard the entire conversation with Richard."

"Paul will you sit up so we can talk to you."

"Yes." Paul sat up.

Jeanne put her arm around him and held him close to her. "Baby this isn't okay."

"I know, but I don't know what to do about it."

I asked, "what do you mean? Why don't you just leave?"

"Mr. Nolan, I was raised in a series of foster homes."

"Yes I know that."

"Mistress Patricia is the only family I have. I don't have a job and I don't have any money. She's made it very clear to me that if I try to leave her I'll be homeless."

Jeanne said, "Tricia told you that?"

"Yes maam."

"That's awful."

I said, "It's also not true. Paul you do have family. Jeanne, Jodie and I are also your family."

"I can't live with Ms. Jeanne or Ms. Jodie. Mistress Patricia would constantly hound them."

Jeanne nodded. "Michael he's right. She wouldn't leave either of us or Paul alone."

Looking at me, Paul said, "Could I go with you? You could teach me how to play golf."

"Paul I'd like that very much, but I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to be gone. I think Tricia needs to experience life without you for an extended period of time."

Jeanne said, "You once said that same thing to me."

"And it worked, didn't it."

"It certainly did. It was a major wake up call for me. Michael, what are we going to do? Paul needs to be away from Tricia for months, maybe even a year."

"I have an idea."

Richard returned. "Mr. Nolan, the arrangements have been made for the room. I've even arranged for a late checkout. Paul can stay there until 3:00."

"Jeanne will you take Paul up to his room and get him settled? I need to make a telephone call."

"Of course. Michael are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"

"I believe so."

"That's a wonderful idea." Jeanne stood up and pulled Paul to his feet. "Come on baby, let's get you up to your room so you can get a decent nights sleep. Michael is going to take care of everything for you."

Jeanne led Paul out of the room. I took out my cell phone. It was 1:15. That meant it was 12:15 in Tucson. It was late, but that couldn't be helped. I dialed. After four rings Mel answered. "Michael, is everything all right?" 

"Kind of, no one's hurt or anything like that, but we do have a problem."

Amy said, "I'm here too. We have the speaker on. Tell us what's happened."

"You remember the situation with my daughter Tricia and her boyfriend Paul."

Mel said, "Of course we do. They were in a dom sub relationship. You were worried that it might not be mutually beneficial."

"That's right." I filled them in on everything that had happened with Paul and Tricia while we were in San Antonio. 

When I was finished Mel said, "You need a place for Paul to stay for awhile."

"Yes I do, but I also need a loving environment that will help restore his self esteem."

Amy asked, "Will he be willing to earn his keep?"

"You mean spot for you on cottage days and work behind the bar at Danny's Lounge?"

Mel said, "Yes, but he also has to help Amy with the dishes and he has to help me cut up vegetables. You know I hate doing that."

"Yes Melody, I believe he will be eager to help you."

"I love it when you call me Melody. I get all squishy between my thighs."

I laughed.

Amy said, "Focus Mel."

Mel said, "Okay. Michael, we'd love to have him stay with us."

"I'll make the travel arrangements tomorrow and call you."

Amy said, "Have him fly to Phoenix and take the shuttle bus to Tucson. It's cheaper and quicker. We'll pick him up at the shuttle station. Does he have a cell phone?"

"I don't think so, the poor guy doesn't have anything. I have the extra phone I bought in San Francisco to use with Jeanne. I don't need that anymore. Jeanne and I stay in daily contact now. I'll give that to him."

Mel said, "Put all of our numbers into it, my cell, Amy's cell, our work cell and our home phone. 

"Your work cell?"

"It's the phone we monitor most closely."

"Of course. I'll call you tomorrow after I have his airplane ticket. Thank you for doing this."

"You're welcome Michael." Amy laughed. "But frankly we should be thanking you. Having a young submissive man in the house is going to be fun."

Giggling, Mel said, "It will be. We get to teach him how to eat pussy."

"You did an excellent job with me. Jeanne has been very pleased this week."

Mel asked, "How was your New Years Eve?" 

"Interesting, I'll tell you about it when I call you tomorrow. Right now I'd better check on Jeanne and Paul."

Amy said, "You're right. Goodnight Michael."

Mel said, "Goodnight Michael, don't worry, we'll take good care of Paul."

"I know you will. Thank you very much." We ended the call.

The front desk clerk told me that Richard had taken Jeanne and Paul to room 522. I took the elevator up and joined them. Richard opened the door. Jeanne was sitting on the bed with her arm around Paul.

I sat down next to them and said, "Paul, how would you like to go to Tucson"

He looked at me.

I said, "I have two close friends there."

"The prostitutes."

"Yes, that's true, they are prostitutes, but they're also my good friends. I prefer that you think of them as Amy and Mel."

"Are they nice?"

"They're very nice. They'll be kind to you and they'll take good care of you just like they took good care of me."

"I don't know them."

"But they know you and they know you're coming. When you get to Tucson they'll be there waiting for you."

"Mr. Nolan I've been passed around all my life."

"Not anymore. You're now part of our family. I will always take care of you. Amy and Mel are part of our family too. Right now I would like to entrust you to them. Will you let me do that? I promise that they're very nice. Tomorrow I'm going to give you a cell phone. If you decide you don't like them you can call me and I'll come and get you. I'll come immediately."

"Do you promise?"

"Yes Paul, I promise."

"Okay."

Jeanne kissed his forehead. "Baby it's time to sleep. We'll come get you in the morning. You're safe now. We'll protect you and we'll take care of you."

"Okay." Paul was exhausted. His eyes closed. He drifted into sleep. Jeanne, Richard and I stepped into the hallway.

Jeanne said, "He's never had a real family."

I said, "He will now."

The next morning Jeanne and I went down to breakfast as usual. It had been a late night, but Jeanne and the girls had to catch an eleven o'clock flight. We'd just sat down at a table when Tricia stormed into the coffee shop.

Hurrying over to our table, she said, "Paul didn't come back to the room last night."

"Don't you mean he didn't come back to the room this morning? You locked him out of your room last night?" Jeanne's voice was calm, but there was an icy edge to it.

Tricia sputtered. "I...How...? Yes, but..." Finally collecting herself, she defiantly answered, "Steve and I wanted some privacy. Paul understands. Remember, he is my servant."

"This was the third night in a row you locked him out without any concern for his well being." The iciness in Jeanne's voice was turning into anger.

Tricia bristled. "That's none of your business. Now where is he? He has to pack my bag."

Jeanne's temper flared. "Tricia, how can you possibly be that callous? You must not have any feelings at all for that sweet young man."

Tricia yelled, "You don't understand!"

Deciding it was time to intervene, I said, "Paul has been sleeping in a room behind the bell stand. Last night the head bell man kindly informed us about what was happening. We got Paul a room of his own. We also asked the hotel staff to refuse to give you his room number."

"Why?"

"Paul asked us to help him get away from you."

"What? I don't believe you. You're making this up. Where is he? I need to talk to him."

Now calm, Jeanne said, "Tricia your father is telling you the truth. Paul did ask us to help him. Baby, you were holding him against his will. You deliberately withheld money from him so he'd be totally dependent on you. Last night he told me that you told him if he tried to leave you you'd make sure he was homeless."

"I..." Suddenly defeated, Tricia's voice trailed off and her face went blank.

I said, "Tricia, Paul will not be returning with you. We're helping him get a fresh start. You don't have to worry about him. He will be safe and well cared for."

"No, I need to talk to him. I can make this right."

Shaking my head, I said, "No Tricia, you're not going to talk to him. Paul needs to be away from you for a while and you need to learn what life is like without him."

"Like you and mom?"

"Yes, your mother and I are doing something similar, although we're nearing the end of our separation."

Tricia stared at both of us. After a moment she sighed and walked slowly out of the coffee shop. 

I turned to Jeanne. "I'm suddenly hopeful. I think she may already have an inkling about what she's done."

"I hope so. Tricia has always been a little head strong and full of herself, but at heart she's a good person."

"Yes, she is. I fear that when she begins to grasp the full magnitude of what she's done she's going to be in for some very difficult times."

"Jodie and I will be there to help her."

"And Mel and Amy will take good care of Paul."

"It was certainly an eventful New Years Eve."

"And in the long run, I think a good one."

Jeanne shook her head. "Except for M the monster."

"No, while he was certainly a traumatic experience, we survived him. No one was harmed."

"Okay, I'll grant you that, but it still doesn't make it a good experience."

"I think it was."

"Tell me how."

"It reinforced our trust in each other. It reassured both of us that regardless of what happens I will always have your back and you will always have mine."

Jeanne smiled. "That's true and you're right it is reassuring."

We ate our breakfast and went up to our room. After we finished packing, Jeanne took of her slacks and panties and lay down on the bed with her legs spread. "Michael, I want you to kiss me good bye. When you're finished I want to kiss you good bye. Last night we didn't have an opportunity to do it properly."

Smiling, I crawled between Jeanne's parted thighs and kissed her. She was dry. I understood. I closed my eyes and kissed her again, gently. I felt her moisture on my lips. I kissed her with passion. Jeanne's breath caught. She stroked my head with her fingers and whispered, "Micheal, I love you so much."

I extended my tongue and tasted Jeanne. I savored her. But when I started to lick her vigorously she stopped me and sat up. I looked at her with a puzzled expression.

She said, "Michael, I don't need to cum. In fact right now I don't want to cum. For me this isn't about orgasms. I want to remember the feel of your lips and tongue in my pussy and I want you to remember how I taste. I want you to remember the feel of my moisture on your lips."

Understanding, I said, "I will. Thank you."

"Now it's your turn."

I lay down with my head resting on a pillow. Jeanne unzipped my pants and freed my erect cock. For a moment she held it and studied it as if she was committing it to memory.

She whispered, "I know you might not think this is fair, but I want you to cum. I want you to cum in my mouth. I need to taste your seed one more time before we part."

Again I understood. I lay back and closed my eyes while Jeanne worked her magic. It didn't take long. The orgasm was bittersweet. We both knew it would be weeks or even months before our next opportunity to enjoy each other.

Jeanne licked me clean and put my now flaccid penis back in my trousers. After zipping me up, we both stood. Jeanne quickly put her panties and slacks back on and fixed her hair and makeup. Once she was ready she said, "It's time to go."

Nodding, I picked up our bags. Jeanne held the door to our suite open for me. I carried our bags into the hallway. She closed the door behind me and together we walked silently to the elevator.

Jodie and Tricia were waiting for us in the lobby. While I checked out at the front desk Jeanne had the bell men load their bags into the Escalade. They stored my bag in the room where Paul had been sleeping for the past several nights.

During the trip to the airport Jodie, Jeanne and I talked quietly while Tricia stared silently out the window. I think she was beginning to grasp that it was possible she may have lost Paul forever.

At the airport the porters took Jodie, Jeanne and Tricia's bags to curb side check in while we hugged and said our good byes. When Tricia hugged me I told her that I loved her. She told me that she loved me too.

I waited at the curb while they checked in. When they were finished they waved to me. I waved back and then they disappeared into the airport.

As soon as they were gone I got into the Escalade and drove back downtown. I returned the big SUV to the Hertz office and walked quickly to the hotel. Paul was waiting for me in the lobby. One of the bell men had helped him retrieve his bag from Tricia's room. While the valet brought my Escape around I settled Paul's bill with the front desk and picked up my bag at the bell stand.

On the way to the airport I gave Paul the extra cell phone I'd bought in San Francisco and told him that I'd continue to pay the monthly bill. I explained that he'd be flying to Phoenix and taking a shuttle bus to Tucson. Amy and Mel would meet him at the shuttle station. All of their telephone numbers were in the cell phone I'd given him. I told him call their home telephone and let them know when he boards the shuttle in Phoenix. When the shuttle passes Pacacho Peak I told him to call them again. That will allow them to get to the shuttle station at about the same time his bus arrives.

Paul told me that he understood.

After I dropped Paul at the airport I stopped at a Bill Miller's barbecue for lunch. While I ate I called Amy and Mel and told them that Paul was on his way.

As soon as I was finished eating I got back into my Escape and headed east on Interstate 10. San Antonio has a number of outstanding golf courses. I'd originally planned to stay there for several weeks and play golf. That morning I changed my mind. The city now held too many memories for me. It was time to move on.



Awakenings Ch. 26



This story is the twenty-sixth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous twenty-five episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

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I spent the night in a Motel Six in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Lake Charles was only three hundred miles from San Antonio, but I got a late start, it began raining while I was passing through Houston and I was eager to talk to Jeanne and Mel and Amy. Three hundred miles was enough for that day.

I had dinner at a Chili's, a tossed salad, a small sirloin steak, a baked potato, and a twenty ounce beer. All four of the basic food groups were represented, although Jeanne would argue that red wine would have been a better choice than beer for the fourth food group. She would have also argued that I'd neglected the fifth food group, chocolate. I really did love that woman, she understood life.

After dinner I went back to my motel, poured myself a glass of Canadian whiskey and called Jeanne. Canadian Whiskey was my choice for the fifth food group. Married couples don't always have to agree.

Jeanne answered on the third ring. "Hi Michael, where are you?"

"Lake Charles, Louisiana."

"Where is that?"

"East of Houston, just over the Texas Louisiana border."

"You decided not to stay in San Antonio."

"Do you blame me?"

"Not at all, our last night there was a little traumatic."

"It was. Are you doing okay?"

Laughing, Jeanne said, "I'll probably have a few nightmares, but I'll survive. How about you?" 

"About the same, how was your trip home?"

"Uneventful. Michael, I already miss you."

"I miss you too Jeanne. How's Tricia doing?"

"She's sad."

"That's good."

"I agree. I think she's already beginning to understand that she really screwed up.

"Awakenings Jeanne, right now our life seems to be inundated with them."

"It really does, doesn't it. Have you talked to Amy and Mel?"

"Not yet, I'm going to call them after I'm finished talking to you."

"I hope Paul is okay."

"So do I. He should be there by now. Why don't you call them too."

"That's a good idea, but you should call them first. I'll wait a half hour before I call."

"Okay."

Jeanne and I chatted for a few more minutes. After we ended our conversation I called Mel and Amy.

Amy answered. "Hello."

"Hi Amy, it's Michael."

There was a pause and then I heard Amy say, "Hey Mel and Paul, Michael's on the phone."

"Oh good, come on Paul, we'll all talk to him. Amy turn the speaker on." It was Mel.

"It's on." 

Mel said, "Hi Michael."

"Hi Mel, I gather Paul got there."

Amy said, "We picked him up a couple of hours ago. We just finished dinner."

"Michael he's a sweetheart. We're keeping him forever. Amy and I are both already in love with him."

I laughed.

Mel continued. "He likes to cook and he's good at it. This morning I made a lasagna. I put it in the oven before we left to pick up Paul. As soon as we got home we got him set up in the guest room and then we had cocktails on the veranda. After we finished our cocktails we went inside. Paul made the salads while I made the garlic bread."

Amy said, "After dinner he helped me clean the kitchen while we finished the bottle of zinfandel we had with dinner."

"Michael, you're right. Amy and Mel are really nice. Thank you for sending me here."

"Paul, you just called me Michael."

"Damn right he did. When we picked him up he started calling me Ms. Mel and Amy Ms. Amy. We nipped that in the bud right away. Sometimes we might do a little role playing, but we're not dominants. In this house everyone is equal."

I smiled. "Paul, I'm glad you like it there."

"I do. Tomorrow Mel and Amy are working in the cottage. They both have two dates. They're going to teach me to spot for them and on Friday I'm going with them to the club where they dance. They told me they can get me a job as a bar boy. While I'm working the bartenders will teach me to tend bar. I'm excited. It's going to be fun to work again."

Amy said, "Michael I'm glad you sent him to us. Right now this is a good place for him."

"Michael?"

"Yes Paul?"

"How are Jeanne and Jodie?"

"I just talked to Jeanne. They got home okay."

"Please say hello to them for me and thank them for being so nice to me."

"You can tell Jeanne yourself. She's going to call Mel and Amy tonight."

Mel said, "We thought she'd probably call."

There was a pause and then Paul asked, "How's Tricia?"

"Jeanne told me she's sad."

There was another pause and then Paul said, "It's funny, right now I'm as happy as I've been for a very long time, but I feel sad too."

"You and Tricia both lost your way. Now you have to find it again. I fear that may be harder for Tricia than it will be for you."

"If she's sad maybe she at least knows she lost her way. That's a start."

"Yes it is and she has Jeanne and Jodie to help her."

"I'm glad. I hope they can help her find her way again."

"I do too."

Mel said, "Micheal, on the the phone this morning you told us your New Years Eve was a little strange. We got the impression there was more than just Tricia and Paul. Was there?"

"Oh yes."

"Can you tell us about it?"

"Of course." I spent the next ten minutes telling them about our encounter with Marv Kemp. 

When I was finished Amy said, "Remember your nightmare? That night we discussed the concern that Jeanne's attraction to aggressive men carried a risk."

"Yes I remember. Jeanne and I talked about that last night."

Mel asked, "Are the two of you okay? I mean with each other."

"I actually think it brought us even closer together."

"Because you stood up for her and she stood up for you."

"That's right."

"Do you want to try watching again?"

"Yes Amy, I think both of us want to try it again. Jeanne feels like its a way to share her new life with me."

"And you want to do it again because you're a voyeur. You like to watch." Giggling, Mel quickly added. "I understand because I'm a voyeur too."

Amy chimed in, "Me too."

Laughing, Paul said, "So am I. I used to love watching Tricia when she was entertaining a date."

Amy said, "Paul honey, have you ever watched two women make love?"

"No."

"Would you like to watch?"

"Could I?"

"Paul you are now living in Amy and Mel's house of sin." I was chuckling.

Mel said, "Sweetie after we're finished talking to Michael we're going to talk to Jeanne. When we're done talking to Jeanne we're going upstairs. All three of us are going go take a shower together. After our shower we're going to play. You do want to play with us, don't you."

"Really?"

Still chuckling, I said, "Yes Paul, really. Face it, you're now living with a couple of sex crazed nude dancers. It's your job to keep them happy."

"I don't know, I'm not one of Tricia's stud lovers."

Purring like a kitten, Mel said, "Baby, you're the perfect man for us."

In an equally seductive voice, Amy said, "Yes you are. We can't wait to get you upstairs."

"I think it's time for me to leave this conversation."

Mel asked, "Michael will you call us again tomorrow night?"

"Of course I will."

Mel started laughing.

I asked, "What's happening?"

Mel said, "Amy just unzipped Paul's pants. She has his cock out. She's sucking him."

"Michael, he has a beautiful cock. It's not very big, but it's really hard and it has the cutest head." Amy laughed. "Mel just took off her shorts and panties. She's standing on the couch straddling Paul. Her pussy is right in his face."

Paul yelled, "Michael." My concern for his well-being was tempered by the fact that he was giggling.

In a garbled voice, she obviously had Paul's cock in her mouth, Amy said, "Relax baby, in this house everyone gets to enjoy sex. We give and we receive equally. Now close your eyes and enjoy what I'm doing while you make Mel happy."

Still chuckling, I said, "Paul my friend, if you're not satisfied with your current situation tell me. I'll pick you up. I can be in Tucson in two days."

Mel said, "Michael, both your friend and my girlfriend are currently preoccupied. They're not able to speak, but I will check for you. Paul, if you want Mr. Nolan to come and get you, raise your hand."

There was a pause and then Mel said, "Nope, he didn't raise his hand. I believe he's quite content with the status quo."

Now laughing, I said, "Goodnight Amy, Mel and Paul" and then I ended the call.

I poured myself another glass of Canadian whiskey. As I sipped it I wondered if they'd even answer the telephone when Jeanne called them. Actually I knew they would. Amy and Mel loved Jeanne, but I suspected that one of them would be doing all the talking.

The next night I stayed in Mobile, Alabama. While it was only a little over three hundred miles from Lake Charles, I'd heard good things about Alabama golf. I was eager to play a couple of courses there. 

That night I made my usual call to Jeanne. She'd gone back to work. She wasn't happy. The stodgy old attorneys who employed her were becoming increasingly disenchanted with her new persona and she was becoming increasingly less tolerant of their insistence that she moderate the way she dressed. I was quite certain that a reckoning was in the offing.

I called Amy and Mel too. They'd taught Paul to spot for them during their cottage dates. He'd also met Juan and helped him with the horses. Paul told me that he couldn't ever remember being happier. That made me happy.

It rained in Mobile for two days straight. The evening of the second day I watched the local weather. They were predicting another week of rain. The next morning I packed my bag and continued east. It was also cold, so when I reached Florida I decided to turn south.

I spent the night in a Motel 6 outside of Tampa. The next morning I continued south. I reached Fort Meyers in the early afternoon. The sun was shining and it was 72 degrees. Deciding to stop, I found an inexpensive motel. There were several golf courses nearby, a steak house and a coffee shop across the street and a Walgreen's Drug Store at the end of the block. The Walgreen's sold liquor and light groceries. I had everything I needed. I checked in.

It was Tuesday January 7th. Six days had passed since I'd taken Jeanne, Tricia, Jodie and Paul to the San Antonio airport. I'd continued making nightly telephone calls to both Jeanne and Mel, Amy and Paul.

Paul was flourishing in Mel and Amy's care. He was now working as a bar boy at Danny's Lounge. The bartenders were teaching him to tend bar and in a month he was hoping to be working as a full fledged bartender. Several of the young dancers were also exhibiting some interest in him. Realizing that Paul was vulnerable, Amy and Mel were keeping a close eye on those interactions.

The attorney's that employed Jeanne were continuing to grow increasingly intolerant of her flamboyant mode of dress. Apparently their wives were complaining. Jeanne was adamantly refusing to tone down her appearance. She argued that her attire was a form of self expression. I interpreted that to mean she was now an avowed slut and she enjoyed flaunting it. She also reminded me that while we were in San Antonio I'd urged her to fully embrace and enjoy her new lifestyle. Her manner of dress was part of that new life. I was certain that Jeanne and her current employers would soon agree that it was in everyone's best interest to part company. I hoped that it would be an amiable or at least civil parting. Knowing Jeanne I feared it might not be.

During the six days since she'd returned home Jeanne had led a quiet life. I didn't blame her. The week in San Antonio had been intense. I needed a break too. She was also spending as much time as she could with Tricia. Jeanne was a good mother. Her daughter needed her.

The previous night she'd told me that tonight she was planning to go to Brady's with Abby, Ruth and David. I was happy. I was afraid the New Years Eve encounter with Marv Kemp might have made her anxious about dating. Going to Brady's with her friends was a good way to get back into her new life.

It was just after ten o'clock when Jeanne called me. I'd had a nice dinner at the steakhouse across the street and was watching a rerun of "Scandal". I was expecting her call. I was now in the eastern time zone. It was only nine o'clock at home.

"Hi Michael."

"Hi Jeanne, how was your evening at Brady's"

"It was fun."

"Did you meet anyone interesting?"

"Michael, you're incorrigible."

"What can I say, did you?"

"Yes, of course I did. His name is Jack Mahler. He sells heating and air conditioning systems."

"Tell me more about him. Is he handsome?"

There was a pause. After a moment Jeanne said, "Yes Michael, he's very handsome."

Sensing that Jeanne had enjoyed this man and was feeling a little insecure about admitting it to me, I said, "Jeanne, during the past month I've learned that I need and want to trust you. New years Eve taught me that I can feel secure about trusting you without any reservations."

"You can Micheal. You're the only man I'll ever love."

"I believe that Jeanne, so relax and tell me all about this man. You said he was handsome."

"Michael he was a total dreamboat, 6'2", long wavy dark hair, broad shoulders and a nice sense of humor."

"Maybe I should be jealous."

"You know you don't need to be jealous. You never have to be jealous. No one could ever replace you in my heart."

Laughing, I said, "Okay, so did you go out to his car?"

"Oh yes."

"And?"

"Of course I went down on him."

"Tell me more."

Jeanne laughed, "Michael, you really are a voyeur, aren't you."

"Guilty as charged and you're a slut."

"I am. I'm becoming a notorious slut."

"So slut wife, tell me more. Was he big?"

"Michael, he really was. He was at least eight inches. I realized it while we were sitting in the back booth in the bar, but when we got out to the car I opened his pants and took it out. Michael, it took my breath away."

Chuckling, I said, "You have acquired an appreciation for well endowed men, haven't you."

"Is that okay?"

"Yes Jeanne, it's okay. Tell me what happened next."

"The usual, he unbuttoned my blouse, unfastened my brassiere and played with my tits while I gave him a blow job." Jeanne paused. After a moment she said, "But Michael."

"Yes Jeanne?"

"Just before he came he handed me his handkerchief."

"He was a gentleman."

"Yes."

"That's not the kind of man you're usually attracted to."

"No, but after New Years Eve I feel like I need a break from aggressive men."

Understanding, I said, "You're lucky you ran into this man. What was his name?"

"Jack."

"That's right, Jack."

"Michael, while he was walking me back into the bar he asked me out."

"He asked for a date?"

"Yes, I'd really like to see him again. He was nice."

"So you accepted?"

"Is that all right?"

"Yes Jeanne, you need to do this."

"I'd like to do it."

"That's why you need to do it. When are you going out with him?"

"We're not actually going out. Friday night he's coming to the house for a cocktail."

"Friday night? Is he single?"

"No he's married, but his wife goes out with a group of women every Friday night."

"Does he have children?"

"One daughter, she's twenty-three and married."

"It sounds to me like it's possible you might have found a new boyfriend."

"Would that be okay?"

"Jeanne, before I can come home this is exactly what you need to do."

"Michael, I love you."

"I know that Jeanne, but right now Jack excites you, doesn't he."

"Yes Michael, he really does."

"Then I'm excited for you too."

"Thank you Michael. You're the best husband in the whole world."

Laughing, I said, "Just remember to call me after he goes home. I'll want to hear every seamy detail."

"You know I will." There was another pause and then Jeanne said, "Michael, I need to tell you about something else that happened tonight."

"Okay."

"Before we went to Brady's Abby, Ruth, David and I had dinner at Mario's Cafe."

"I'm envious. Mario's has wonderful food. What did you have?"

"The fettuccine carbonara, it was good, but Michael that's not why I brought this up."

"Okay."

"Ruth told us that she and David have decided that they're both ready for her to have a boyfriend."

"But not her old flame Nick."

"Definitely not Nick. Ruth told us that he gets possessive. She's also afraid he'll be rude to David."

"That could turn into an ugly situation."

"Yes it could."

"So what are they going to do?"

"They're hoping Ruth will meet a guy at Brady's"

"Like the guy you met tonight."

"Yes, although I don't know Jack very well. He could still turn out to be a dud."

"That's always possible. You have to be careful. Did Ruth meet anyone interesting tonight?"

"She hooked up with a guy. I haven't talked to her since we split up, but Michael, Abby had an idea."

"Okay."

"Her husband Luther has a friend. His name is Matt Haynes. He owns a flooring company. He installs the tile and carpeting in all of Luther's office buildings and retail developments."

"He must be wealthy."

"I'm certain he is. Abby told us he's married and divorced three wives. He's a younger version of Luther, a workaholic and a notorious womanizer. He has neither the time nor the temperament for a serious relationship. When he was younger he was a night club king, but now that he's getting older he lacks both the time and the stamina for that style of living. He's looking for something casual. A relationship that demands minimum commitment and responsibility."

"An affair with a married woman who has an agreeable husband would demand minimum commitment and responsibility."

"Exactly."

"How old is he?"

"Fifty-one."

"That's not so old."

"It's not, unless you're working sixty hours a week."

"Yes, I'm sure that makes it much more difficult to find the energy to go clubbing. Were Ruth and David interested?"

"Very, they'd like to meet him."

"Do you have a plan?"

"Of course we do. We're going to have a dinner party at our house next week. Abby will invite Matt and Mark and Bobby."

"Will David be invited too?"

"Not for this dinner. Abby's going to call Matt tomorrow and tell him about Ruth and David. She'll make sure he understands that both Ruth and David want David to be included in this relationship, but the first time they get together we think it will be a little less awkward if David stays at home."

"I agree. You're inviting Mark and Bobby. I get the feeling you and Abby are planning an orgy."

"Just a partial orgy. If they hit it off Ruth and Matt can use my boudoir. Abby, Mark, Bobby and I can party in the living room."

"When this party is over you have to call me.

"It might be late."

"For me that just means I'll have to play afternoon golf the next day."

Jeanne laughed. "That's the real reason you're not coming home soon. You like not working."

"I have to admit that life as a traveling vagabond does have it's appeal."

"You're incorrigible."

"Lifestyle criticism from a woman who at the age of forty-seven decided to become an avowed slut?"

"Touche, we're both incorrigible. I love you Michael Nolan."

"And I love you too Jeanne Nolan."

Jeanne and I talked for a few more minutes, mostly about Tricia and Jodie. It was almost 11:30 when we finally ended the call. 

Wednesday and Thursday were uneventful. I played golf both mornings. The nearby courses were fun and inexpensive. After dinner I called Mel, Amy and Paul first. Paul was flourishing under Mel and Amy's care. 




Awakenings Ch. 26



After I finished talking to Mel, Amy and Paul, I called Jeanne. She was excited about her date with Jack Mahler the following night. I was excited too. I told her I wished I could be there so I could watch while she was getting dressed. Jeanne laughed and told me she wished I could be there too. 

She also told me that Abby had called Matt Haynes. He was eager to meet Ruth and as long as they understood that David would only be involved as an observer and never as a participant, he wasn't at all put off by the prospect of including him. In fact he felt that if David really could be satisfied with that role it would make the entire situation must less complicated.

Friday morning I awoke excited, but I was also anxious. That night my wife had a date with a man she'd just met. Jack Mahler, she'd described him as handsome, exciting and a considerate lover.

While I was now an avowed voyeur and an eager cuckold, I still grappled with a lifetime of conditioning. Would Jeanne find this man more exciting than me? Would she fall in love with him? Would she be bored with me? I now trusted Jeanne implicitly. Rationally I was confident that I would always be the man who owned her heart, but doubt and insecurity still lingered. It was nearly impossible to squash them completely.

After breakfast at the coffee shop across the street from my motel, I drove to one of the nearby golf courses. It was a nice course and I was paired with two retired gentlemen who turned out to be interesting playing partners. If I hadn't been preoccupied with Jeanne and her impending date that evening it would have been a memorable day of golf.

But I was preoccupied. I had difficulty focusing my attention on the game and played poorly. When I returned to my motel I tried to read, but I still couldn't focus my attention. Excitement and anxiety had a firm hold on my mindset.

Deciding to treat myself I walked down to the Walgreens, went into the Liquor store side and purchased a six pack of Heineken beer and a liter of Chivas Regal Scotch whisky. A good bottle of beer before dinner and a couple of scotches after dinner would be nice.

Back at the motel I took a shower and drank a bottle of Heineken while I got dressed. Once I was ready I walked across the street to Jimmy's Steakhouse.

Jimmy's had a row of six small two person tables lined up along the windows that looked out on to the street in front of the restaurant. While it wasn't a scenic view, the street served as a welcome focal point for patrons dining alone.

The hostess seated me. A moment later a waitress arrived. I ordered a bottle of Heineken. She left. I stared at the cars driving by the restaurant while I thought about my wife and her new friend. I wondered if he'd already arrived at the house. I glanced at my watch. It was 7:10. Jeanne told me he was coming over at 6:30. It was an hour earlier at home. If he was punctual it would be another twenty minutes before he arrived.

The waitress returned with my beer and a basket of wrapped crackers and bread sticks. After setting the basket of crackers in the middle of the table she poured half of my bottle of beer into a glass, set it and the half empty bottle in front of me and asked if I was ready to order. I was. I ordered a tossed salad, a small sirloin and a baked potato.

As the waitress was leaving I noticed the hostess leading a middle aged woman to the next table along the window from mine. Trying to be discreet I took a sip of my beer and pretended to stare out the window while I surreptitiously watched the woman out of the corner of my eye.

Maybe a year or two older than Jeanne and me, she had shoulder length dark hair, an enchanting smile and beautiful blue eyes. While she wasn't heavy, she was a full figured woman with an ample bust, a thick waist, generous hips and gorgeous rear end. I found her very attractive. At least momentarily, she made me forget about Jeanne and her new friend.

She sat down in the chair on the opposite side of her table from where I was seated at my table. While we were at separate tables it created the feeling that we were dining together.

I continued watching her. The same waitress who was taking care of me arrived at her table. The woman ordered a vodka martini. The waitress left. 

The woman leaned over and set her purse on the floor between her chair and the wall under the window. When she sat up again, she glanced at me. For a brief moment our eyes met, but she looked away immediately. Still trying to be discreet I watched. Suddenly her expression changed. She smiled, turned her gaze directly to me and said. "This is awkward, isn't it."

Chuckling, I said, "Yes it is. We're dining alone, but in a way we're dining together."

"I'm generally not this forward, but as you just pointed out, in a way we've already been seated together. Would you like to make it official and join me at my table? Dining alone is so unsatisfying."

"Yes, I'd like that very much." I picked up my glass of beer and the bottle next to it. As I walked over to her table I said, "My name is Michael Nolan."

She smiled and said,"Michael Nolan, I'm pleased to meet you. My name is Maureen Styles."

As I sat down, I said, "It's a pleasure to meet you too Maureen. Thank you for inviting me to join you. I agree, dining alone is unsatisfying."

"So Michael, why are you dining alone? I would think a handsome man like you would be happily married and out with his wife tonight."

"I am married."

"Where's your wife?"

"At home in Minnesota."

"Do you live in the Twin Cities?"

"Yes, St. Paul."

"Are you traveling for business."

"No, I'm just traveling."

"Without your wife."

"Yes." Quickly deciding that there wasn't any good reason to guarded with this woman I said, "Over the past several months our marriage has been stressed. We're working things out, but we're currently separated. It's an informal separation, but we are deliberately living apart."

And that's why your traveling."

"Yes."

"My husband and I are having problems too. While we're not physically separated, we're certainly emotionally separated."

"Would you like to talk about it?"

"Actually, I would. Would you mind?"

"Not at all."

The waitress arrived with Maureen's martini. After she set it down Maureen ordered her dinner, a tossed salad, grilled salmon and a baked potato. When she was finished ordering I asked, "Since we're dining together could you bring our food at the same time?"

The waitress nodded. "Certainly sir, I'll tell the chef."

"Thank you."

After the waitress was gone Maureen took a sip of her martini and said, "Eric and I have been married for twenty-nine years."

"Jeanne and I have been married for twenty-seven years."

"Last October Eric announced that he had a mistress. He tried to assure me that it was a physical relationship and nothing more, but that really wasn't much solace to me."

"No, I don't imagine it was. I'm sure it was a blow to your self esteem."

"A huge blow. The man I'd loved and trusted for most of my life was suddenly attracted to someone else. I fell into a depression that lasted for over two months. The holidays shook me out of it. I really can't explain why. I would have thought they'd make me even more depressed, but they didn't. I think spending time with my two children helped. It made me realize that I still have family."

"How old are your children?"

"My son Matt is Twenty-five. My daughter, Nicole is twenty-three."

"I have two daughters. Tricia is twenty-four. Jodie is the same age as Nicole, twenty-three. 

Nodding, Maureen said, "Okay, now I've told you the problem I'm having with Eric. Why are you and Jeanne separated?"

"Informally separated."

"Okay, why are you informally separated?"

I smiled. "We've been weathering a problem remarkably similar to yours."

"Really?"

"Yes, last August Jeanne announced that she was planning to start dating other men."

"No warning, no preparation, out of the blue?"

"That's right."

"That's what Eric did to me too. I think that makes it harder."

"In their defense, I'm not sure how you prepare someone for an announcement like that."

"You have a point. Since you're now informally separated I gather that Jeanne carried out her plan."

"She did. Would you like to hear the full story?"

"Very much."

"All right. It's going to take some time."

Smiling, Maureen said, "I have all evening. My husband is having dinner with his girlfriend."

"And my wife is entertaining a man she just met."

I told Maureen my story. I started at the beginning and tried to tell her everything. I didn't see any reason to hold anything back. Our salads arrived and then our dinner. I talked while we ate. Maureen listened intently. Occasionally she asked a question. She was very interested in my conversation with Jennifer Rawlins that night many weeks ago in the Cosmopolitan Lounge.

She was also very interested in Jeanne's transition from a middle aged conservative married woman to an avowed slut.

When I was finished Maureen stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Michael that's a hell of a story."

I nodded.

She said, "You really spent that last six weeks living with two hookers in Arizona?"

"I did."

"And now your oldest daughter's fiancee is living with them?"

"That's right."

"And your wife really does give blow jobs to guys in a parking lot behind a bar?"

"She does and she dresses like a slut and she's having a wonderful time."

"Are you really okay with that?"

"It's taken some time and a lot of help from my two friends in Arizona, but yes, now I'm okay with it."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disparage Amy and Mel. I shouldn't have called them hookers. It's just that I've never met anyone who had two close friends who were prostitutes."

"It's okay, they sometimes use the term too."

Maureen smiled and then she said, "Michael, I want to believe you, I really do. I think many of us have secret fantasies, illicit fantasies. We dream about them, we even masturbate to them, but we never dare to act on them."

I nodded.

Maureen continued, "Your wife acted on her fantasies. At first you were upset, but you're now allowing her to do it."

"Your husband acted on his fantasies too."

"Yes he did, but he did it without any regard for my feelings."

"At the beginning Jeanne didn't have much regard for my feelings either."

"But she figured it out. She flew to San Francisco. Right now, when we're at home together, Eric barely acknowledges my presence."

"He hasn't figured it out yet."

"I don't think he ever will. He has his little chippy."

"It might help if you give him a nudge."

"What are you suggesting?"

"A few minutes ago you told me that you had secret desires, illicit desires."

"Yes I did. I think most people have them."

"I think Eric has given you carte blanche to act on them."

Maureen stared at me. After a moment she said, "Are you suggesting that I start acting like a slut?"

"Does that appeal to you?"

"Of course it does, but...Oh my god! What would people think?"

"Jeanne's answer to that question would be, who cares?"

"You're serious."

"Yes I am."

"But how? I mean even if I wanted to do that I wouldn't know where to begin."

I shrugged. "You just have to start."

"Michael, do you really believe there are men who would want me?"

"Maureen, you're a beautiful woman. If you start sending the right signals I'm certain you'll find out that lots of men want you."

Maureen and I stared at each other. After a moment she asked, "Michael, do you want me?"

I smiled.

Maureen quickly said, "Oh god, please don't say no. I don't think I could bear anymore rejection."

"Maureen, you really are a beautiful woman. Only a fool would reject you. I would love to take you to my bed tonight."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"I'll have to leave by eleven. I want to get home before Eric gets home."

"Why?"

"I don't know, I just do."

"You can leave any time you want to leave."

"Do you really want to do this?"

"Yes I do."

"Oh my god!"

"Maureen, do you like Scotch?"

"Yes I do, why?"

"I have a bottle of Chivas Regal in my motel room. Would you like to have an after dinner drink with me?"

"Yes Michael, I'd like that very much." Maureen was smiling.

I summoned our waitress and paid our bill. As we were walking out of Jimmy's Steakhouse Maureen said, "Michael, asking this is a little embarrassing, but I feel like I have to do it."

"Go ahead."

"Do you ummm..Do you have any, you know...condoms?"

"I don't, but I agree, we need them, or at least I hope we're going to need them. Let's walk down to Walgreen's."

"Thank you Michael."

After purchasing a three pack of condoms in Walgreen's pharmacy we went into the liquor side of the store and bought a bottle of Maureen's favorite after dinner drink, Bailey's Irish cream. 

Inside my motel room I poured a glass of Bailey's for Maureen and a glass of Scotch for myself. We clinked glasses, said, "Cheers.", took a sip of our drinks and smiled at each other awkwardly.

Finally I said, "I'm really not very good at this."

"Didn't you just finish six weeks as the protege of two ladies of the evening?"

"I did, but they usually took the lead in everything we did."

"So now the hapless accountant is on his own." 

I nodded sheepishly. We both laughed.

Maureen set her glass of Bailey's down on the bedside table, turned around and said, "Unzip my dress."

My pulse suddenly racing, I set my scotch on the table next to Maureen's glass of Baileys. After fumbling with the clasp for a moment, I managed to unzip her dress. She hung it in the closet and turned to face me. She was wearing a black brassiere, a pair of black lace full bikini panties and thigh high black stockings.

"You're beautiful." 

"Thank you kind sir, it's been a long time since anyone has told me that."

"I love your lingerie. It's very sexy."

"Lately I've felt so old and ugly. Expensive lingerie makes me feel a little better about myself."

I took Maureen in my arms and whispered, "You're not old and ugly, you're beautiful." And then I kissed her. She kissed me back. It was a kiss laden with desperate need. 

My earlier awkwardness now vanquished by my excitement, I pulled Maureen down onto the bed and unfastened her brassiere. At the same time she unbuckled my belt and opened my trousers. I kicked off my shoes while Maureen tugged my pants down to my ankles and then I sat up, pulled my pants off and tossed them onto the desk.

As I was taking off my socks, Maureen laughed. "Thank you, Eric used to leave his socks on. It always made me feel like we were actors in a low budget porn movie."

"Low budget porn movies can be fun."

Giggling, Maureen said, "Yes they can. Especially when the actors just met. Michael, I feel so wicked right now."

"Jeanne says it's fun to be wicked."

"I have to admit that I think I agree with her."

"Lie back."

"What are you going to do?"

"Make you feel really wicked. Relax, remember, I just completed six weeks as the protege of two ladies of the evening."

Still giggling, Maureen lay back on the bed. I removed my boxer shorts and shirt and kissed her lips. She kissed me back. I moved lower. She cooed with pleasure as I nibbled and suckled on her large breasts, but I only did it for a moment. I had another objective in mind. I moved still lower. As I tongued her navel I slipped my hand into the lace waistband of her panties and found her bald mound.

I whispered, "You're shaved."

"I started doing it two weeks ago. It made me feel sexier. Is it okay?"

"I love it. I think it's very sexy." My fingers found her slit. She was wet, slippery wet. I massaged her for a moment and then I pushed her panties down her stocking covered legs.

As soon as I pulled them off, Maureen sat up and said, "I want to touch you."

I moved back up the bed so I was lying next to her. I felt Maureen's touch. Her fingers caressed my erection. As she explored me, my fingers returned to her pussy. She opened her legs for me. I massaged her while she fondled my cock and balls. 

Our mutual arousal was growing. I kissed Maureen and whispered, "It's time to get wicked." 

As moved back down the bed she asked, "Michael, what are you going to do?"

Without answering I positioned myself between her legs. Maureen was silent, tense. I laid my arms along her hips and gently held her while I leaned forward and kissed her glistening cleft.

Her breath caught. "Michael..."

I kissed her again, only this time I held the kiss. I closed my eyes and made out with Maureen's cunt. She gasped, "Michael, no one has ever done this to me. It feels." She paused for a moment and then she said, "It feels wonderful!"

I extended my tongue and licked her. Maureen squealed, "Oh my god!"

Looking up at Maureen, I asked, "Are you serious? No one has ever done this to you before?"

"Eric thinks its nasty. He won't even discuss it."

"Do you think it's nasty?"

Giggling, Maureen exclaimed, "Yes! It's wonderfully nasty. It's magnificently nasty."

"Close your eyes and lie back. Nasty is fun" 

"Yes it is. You're fun. Being nasty with you is fun."

I kissed Maureen and then I licked her. After I licked her I kissed her again. She was wet, slippery wet. My face was coated with her moisture. I reveled in it. Jeanne, Mel and Amy had taught me that giving head was a special pleasure, a pleasure to be savored. 

I found Maureen's engorged clitoris and flicked it with my tongue. She shuddered with pleasure. I flicked it again. She squealed with delight. I kissed her clit and then I sucked it into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue. At the same time I slipped first one finger and then two into her slick opening and began slowly finger fucking her.

I felt Maureen tense. She whispered, "Michael, this is so nasty. I love it! I love being nasty!"

I continued sucking and licking Maureen's clit while I fucked her with my fingers. She responded by gyrating her hips and pressing her cunt into my face. I glanced up at her. She was ruthlessly pulling and twisting her nipples. 

I felt Maureen's muscles tighten. It knew it was a harbinger of the building storm inside her. I kept sucking and licking her clit while I pumped my fingers in and out of her cunt. Now lost in a frenzy of lust, Maureen viciously twisted and pulled on her nipples. Suddenly her entire body went rigid and then she screamed and started to shake. I pulled back and watched as the waves of pleasure pulsed through her loins.

Gradually Maureen's orgasm subsided. For several minutes she lay still while she regained her composure. Finally she smiled at me and said, "That was amazing."

"I enjoyed it too."

"Really? You liked doing that?"

"Yes, I did. I think giving head is even more fun than receiving it. Jeanne, Amy and Mel all agree with me."

"They do?"

"Yes."

Shaking her head, Maureen said, "I already told you that Eric won't even consider doing it and while I used to go down on him, it was always something I did for him. I never really enjoyed it."

"When Mel was helping me understand why Jeanne enjoyed going to Brady's so much we played a game."

"They love to play sex games, don't they."

"Oh yes, anyway Mel and I played a game. She went down on my and then I went down on her, but the objective wasn't to give pleasure, it was to enjoy what we were doing."

"I don't understand."

"Maureen, your pussy is a shrine, a sacred place. It's mesmerizing, exhilarating, intoxicating."

Laughing, Maureen said, "That might be a little overly dramatic."

"Not to me, I love cunts. I love looking at them, kissing them, licking them, and tasting them. I love burying my face in them. I relish the feel of your cum on my lips and nose."




Awakenings Ch. 26



"My cum? Men have cum."

"Women do too."

"I've never heard anyone say it quite like that, but I have to admit that I like it."

"Jeanne feels the same way about cocks. That's why she enjoys Brady's so much. When she's in a car with a guy she barely knows she doesn't have to worry about his pleasure. She's free to suck, kiss, lick and play with his cock for her own gratification. Of course the guy enjoys it too. All men love having their cocks sucked, kissed, licked and fondled, so both of them are happy."

"Your wife really does that? Give blow jobs to men she just met."

"Yes she does."

"Doesn't she find it demeaning?"

"Why should she?"

"They're using her."

"She's using them as much as they're using her. As far as Jeanne is concerned she's just borrowing a guy's cock for a little while. The fact that he enjoys what she's doing while she's playing with him is just a bonus."

"And that doesn't bother you."

"It did at first, but now I understand. Sex can be an expression of love, but it doesn't have to be. I like you Maureen. We're definitely having fun tonight, but we're not in love. Jeanne is and always will be the love of my life."

Staring at me, Maureen said, "Micheal, sex with you is so different than sex was with Eric." 

"You loved Eric."

"No, that's not what I'm talking about. Yes, I loved Eric. In many ways I still do." Maureen shook her head. "I suppose I always will. He was the love of my life, but he's always been so damned judgmental and rigid. Michael, you went down on me tonight. I didn't ask you to do it. You just did it. Now you're telling me that you actually enjoyed doing it."

"I did."

"In the twenty-nine years we've been married Eric has never gone down on me, not one time. I can't tell you how many times I've sucked his cock, but he's never gone down on me. I sucked his cock because I wanted to make him happy, but that was the only reason I did it. It was a chore. I never enjoyed it. Now you're telling me that your wife gives blow jobs to men she meets in bars because she enjoys doing it. Even more amazing, you're telling me that you don't mind."

"I don't, not anymore. I now understand that it has nothing to do with her love for me."

Maureen stared at me. After a moment she asked, "Michael, could I try it with you? You know, go down on you for fun."

"Are you asking me if you could borrow my cock for a little while?"

Giggling, Maureen said, "May I?"

"Of course." Chuckling, I lay back on the pillows, my erect penis was sticking straight up.

Maureen moved down the bed and positioned herself so that she was lying on her side next to my hips. She stared at my erection. Reaching out, she touched it, but then she looked up at me. She was making sure she had my approval.

I nodded.

Her gaze returned to my cock. Holding it with both of her hands, she studied it. After a moment Maureen said, "This is only the fifth cock I've ever seen in my entire life, my boyfriend's during the summer after I graduated from high school, two guys I dated while I was in college, Eric's and now yours. This is the first time I've ever really had a chance to look at one of them. You're right, they are fascinating."

I smiled.

Maureen studied my cock and my balls. She fondled me, kissed me and licked me. I'm really not sure how long she played with me, it might have been ten minutes, it might have been a half hour. I didn't care, I enjoyed every minute of her exploration. 

Finally she asked, "I want to watch you cum. Can I do that?"

"Of course."

Leaning over, Maureen slipped my cock into her mouth and sucked me. She wasn't as adept as Jeanne, Amy or Mel, but it was still a blow job. All blow jobs are wonderful. While she sucked me Maureen paid close attention to my level of arousal. When she sensed my excitement mounting she took my cock out of her mouth and began giving me a vigorous hand job. 

As Maureen pumped my cock I felt the combined sensations of pleasure and pressure building in my loins. Realizing that my orgasm was imminent, I held my breath. There was a second of electrifying anticipation and then the first spurt of semen erupted from my erection. 

Maureen continued pumping me. Two more spurts followed, both weaker than the first and then a fourth spurt that was little more than a copious ooze.

Giggling like a school girl, her fist covered with my semen, Maureen stopped pumping me, but continued holding my softening penis.

I looked at her and smiled. 

She said, "Oh my god, that was amazing. I feel absolutely shameless."

"Why shameless?"

"I watched you cum."

"Okay."

"It was so..." Maureen hesitated and then she said, "Brazen."

"Brazen?"

"Yes, brazen, like a hussy."

"A hussy?"

"Don't make fun of me."

"I'm not making fun of you. I'm just trying to understand."

"Micheal, this isn't me."

"Did I entice you to do something you didn't want to do?"

"No that's the problem. I did want to do it. I loved doing it. Right now I feel exhilarated, free."

"Good."

"But this isn't who I am. Michael, I actually watched you cum. I won't even let Eric leave a light on when we make love." Maureen laughed. "Or used to make love."

"I'm sorry Maureen. I didn't mean to persuade you to do something you didn't want to do."

"Michael, that's the point. You didn't persuade me to do something I didn't want to do. This is my secret fantasy. It's been my secret fantasy for years. I want to do things like this."

"Watching while you jack a guy off?"

"Please don't make fun of me. This is difficult."

"I'm sorry. I'm a thick headed accountant. Help me understand what you're telling me."

"You're so free and open about sex."

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

"I'm an accountant."

"An accountant who spent the last six weeks living with two ladies of the evening. An accountant who lets his wife date other men."

"I didn't at first. Remember, I left Jeanne."

"You didn't divorce her. You went away to give both you and Jeanne time to figure out what was happening with your lives."

"It seemed like the only reasonable response to what was happening."

"And that's what makes you special. Michael, I want..." Maureen shook her head. "I can't believe I'm saying this."

"Go ahead, I won't judge you."

"I know that. That's what this is all about. Michael, I want to be like you, Jeanne, Amy and Mel."

"I don't understand."

"Damn it Michael! I want you to teach me how to be a slut."

"You mean how to dress and act?"

"No, that's the easy part. I want you to teach me how to give a blow job to a man I just met without feeling guilty about it afterward."

"Oh."

"Will you do it?"

"I don't know. I mean, I'm not really sure how I could do that."

"Earlier tonight, while we were eating dinner, you told me that Mel and Amy referred to your time with them as cuckold boot camp."

"Yes."

"What did that mean? What did they teach you?"

"At first they taught me to recognize and accept the fact that Jeanne's new lifestyle excited me and then they helped me understand that there wasn't any reason for me to be ashamed about those feelings." 

"They taught you to stop being ashamed about being a cuckold."

"That's exactly what they did."

"Michael, I want you to put me through slut boot camp. I want you to teach me how to be a shameless hussy. Will you do that for me?"

Maureen and I stared at each other. After a moment I said, "Really?"

"Yes."

"I'll try."

"Thank you." Maureen smiled. "Michael, you're getting hard again. Would you like to use one of those condemns we bought at Walgreen's?"

"You just met me. What kind of a woman are you?"

Laughing, Maureen reached over, picked up the three pack of condoms, took one out and tore the wrapper open. As she was rolling it onto my now fully erect cock, she said, "I'm an uptight married woman who would love to learn how to let go of her inhibitions and become a wanton slut."

Grinning, I said, "Wanna fuck?"

She giggled. "Are you always this smooth?"

"Oh yes, I'm an accountant."

Still giggling, Maureen straddled me. As she guided my cock into her cunt, she said, "I want to start out on top."

"Sluts love trying different positions."

"And I want to try them all. Eric has always been strictly missionary."

"A fun position, but there are others."

We tried as many of them as we could imagine. It wasn't serious sex. We were too busy giggling, but it was fun sex. We finished with the missionary position. When I finally came Maureen had her legs wrapped around my hips while I madly pumped my cock in and out of her cunt. We were still giggling.

Afterward, we lay together for a few minutes and then Maureen stood up. As she got dressed she said, "Michael, it's been years since sex was that much fun."

"I enjoyed it too."

"Can I see you again?"

"Of course, I'm now your slut boot camp instructor."

"I don't mean to be forward, but I'm too old to be coy. When can I see you?"

"I'm free tomorrow night. Would you like to meet me at Jimmy's for dinner?"

"Definitely. After dinner can we come back here?"

"At least for a little while, this is going to be your slut boot camp training center."

Maureen smiled and then she asked, "Are you going to tell Jeanne about me?"

"Yes, we're both committed to total honesty. Are you going to tell Eric about me?"

"Damn right I am."

"Maureen, am I revenge sex?"

"Of course, but you're also much more than that. Michael Nolan, you are a living, breathing sex fantasy."

"I'm a middle aged accountant with thinning hair and a paunch."

"Honey, you are the first really uninhibited man I've ever met. At my age that's much more important than a full head of hair and washboard abs."



Awakenings Ch. 27



I walked Maureen to her car. It was across the street in the parking lot of Jimmy's Steakhouse. As she was getting in, I asked, "What's going to happen when you tell Eric about tonight? Will you be safe?" 

"I will. Eric's an ass, but he's a nonviolent ass." 

"If you need me, all you have to do is call." 

"Thank you, that means a lot to me." 

I kissed Maureen. As I closed her car door she said, "Michael." 

"Yes?" 

"I know you love Jeanne." 

"I do, I always will." 

"I know that, I really do, but this was still one of the most wonderful nights I've ever had. I can't thank you enough." 

"I enjoyed it too." 

"Can we really have dinner together tomorrow night? If you don't want to, it's okay, but please call me and tell me. Don't make me sit in the restaurant alone waiting for you." 

"I would never do that. Maureen, I'm looking forward to dinner tomorrow night. I'm looking forward to getting to know you and I'm looking forward to building a friendship with you." 

Smiling, Maureen said, "Me too. Goodnight Michael." 

"Goodnight Maureen, remember, if you need me just call." 

"I will." Maureen shifted her car into reverse and backed out of her parking space. As she shifted into forward, she said, "Thank you Micheal, I'll see you tomorrow night." 

"Yes you will. Good night Maureen." 

Maureen pulled her car out into the street. I watched her tail lights disappear into the night and then I walked back across the street to my motel. Inside my room, I poured myself a glass of Chivas Regal, turned on my television and found an NHL hockey game. The Bruins were playing the Rangers. It was the third period. The Bruins were up 3 to 2. I sat down and watched the end of the game while I waited for Jeanne to call. 

I didn't have a long wait. My cell phone buzzed. Suddenly feeling nervous about what I was going to have to tell Jeanne, I picked it up. 

"Hello Micheal"

"Hello Jeanne, how are you?"

"I'm good. I've had a nice evening."

"So have I. I think I should tell you about mine before you tell me about yours."

"OK." I detected a note of apprehension in Jeanne's voice.

After taking a long slow breath to calm myself, I began. "There's a restaurant across the street from my motel, Jimmy's Steakhouse. I had dinner there this evening."

"That sounds pleasant." The apprehension in Jeanne's voice was still present.

"It was. I had a nice dinner, but that's not why I'm telling you this."

"Okay."

"There was a woman seated at the next table. She was also alone. We started talking and ended up having dinner together. 

"I see."

"She was nice."

"What's her name?"

"Maureen Styles."

"Is she young?"

"No, she's maybe a year or two older than we are."

"Is she married?"

"Yes."

"Where was her husband?"

I paused for a moment and then I said, "He was on a date with his girlfriend."

"Oh."

"Two months ago he announced to her that he was seeing another woman. It was out of the blue, no warning."

There was a brief silence and then Jeanne said, "I see. Her situation is similar to yours, isn't it?"

"Maybe initially, but you and I are working things out. We're trying to save our marriage. Maureen's husband isn't even making a halfhearted attempt to do that. According to her, his attitude is like it or lump it."

"That's cold."

"Yes it is."

"At first I did that to you, didn't I?"

"At first."

"I'm so sorry Micheal."

"Jeanne I'm not telling you this to make you feel bad. You came to San Francisco. That changed everything. It was tough at first, but we are working it out. I think by now we both have come to realize that even though the road was hard, it was worth it. I'm happy with our new life and I'll be even happier when I come home."

"Me too, Micheal. Alright, tell me more about your dinner with this woman."

"Maureen."

"Yes, Maureen."

"We exchanged stories. I was honest with her. I told her everything. She was intrigued about you, Amy and Mel. She wants to be more free and open. Your life style appeals to her."

"She wants to be a slut?"

"Yes, well at least she wants to give it a try."

"What about her husband?"

"I don't think she cares about what he thinks. Jeanne, there's something else you need to know."

"Okay."

"When I told Maureen about the time I spent with Amy and Mel, I told her about cuckold boot camp. She wants me to put her through slut boot camp."

"Slut boot camp? She wants you to teach her how to be a slut?"

I took a deep breath,"That's right. I'm not sure how you're going to take this, but tonight, after we had dinner, we went back to my motel room. I gave Maureen her first slut boot camp lesson. I had sex with her tonight."

"You fucked her?"

"Yes, but first I went down on her and then she went down on me."

"Michael..." The angst in Jeanne's voice was unmistakeable.

Not feeling at all sympathetic about her anxiety, I said, "Jeanne, why don't you tell me about your evening. Did Jack Mahler fuck you tonight?"

"Michael, that's not fair."

"Why Jeanne? Why isn't it fair?"

"Because...I don't know. Oh Michael, this is all so confusing. I'm terrified I'm loosing you."

"Jeanne, tonight you entertained a man in our house. A man you stated you find both sexually and intellectually attractive. You asked me to trust you. You told me I don't need to worry about losing you to this man."

"You don't have to worry Michael. I'll never leave you for another man or woman."

"Don't I deserve that same trust? Jeanne, you have always been, are now and always will be the love of my life. I make the same commitment to you that you just made to me. I will never leave you for anyone else."

"Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night terrified that I've destroyed our marriage. Michael, I worry that you're never going to come home."

"You haven't destroyed our marriage and I am going to come home. That's a promise. You are my wife and partner. You will always be my wife and partner. No one else could ever take your place."

"I feel the same way about you Michael." Jeanne paused for a moment and then she said, "Maybe we should just go back to the way it used to be. Come home, I'll give up the other men."

"Jeanne, you know that if we do that a part of you will always regret it. You love your new life."

"I know."

"We have to trust each other. I love you. Trust is a big part of love."

"I love you too Michael."

"I know and I trust that love. Will you trust my love for you?"

"Okay." There was a moment of silence and then Jeanne quietly said, "Tell me about her. Is she pretty?"

"Yes, Maureen's an attractive woman."

Sighing, Jeanne said, "Of course she is."

I quickly continued. "She's lost right now. She needs time to find herself. She needs to explore a side of herself that she's repressed for most of her life. She needs a friend to help her with that."

"That was what you needed to do, wasn't it Michael?"

"Yes Jeanne, it was."

"And Amy and Mel were the friends who helped you, weren't they."

"Yes."

"Because of that you feel an affinity for this woman."

"I think that's correct."

"You want to help her."

"I really do."

"I guess I understand." Jeanne laughed. "It would be pretty hypocritical if I objected."

"Yes it would. You have to trust me, just like I'm trusting you."

"Okay."

"Jeanne, if you met Maureen, I'm sure you'd like her. You're very similar. I think that might be another reason I enjoy her company so much."

"If you like her Micheal, then I am sure I would too. Look at Amy and Mel, you have a perfect record so far. Tell me more about Maureen. I want to hear about your first session of slut boot camp."

Chuckling, I said, "Being a bit voyeuristic, are we?"

"I guess so. The evening I spent with Abby, Mark and Bobby I discovered I like to watch too. I now understand why it turns you on so much."

"You really want me to tell you about fucking Maureen?"

"Every seamy detail, then I'll tell you about fucking Jack."

Still chuckling, I said, "I'm not going to lie, this is a bit awkward for me. I'm not usually the one sharing."

"I understand. Truthfully, I still feel shy when I share with you. Start at the beginning, go slow. I'll ask questions if I need to."

"Alright," I took a deep breath and began. "After Maureen and I finished dinner We started talking about dating. She's so insecure right now. I had to reassure her that she's still a very attractive woman; lots of men would want her."

"You felt the same way last August after I so stupidly questioned your desirability. You do understand why I said that, don't you."

"Yes, I understand. I'm over it now. You, Amy and Mel have done a good job of rebuilding my ego."

"Tell me more about your evening with Maureen. You were reassuring her that she was still attractive."

"She asked me if I wanted her."

"She is insecure. What did you say to her?"

"I told her that of course I wanted her."

"Of course you wanted her? That was bold of you."

Shrugging, I said, "You've transformed me. I used to be a timid, mild mannered accountant. Now I'm audacious womanizer."

Jeanne burst out laughing. "Michael, I love you so much."

Laughing along with her, I said, "I love you too Jeanne."

"Okay Don Juan, describe your conquest for me. You told me she was pretty."

"She is. She's a mature woman with a full figure and amazing rear."

Still giggling, Jeanne said, "You always have been a butt man."

"Damn right."

"Tell me more."

"She has kind eyes and a warm smile. She wears her hair shoulder length."

"What color is her hair?"

"She's a brunette."

"Does she have big tits?"

It was my turn to burst out laughing. "Big tits? Jeanne, sometimes you completely amaze me."

"Sometimes I amaze myself. Now does she?"

"Yes, she has gorgeous tits."

"Are they bigger than mine?"

"Is Jack's cock bigger than mine?"

Chuckling, Jeanne said, "Touche. That said, you already know about Jack. He is bigger than you are. Now are Maureen's tits bigger than mine?"

"I think yours are a little larger than Maureen's, but she's still well endowed."

"So are you."

"Thank you."

"Michael, she sounds hot."

"She is. You're starting to like women, aren't you?"

"Appreciate might be the best way to describe my current feelings about sex with women. While I'm certain I'll always prefer men, there's something intriguingly different about sex with a woman."

"For one thing, there isn't a dick involved."

Jeanne laughed. "The timid mild mannered accountant is definitely gone." She paused, after a moment she said, "Yes, that's true, but there's more. Women are softer, gentler and Micheal, women understand how to lick a pussy."

"I have to agree. I've seen Amy and Mel in action."

"Yes you have. I can't wait until you see Abby and me in action."

"I'm looking forward to that too."

"Now back to Maureen. It's time for the seamy details." 

"Okay, After Maureen and I left the restaurant we walked down to the drugstore to pick up some necessities we needed for the evening and then we headed back to my room."

"Condoms?"

"Of course. Once we were in my room we had a nightcap and chatted for a few minutes."

"I imagine you were both nervous, especially Maureen. Michael, the first few times I got together with new men I was so nervous I could barely carry on a conversation."

"I didn't know that."

"We weren't communicating at that time."

"No we weren't."

There was an awkward pause and then Jeanne said, "You were having a cocktail and chatting. Tell me what happened next."

"We started talking about sex. I admitted that as a seducer of women I was still kind of shy."

Jeanne laughed. "Michael honey, you have a slut wife and you just finished spending six weeks living with two professional escorts. Are you really still shy about sex?"

"Maureen said the same thing. Jeanne, Amy and Mel always took the lead and when we're together, you do too."

"Yes, I suppose you're right, but you did end up having sex. You must have gotten over your attack of shyness."

"Maureen took the lead. She stood up and asked me to unzip her dress."

"Good girl, she has the potential to be an outstanding slut. Tell me more."

"She was wearing sexy black lingerie."

"Really? But you said she wasn't out looking for men when you met her in the restaurant."

"She wasn't. She told me she was feeling old and ugly. The lingerie made her feel sexy."

"I can understand that. What happened next?"

"I kissed her."

"That was bold."

"She'd just asked me to take off her dress. It doesn't take much encouragement to overcome my shyness."

"You are making progress. What happened after you kissed her?"

"I took her to bed. Are you doing okay so far?"

"I am. Actually listening to this is making me very damp."

"Good. Maureen wanted to feel wicked. She's been neglected in the sex department. So I gave her wicked. Jeanne, her husband never went down on her."

"That poor woman. I hope you showed her how wonderful it can be."

"Of course I did. Maureen has a beautiful shaved pussy. I made sure she got the full experience."

"She enjoyed it?"

"She thought it was amazing, she loves being nasty. Jeanne, I'm certain Maureen has a future as a slut. After she orgasmed, she wanted to borrow my cock."

"Borrow your cock?"

"Yes, like Mel and I did that afternoon a few weeks ago."

"I remember. Mel was trying to help you understand why I enjoy quickies at Brady's so much."

"That's right. Maureen didn't understand why I enjoyed going down on her so much. Her husband never went down on her and when she went down on him she always felt like it was a chore rather than a pleasure."

Sighing, Jeanne said, "I used to feel like that."

"I know, but you don't anymore."

Jeanne giggled. "No I certainly don't. You're now married to a BJ queen."

"And I love it."

"We have become a couple of pervs."

"Yes we have."

"So did she do it? Play with your cock?"

"Yup, I was just lying passively on the bed while she touched me, fondled me and explored me. She asked if she could watch me cum. I said yes, so she stroked and kissed, and finally sucked and licked me. When I was close I warned her so she could give me a hand job and watch. It was fun."

"It sounds like it was fun. What happened next?"

"We lay in bed for a while talking. That's when she asked me to help her."

"Become a slut?"

"Yes, and I agreed. I hope that's okay."

"Michael, Since I just spent several hours entertaining a man in Tricia's old bedroom it would be pretty hypocritical for me to object." Jeanne paused. After a moment she added, "While I will admit that it makes me a little uncomfortable, I realize that I create similar feelings of discomfort for you and I keep reassuring you that you don't have anything to worry about.

"We just have to trust each other."

"Yes we do. What happened next?"

Laughing, I said, "You're getting to be as bad as me."

"And you're getting to be as bad as me."

"Because of Maureen?"

"And Amy and Mel."

"It's not a contest. You have an overwhelming lead in quantity."

"True, but you may have me in quality."

"Interesting, I hadn't considered that."

"Amy and Mel are special."

"Yes they are. I remind you, you now have Abby, Mark and Bobby."

"I do. Maybe someday we can all be together."

"That would be fun. I hope it can happen too."

"Back to Maureen. Did you fuck."

"We did."

"Was it fun?"

"Did you really just ask me that?"

"You're right. Let me rephrase that. Was it exceptional?"

"My experience isn't quite as extensive as yours."

"Didn't we just finish that conversation?"

"Yeah, I guess we did."

"So?"

"It was exceptional."

"Really? Tell me why."

"It was like she was discovering the enjoyment of sex for the very first time."

There was a long silence. Finally Jeanne said, "Michael, I'm sorry."

"Why."

"Please don't misunderstand this."

"Okay, I'll try not to."

"I understand. I had a similar experience, but..."

"But it wasn't with me."

"I can't begin to tell you how much I regret that."

"I know. I wish it had been with me too. It wasn't and we can't change that. Still, I'm glad you finally did have the experience and now that you have we're both enjoying it."

"We are, aren't we."

"Yes we are."

"Tell me more about your night with Maureen."

"There's not much more to tell. We fucked. After we fucked we talked and then she got dressed and went home." 

"Is she going to tell her husband about you?"

"Oh yes."

"Do I have to worry? Is he going to shoot you?"

Chuckling, I said, "I don't think so. From what Maureen told me, he's not that kind of guy. I think it's more likely he'll use this as an excuse to leave Maureen."

"Will she be able to deal with that?"

"I think she'll be relieved. She's tired of the neglect and humiliation."

There was a pause and then Jeanne asked, "Michael, did I do that to you?"

"At first, but when you came to San Francisco that all ended."

"I'm so glad I did that."

"I am too."

"I think it's lucky Maureen met you tonight."

"I'm glad you feel that way."

"We're both growing Michael."

"Yes we are."

There was a moment of silence and then I said, "Why don't you tell me about your night with Jack."

"Okay."

After a short pause Jeanne said, "I had a good time." Her voice was tentative, uncertain.

"Jeanne, I sense that you had a wonderful time, but you're afraid to tell me about it."

"I'm sorry Michael, I did..." Jeanne's voice trailed off.

"Total honesty Jeanne, we can't keep secrets from each other."

"I know that Michael, but I'm afraid you'll misunderstand."

"We just finished talking about how we have to listen to each other and try to understand. We have to be patient and help each other understand. You had trouble when I told you about Maureen, but you're trying to understand."

"I am."

"Now it's my turn to understand. You have to trust me."

"Okay."

"Let's try again. Did you have fun tonight?"

"Michael, I had a marvelous evening."

"I'm glad to hear that. Tell me about it."

"Jack brought me flowers."

"He brought you flowers?"

"Yes, he actually seduced me tonight."

"He seduced you? But didn't he know you were a sure thing? I mean earlier this week you gave him a blow job in his car."

"Of course he knew I was a sure thing, but he still seduced me. It was so romantic." Jeanne paused and then she quickly added, "Michael, remember at the beginning of this I kept telling you that love and sex weren't synonyms?"

"Yes."

"Love and romance aren't synonyms either. For a woman romance can be a form of foreplay, for many of us it's an important form of foreplay. You may not realize it, but you've always been very good at romance and seduction. When I was a prude that was so important to me."

"You're telling me that Jack is romantic."

"Very."

"Trent wasn't, was he."

laughing Jeanne said, "Trent was the antithesis of romantic."

"At least for awhile, you enjoyed him."

"He was different. Remember, variety is one of the most exciting attractions of my new life. I guarantee you I'll want to play with more Trents."

"So tell me more about your date with Jack. What did you wear?"

"Yesterday, after work, I bought a full length sheer beige dressing gown. It's trimmed with lace and has a single fastening at the bodice, so it falls open when I walk or sit."

"That sounds very sexy. I can't wait to see you wearing it."

"I'd like that too."

"What did you wear under it?"

"Absolutely nothing, all I had on was the dressing gown and a pair of stiletto slippers."

"You weren't wearing anything underneath the dressing gown?"

"Nothing at all."

"And the dressing gown was sheer."

"You can see through it easily."




Awakenings Ch. 27



"And that's how you greeted Jack at the door."

"Yes, wasn't that slutty."

"Very, I wish I'd been there."

"So you could watch?"

"Yes."

"As soon as he was inside the door Jack kissed me. Would watching another man kiss me excite you?"

"It would, especially if you were nearly naked."

"I was. While Jack kissed me he explored my body with his hands."

"Did he feel your breasts?"

"Yes, and my ass."

"Your ass? Not your rear?"

"My ass, Jack caressed my ass while he kissed me."

"Did he touch your cunt?"

"My cunt?"

"Yes your cunt, not your pussy."

"Yes, Jack rubbed my cunt. While he kissed me I let him freely play with my tits, my ass and my cunt."

"You're a slut."

"Yes I am. You're married to a slut. Is that okay?"

"It's wonderful. I wouldn't want it any other way."

"Good, because I love being a slut."

"What happened after Jack kissed you?"

"I made two Manhattans. We sat on the couch and chatted while we sipped our cocktails."

"He didn't just pull you to the couch, tear off your night dress and ravish you?"

Jeanne laughed. "No, Jack's a gentleman. He's patient and I told you, tonight he seduced me."

"I would love to watch a man seduce you."

"Michael, it was so hot. After we'd chatted for a minute or two he set his cocktail on the side table next to him, took mine from my hand, set it next to his and whispered to me that I was beautiful. Then he placed his fingers on my cheek, gently turned my face, looked into my eyes and kissed me softly on the lips. I nearly swooned."

"Swooned? You are feeling romantic."

"Don't be a putz." We both laughed. 

"He kissed you. What happened next?"

"We made out on the couch."

"Did he explore you again?"

"Yes." I could hear the excitement in Jeanne's voice.

"Did you touch him?"

"I did. He was so hard."

"You wanted to suck him, didn't you."

"Yes Michael, I really did."

"Did you do it?"

"Not yet."

"Really? What did you do?"

"After we'd made out for a little while I stood up, unfastened my dressing gown and let it fall to the floor."

"You were standing naked in front of him."

"I was and I was loving it. Michael I've become as big an exhibitionist as you are a voyeur."

"Did you dance for him?"

"No I just stood there and let him look at me."

"what did Jack do?"

"For a moment he just stared, but then he smiled and told me to come to him."

"He was taking control."

"Yes."

"You love a man who takes control, don't you."

"Yes."

"What did you do?"

"I stepped forward so the insides of my legs were pressed against the outsides of his knees. He reached out with his hand and lightly grazed his fingertips across my pussy."

"Your cunt."

"Yes my cunt. I stood naked in front of Jack and let him fondle my cunt."

"You enjoyed it, didn't you."

"Michael I was so wet."

"I'm sure you were. You're a slut."

"I am."

"Tell me more."

"He fondled me for a second or two and then he pushed a finger into me."

"You were standing in front of Jack naked. He was sitting on the couch dressed. You were letting him finger fuck you."

"It was so hot. He slipped two more fingers into me and then he stared into my eyes while he slowly fucked me with them."

"What did you do?"

"I licked my lips and told him I wanted to suck his cock."

"What did Jack say when you said that?"

"He didn't say anything. He just stopped fingering me and took off his shoes and socks, pants and underwear. At the same time I picked up my dressing gown and laid it across a chair and then I picked up Jack's pants and laid them across the same chair. When I was finished Jack was sitting back on the couch with his legs spread. His big cock was sticking straight up. It took my breath away. Michael, I love cocks."

"I know you do. Tell me about Jack's."

"Really?"

"Not for me Jeanne, for you."

Giggling, Jeanne said, "You really are a good husband. You understand me."

"I'm learning and as I'm learning I'm discovering that I have a very exciting wife."

"Michael, this is so much fun."

"I agree, so tell me about Jack's cock. You said it was big."

"It is. It's at least eight inches and thick."

"Is he circumcised?"

"Yes."

"Do you prefer cocks that are circumcised?"

"They're more common and you're circumcised."

"I am."

Jeanne paused to think. After a moment she said, "Once a guy gets hard it doesn't really make much difference." She laughed. "I'm a slut. I guess I love all cocks."

Chuckling, I said, "Good point, so is Jack circumcised?"

"Yes Michael, he is."

"Tell me more. When he's erect does his cock have that nice upward curve that you enjoy so much?"

"It does and it has a big head. That's fun too." Suddenly Jeanne burst out laughing.

I said, "What?"

"Two years ago would you, even in your wildest imagination, have believed that someday we might be having this conversation?"

"Nope, but I do have to admit that it would have been an exciting fantasy."

"Really?"

"I've always been a voyeur."

"And for that I will be forever thankful."

"So tell me about the blow job."

"It was pretty standard. I licked him and sucked him."

"Did you kiss and lick his balls?"

"Oh yes. I deep throated him too. Was that okay?"

"Yes, of course it was okay. Did he enjoy it?"

"He did, but not as much as Trent."

"From what you told me I gather Trent was into things like that."

"He certainly was. Jack's a little more like you."

"Did you lick Jack's ass?"

"Micheal!"

"What?"

"This was our first real date. I'm a good girl. I never lick a guys ass on the first date." Once again, we both burst out laughing.

After a moment, Jeanne said, "But I'm sure I'll get to it on our next date." She was still giggling.

"I hope so." I was chuckling.

Suddenly serious, Jeanne said, "You hope so?"

"Jeanne honey, you like this guy. Have some fun with him."

"You're sure you're okay with this?"

"Is there any reason I shouldn't be?"

There was a brief pause and then Jeanne said, "No Michael, there isn't. There isn't any reason at all."

"I believe you and I trust you."

There was another pause. This one was much longer. Finally Jeanne whispered, "Thank you Michael, I love you so much."

"I know that Jeanne. I love you too. So what happened after you finished giving Jack a blow job?"

"We went into Tricia's old bedroom."

"Your boudoir."

Jeanne giggled. "Yes, my boudoir. Jack went down on me."

"Trent never did that."

"No he certainly didn't. Only you, Abby, Mark and Bobby have gone down on me."

"Was Jack good?"

"You, Abby, Mark and Bobby are all better, but it was still fun."

"We have more experience and Abby's a woman. Did he get you off?"

"Fireworks and trumpets."

"You were excited."

"I was."

"It sounds to me like Jack is a pretty good playmate."

"He really is."

"I assume he fucked you."

"Twice."

"He is a good playmate."

"Yes."

"Are you going to see him again?"

"We're planning to get together every Friday night. Is that okay?"

"Yes Jeanne, it's just fine."

"Thank you Michael."

"Jeanne, does Jack know about me?"

"Of course he does. I know he's married too. I would never date a guy without telling him about you first."

"No Jeanne, does he know that I know about him?"

"Yes Michael, he does."

"Does he know that I approve of what you're doing?"

"Yes, tonight, while we were lying in bed after he finished fucking me the first time, I told him everything."

"Does he..."

"Michael, like Trent, you are now his idol. Jack wishes his wife was more like me, you spent six weeks living with two nude dancers who are also professional escorts and now you're driving around the country playing golf. A lot of men in this country would eagerly trade places with you."

"And sometimes I think I would trade places with most of those men."

"What do you mean?"

"I would just like to be certain the woman I love needs me."

"Michael, you know I love you."

"Yes Jeanne, I know that, but I'm still not certain you need me."

"Michael, I will always need you. You are my rock. Without you I'm just a slut drifting aimlessly through life."

"I'm not sure I understand."

"Yes you do. Michael, you are the focal point of my life. Yes, I love being a slut. It's exciting, it's revitalizing, but without you it's just hedonistic pleasure and nothing more. Without you I'm just a slut. Sex is fun, but my relationship with you gives my life meaning. You remember the George and Ira Gershwin song, "Someone To Watch Over Me."

"Of course I do, we both love that song."

"Yes we do. Michael you are the someone who watches over me. You are my shepherd and I hope that someday I can regain your trust and once again be your shepherd."

"Jeanne, you have never stopped being my shepherd."

"Then Micheal it is time for you to come home. You were worried that I might not have a place for you in my new life. If you understand what I'm telling you now you have to know that you will always have a place in my life. You are my shepherd, my rock, the focus of my life."

"And you are now, always have been and will always continue to be my rock and my shepherd. You're right Jeanne, it is time for me to come home."

"But it's not."

"What do you mean?"

"You owe a debt to Amy and Mel."

"Okay, how do I repay that debt?"

"Maureen."

Smiling, I said, "Jeanne, this is why I will always love you."

"And I will always love you because you understand."

"You want me to teach Maureen how to be a slut."

"No Michael, she has a husband who's destroyed her. I want you to teach her how to be a woman again."

"I'm not sure I know how to do that."

"Just remember everything Amy and Mel taught you."

"Okay." 

"And Michael, this is a time to be romantic." 

"Romantic? Really?" 

"Maureen needs to feel desirable." 

"Won't that confuse her? Jeanne, I'm not available. At least not as a permanent mate. I have a mate." 

"Yes you do and don't ever forget that." 

"Don't worry, I won't, but I don't want to lead Maureen on either." 

"Micheal be open with her. Talk about me. Tell her everything. If you're honest you can be romantic without leading her on. Buy her flowers, treat her like a queen, take her dancing. Michael, you're a wonderful dancer." 

"But..." 

"Michael as long as you stress that you're just friends enjoying each others company you'll be fine." 

"This is what you do, isn't it Jeanne." 

"Yes Michael, this is exactly what I do and it works." 

"It didn't work with Trent." 

"I wasn't honest with him." 

"The game we played, telling him that you were doing things for him that you wouldn't do for anyone else, not even me was dishonest, wasn't it." 

"Yes." 

"I never should have encouraged you to play that game." 

"We're both new at this. We didn't understand. Michael, you're right to insist on total honesty, but it has to go beyond us. It has to include our playmates too." 

"Yes, it does." 

We were both silent. After a moment I said, "You're sure about this? You won't mind if I buy flowers for Maureen or take her dancing." 

"Michael, I have never been so certain about anything in my life. You are my shepherd. You are a magnificent shepherd. Right now Maureen needs you. Be her shepherd and when she has regained her confidence and believes in herself again come home to me." 

"I will Jeanne; believe me, I will."



Awakenings Ch. 28



At 6:25 the following evening Maureen drove into the parking lot of Jimmy's Steakhouse. I was waiting for her on the sidewalk holding a single long stemmed red rose. As soon as she was finished parking I walked over to her car, opened the door for her and held it while she stepped out. 

Once she was standing in the parking lot I handed her the rose, kissed her cheek and said, "For the most beautiful woman in Fort Meyers."

Looking at me skeptically, Maureen took the rose and said, "Michael, this is very nice, no it's wonderful. It's been a long time since anyone has done anything like this for me." She paused and then she asked, "But why? You don't have to court me. I'm just as eager for sex tonight as I hope you are."

Smiling I said, "I am eager for sex tonight, but that's not why I brought you the rose."

"Okay..."

"I gave you the rose because I want you to know that you're special."

"Michael, you're a married man and last night you made it very clear that you intend to stay married to your wife."

"That is very true, but it doesn't mean you can't be special. Besides, buying you flowers was my wife's suggestion."

"Your wife's suggestion?"

"Yes, she thought you might enjoy a little romance."

"Jeanne wants you to court me?"

"No, she wants you to enjoy a little romance. While romance is definitely a part of courtship, Jeanne doesn't believe it has to be limited to that. She thinks romance can just be for fun. She feels it's an exciting part of foreplay."

Maureen considered that. After a moment she smiled and said, "I like the way your wife thinks."

Offering her my arm, I said, "Shall we go inside and have dinner?"

Clutching the rose, Maureen grinned and took my arm. As we walked into the restaurant she said, "This is already turning out to be a wonderful evening." 

The hostess seated us. The same waitress we'd had the previous evening arrived and took our cocktail orders. I asked for a Manhattan. Maureen opted for a margarita. 

After the waitress was gone I asked, "Did you tell Eric about me?"

"As soon as he got home last night."

"How did he react?"

"The hypocritical bastard blew his stack. He called me a slut."

"What did you say to that?"

"I told him I was still a novice, but I intended to try to become a very proficient slut."

Chuckling, I said, "Please tell me how he responded to that."

"He asked me if I was trying to humiliate him. I told him yes, every bit as much as he's already humiliated me and then a hundred fold more. From there it degenerated into a screaming match that ended when he stormed out of the house."

"Where did he go?"

"I assume he went back to his chippy's apartment. I don't really care."

"How are you doing now?"

Maureen smiled. "Michael, it's been a very long time since I've felt this good. Last night I slept like baby."

"I'm glad we met yesterday."

"I am too. I assume from our conversation about the rose that you told Jeanne about me. She obviously wasn't jealous."

"She was at first. She's terrified I'm going to leave her for a woman like you."

"A woman like me?"

"An attractive, level headed, mature woman who's lost her husband to a younger woman."

"You flatter me."

"No, you're all of that and more."

"My husband doesn't appear to agree."

"I suspect that someday he'll come to his senses."

"Someday will be too late. I think it's already too late."

"I understand."

"You said that Jeanne was jealous at first. That would imply that you reassured her that I wasn't a threat."

"You're not. It's important you understand that. I love my wife. We're now leading an eccentric lifestyle, but that hasn't changed the fact that I love her and I always will love her."

"I appreciate your honesty."

"Still want to be a slut?"

"More than ever."

"Even though I'm a happily married man?"

"Yes, in fact knowing that you're an honest happily married man makes it feel safer. I don't think you'll hurt me."

"I'll try very hard not to do that.

"I believe you."

Maureen and I smiled at each other for a moment and then she said, "I want to hear more about your friends in Tucson."

I spent the rest of the dinner telling Maureen about my time with Amy and Mel. After dinner we went back to my motel room. The sex was sensational.

Afterward, as Maureen dressed, she stopped and looked at me. "Thank you Micheal. When you're confronted with the fact that your husband is cheating on you it causes a uncontrolled spiral into a pit of despair. I was floundering in that pit when I sat down to dinner last night by myself. I'd questioned everything that had happened and laid the blame at my own feet. I was convinced that I'd gotten too complacent with my looks, too boring in the bedroom, too preoccupied with being a homemaker and not attentive enough to being a wife. I'd come to the conclusion that it was all my fault. Then you came along. You told me I was beautiful. You showed me how to enjoy sex on my own terms for the first time in years. You helped me understand that it wasn't entirely my fault. You rescued me. You made me believe in myself as a woman again. Thank you for pulling me back."

"I didn't have to pull hard. You wanted to be rescued. You allowed me to rescue you."

"I needed someone to tell me that I was still a desirable woman. You did that."

"That was easy. Maureen you are a very desirable woman."

"And you Michael, are a lovely man."

The next night we met for dinner again. After dinner we retired to my motel room for sex. It was Saturday night so Maureen felt relaxed and unhurried. After our sex we lay cuddled together in bed, talking and enjoying the touch our naked bodies. At ten my cell phone rang. It was of course, Jeanne. Maureen and I were still lying in bed together naked.

I picked up my cell phone. "Hi Jeanne."

"Hi Michael. How was your evening?"

"Very nice."

"Did you get together with Maureen again?"

"Yes." I paused and then I added, "Jeanne, she's still here."

There was silence. After a moment Jeanne said, "She's still there?"

"Yes."

"Are you lying in bed together?"

"Yes."

"Are you both naked?"

"Yes Jeanne, we are."

Silence again. Seconds that seemed more like minutes passed. Finally Jeanne said, "I see."

"Jeanne?"

"Can she hear me?"

"No, the speakers not on."

"Is she going home or is she going to spend the night with you?"

"We haven't discussed that. I know you always send your lovers home."

"I do, but I also know it's different with men."

"What do you mean?"

"When the sex is over most men can't wait to go home."

"Michael, let me talk to her." It was Maureen. 

I looked at her for a moment and then I nodded and said into my phone, "Jeanne, Maureen would like to talk to you."

After a brief pause Jeanne answered, "Okay, switch your phone to the speaker."

I switched on the speaker. "It's done. You and Maureen can now hear each other."

"Maureen, I'm Jeanne Nolan."

"Hi Jeanne, I'm Maureen Styles."

"I understand you're fucking my husband."

Suddenly looking abashed, Maureen tentatively answered, "Yes." But then collecting herself, she quickly added, "I understand you regularly enjoy other men."

Chuckling, Jeanne said, "Touche, I like you Maureen. You've got backbone."

"I wish that was true. For the past two months I've allowed my husband to treat me like a doormat."

"Last night Michael told me a little bit about your problems. I'm sorry. I'm glad Michael is helping you."

"Thank you for letting him help me. I understand the rose was your idea."

"The rose?"

"Yes when I met Michael for dinner tonight he brought me a single red rose."

Jeanne burst out laughing. "That fox. I told him to bring you flowers, but a single red rose, that's much more creative."

Suddenly concerned, I asked, "Was that alright Jeanne?"

"Yes Michael, it was perfectly fine. It was very romantic. Maureen, did he talk about me?"

"Yes Jeanne, he talks about you constantly. It's clear to me that Michael loves you very much and he's been extremely direct about the fact that he's neither available for nor seeking a permanent relationship with any other woman."

"And you're okay with that?"

"Yes Jeanne, I am. I'm not looking for love. I'm too shattered for that. Right now, I just want someone who will help me restore my self confidence. Your husband is doing a wonderful job. Jeanne?"

"Yes Maureen."

"I wasn't planning to spend the night with Michael and I promise you that I won't do that. I understand why it would bother you and I agree. Sleeping with someone is a very intimate act. My husband often spends the night with his girlfriend. I think that bothers me more than the sex."

"Thank you for understanding."

"You're welcome."

"Michael told me you want him to teach you how to be a slut."

Maureen grinned and then she answered, "Mostly I want him to teach me how to give a man I just met a blow job without feeling guilty about it."

"Overcoming guilt, that is the trick."

"You seem to have been able to do it."

"Believe me, it wasn't easy, especially at first. Right after Michael left I was so overcome with guilt that I didn't even try to date."

"But you did eventually start."

"Yes, my daughters intervened. They convinced me that this was my opportunity to experiment with this new lifestyle; I shouldn't pass it by. It required all the nerve I could muster, but I started. Micheal told you about Brady's, didn't he."

"Yes he did."

"That was a safe, nonthreatening way to begin."

"How did you find out about that place?"

"A woman who works in the same building as me told me about it. We often have coffee together. She goes there."

"I wish I could find a bar like that."

"I'm sure Fort Meyers has one. I suspect every large city has a bar like Brady's."

"That might be true, but I don't have any idea how I'd go about finding it."

"Michael told me you're a secretary."

"Yes, for an investment company."

"Are you in an office building?"

"A small one."

"Is there a coffee shop where other secretaries gather?"

"Yes, but I don't go there very often."

"I suggest you start going there every day."

"You think..."

"Maybe, maybe not, but it seems like a good place to start and it certainly can't hurt."

Slowly nodding her head, Maureen said, "Thank you Jeanne, that's a good idea."

"Maureen?"

"Yes Jeanne."

"Can I ask a favor?"

"Of course."

"Please don't steal my husband from me."

Maureen was silent. Several seconds passed and then she said, "Jeanne, I won't do that, not ever. Even if I wanted to do it I don't think I could. Michael is madly in love with you."

"I know that, but I'm afraid I've created a situation that makes him vulnerable."

"Even if that was the case, I still wouldn't try to steal Michael from you. If I did that I'd be doing the same thing to you that my husband's girlfriend did to me. Regardless of how wonderful Michael is, I couldn't live with myself if I acted like her." Maureen paused. After a moment she added, "That isn't the only reason."

Jeanne said, "Tell me."

"Eric broke my heart and destroyed my trust. The anguish I've endured for the past two months has been unbearable. I can't risk going through that again. Jeanne, I don't think I'm capable of loving someone right now. For the time being my heart has to be hidden away in a place where no one, not even Michael can reach it.

"Over time that will get better." Jeanne's voice was soft and understanding.

"I hope so, but you understand, don't you. Right now I can't fall in love with anyone."

"Yes Maureen, I understand." Jeanne paused. After a moment she asked, "Michael, do you understand?"

I glanced at Maureen. Her gaze was fixed on me. Smiling at her, I answered, "Yes, Jeanne, I believe I do."

Maureen smiled back at me. Honesty and openness makes life so much simpler.

During the next several days Maureen and I fell into a pattern. Each evening Maureen parked her car in front of my motel room next to my Escape. Together we walked across the street to Jimmy's Steakhouse for dinner. After dinner we returned to my motel room where we eagerly explored each others sexual desires. Maureen was becoming wonderfully adept at giving head and I have to admit that my oral skills were also improving.

At ten we always called Jeanne. The three of us took turns talking about the mundane events of our days and then we shared our most recent sexual adventures. Both Jeanne and Maureen loved analyzing the art of fellatio. An avowed voyeur, listening to their discussions was one of my favorite pastimes.

Tuesday evening I checked my email. It was after dinner. Maureen had just finished sucking my cock. We were taking a short break. Sex between us had become relaxed and casual. 

I had an email from Ruth. I read it to Maureen. 

"Dear Michael,

The office continues to run smoothly. It's the beginning of a new year so Jason and Bernie Kyle are both busy, but they're well organized. We're staying on top of the workload. 

I understand you have a new female friend in Fort Meyers. Jeanne is a little apprehensive about this. Both Abby and I are trying to reassure her that you love her and are simply enjoying the freedom of your new relationship. While she understands what we're telling her, she is still unsettled. I think it's good for her. It gives her insight into how you're feeling.

It appears that my personal life is about to undergo a significant change. David and I are both excited, but also a little anxious about the impending event. I believe Jeanne has mentioned something about this to you, but I'm not exactly certain what she has told you, so I'm going to start at the beginning.

You already know that for the past several months David has become increasingly open about his submissive masochism. Please don't judge him. He really is a strong man, a wonderful husband and an outstanding father. For some reason surrendering power accompanied by a mild mixture of pain and humiliation excites him. He certainly isn't hurting anyone and frankly I have to admit that I've learned that I enjoy wielding power and have a bit of a sadistic streak. Inflicting a little pain and humiliation gets me very excited. I guess I have to ask you not to judge me either. 

Michael, six months ago I never would have even dreamed that I might have these desires. Now I'm not only acknowledging and accepting them, I'm telling you about them. Life certainly has taken a bizarre twist.

A little over a month ago David started urging me to contact my old boyfriend, Nick Granger. I have adamantly refused to do that and intend to continue to steadfastly hold that position. I have too much baggage with Nick. I also know that he has a substantial sadistic streak. I fear that he might be cruel to David and I'm even more afraid that in the excitement of the moment I might forget this is just a game and join him in his cruelty. I love David. The possibility that I might lose control and actually hurt him is unthinkable.

David reluctantly understood. We had resigned ourselves to weekly visits to Brady's Saloon with Jeanne and Abby, but then last week something happened that might change that. Abby, Jeanne, David and I were having dinner together at Mario's Cafe before we went to Brady's. During dinner Abby made an unexpected proposal to us. She has a friend. Actually he's a friend of her husband, Luther. His name is Matt Haynes. He's a little older than David and me, but Abby says he's extremely handsome and very nice. He owns a flooring company. He installs all the tile and carpeting in Luther's buildings. 

Like Luther, Matt has always been a notorious ladies man. Abby calls him a sex hound. Now that he's getting older he's finding that he has neither the time nor the energy for night clubs and dating. He'd like to settle down, but marriage is out of the question. He's been married three times. All three marriages were disasters. He's looking for a casual, no strings attached relationship with a woman who has an adventurous attitude about sex.

Abby plays with him occasionally and I think Jeanne might start too, but both of them crave variety. Neither of them are interested in a long term relationship. Because we still have two teenagers living at home the convenience of a long term relationship with a man who understands and accepts the commitment David and I have for each other is an attractive prospect.

As soon as we got home that night David started trying to persuade me to at least meet Matt. I have to admit that it didn't take a lot of convincing. Frankly I'm just as eager to meet Matt as David is. The next morning I called Abby. She called Matt and set up a date. Jeanne is hosting a little cocktail party tonight. It will just be Abby, Jeanne, their new friends Mark and Bobby and Matt and me. While David is disappointed that he's not invited, he understands. Matt and I need an opportunity to get to know each other before he can be included.

Michael, David and I are so excited. We can't wait for tonight. Yesterday we went lingerie shopping at the mall. David picked out nylon stockings, a garter belt and a matching brassiere for me to wear for Matt. When I asked him about panties he told me he didn't want me to wear them. I had a little orgasm right there in the store.

It's a good thing we're busy at the office. It feels like time is moving at a snail's pace. At least I have work to divert my attention a little bit.

I'm sure Jeanne will call you tonight after the party. I'll write to you tomorrow to tell you how things went with Matt.

Love, 

Ruth"

I looked up from my computer. Maureen was slowly shaking her head. I asked, "What?"

Smiling, Maureen said, "You certainly have some kinky friends."

"Kinky?"

She chuckled. "Yes, don't you agree?"

"I don't know. I have to think about this."

"You have to think about it? Really?"

"Well yes, I mean how do you define kinky?"

Maureen paused. After a moment she said, "I'm not exactly sure how to define it, but I can certainly recognize it when I see it. Your friends, David and Ruth are kinky."

"Isn't that a matter of perspective?"

"I don't think it is."

"Aren't you kinky too?"

"Me?"

"Yes, you want to become a blow job queen. I submit that many people would consider that a kinky aspiration."

Smiling, Maureen said, "Okay, I'll grant you that, but there is still the issue of degree."

"You're saying that David and Ruth are kinkier than you are."

"I guess that's exactly what I'm saying, but when you put it like that you make me feel a little judgmental."

"You're suggesting that kinky is bad?"

"No that's not what I'm trying to say at all." Maureen shook her head. "This is getting all twisted. Suddenly I'm not sure what I'm saying."

"Good, your mind is opening."

Maureen stared at me.

I grinned at her. "This is slut boot camp, remember?"

She laughed. "Okay professor, tell me what you think."

"I don't think kinky is a matter of degree. It's a matter of taste."

"A matter of taste? You're going to have to explain that."

"Certainly, My wife enjoys sex with other men. Hearing about it excites me, so I enjoy it too. Many people consider that kinky."

"Yes, we agree on that."

"David and Ruth enjoy that same pleasure. Are they kinkier than Jeanne and me?"

"Yes, because..."

"Because they also enjoy a little domination, submission and sadomasochism. David wants Ruth to deny him the pleasures she freely gives to other men."

"Exactly."

"Does that really make it kinkier or is that just a sexual pleasure that doesn't resonate with you? Are men who enjoy sex with other men kinky? Is anal sex inherently kinky?"

"So you don't have any limits."

"Of course I do. I have the limits of my own personal preferences. If I wasn't a voyeur I think I might very well be in the process of divorcing Jeanne right now, but I am a voyeur. Our kinks appeal to each others personal desires, so her new lifestyle is working for us."




Awakenings Ch. 28



"But there have to be some limits."

"Consenting adults."

"That goes without saying, but I mean..." Maureen shook her head in confusion. "I don't know what to think."

"I've come to believe that as long as no one is getting hurt it's all pretty much okay."

"It didn't work that way with you and Jeanne."

"That's because I wasn't in agreement. Now things are working better."

"You're still away from home."

"We're not quite finished figuring out how this new lifestyle is working for us, but we're close, very close. The one thing that Jeanne and I have both learned is that people need to talk. They need to communicate. In our culture sex has traditionally been a hushed up topic. Everyone is afraid to admit to their secret desires."

"You make it sound like we're all perverts."

"I think many of us have desires, illicit desires that we're afraid to admit to anyone, even to ourselves. All my life I've been a closet voyeur. I like to watch. I love porn movies. While I would love to watch Jeanne with another man, I've only been able to come to terms with this inclination during the past two months."

Maureen stared at me for a moment and then she smiled and asked, "Would you like to watch me with another man?"

"Is that something you'd like to do? That's important, no it's not just important, it's essential. Maureen, I don't just tolerate Jeanne's dating, I love it. I want her to date other men. I love imagining it. I love hearing about it and I'm looking forward to the day when I can witness it. Right now Jeanne's probably involved in a sex party with another woman and two men. Just that thought is unbelievably exciting."

"You didn't answer my question."

"What do you mean?"

"Would you like to watch me with another man?"

I stared at Maureen. She was smiling. It was a devilish smile. After a moment I asked, "Would you like being with another man while I watched?"

Suddenly Maureen blushed. "I can't believe I'm involved in a serious conversation about this."

"But you are."

"I know I am and that both scares me and excites me."

"So would you like being with another man while I watched?"

"You answer first. Would you like to watch me with another man?"

Slowly nodding, I answered, "Yes, definitely."

Maureen smiled. "I think I'd like that too."

"We still have one major obstacle."

"Yes and it is major. How do we find a guy who will let you watch while we do it?" Maureen paused. After a moment she added, "A guy I'm willing to do it with."

"What are your criteria? Do you want a young guy?"

Maureen considered that for a moment and then she said, "While a young guy might be fun, there are much more important criteria."

"Tell me."

"It would be good if he was handsome and fit, but those aren't the most important criteria either."

"What's most important?"

"He has to be nice." Maureen smiled at me. "I want a guy who is kind and gentle, like you."

Smiling back, I said, "Thank you, that's a nice compliment."

"You're welcome." Maureen sighed and then shaking her head, she said, "I have absolutely no idea about how to find a nice guy who wants to fuck me while you watch."

"We just have to find a guy who has an adventurous nature."

"You make it sound so simple. Do we take out a newspaper ad?"

"No, all we have to do is find the right bar."

Maureen stared at me. After a moment she started to grin.

"What?" 

"I don't know why I didn't mention this earlier. I guess I'm still a little nervous about this new life style. Remember when Jeanne suggested that I start frequenting the coffee shop in the office building where I work so I could get to know some of the other secretaries?"

"Yes."

"I did it. Yesterday I had coffee with four secretaries. They were gossiping about another secretary named Sylvia. Apparently she's an acknowledged slut."

"How do they know that?"

"I don't have any idea, but it seemed like it was a foregone conclusion."

"Okay."

"They said she hangs out in a bar in Cape Coral, The Polynesian Lounge. I got the impression that it's very similar to Brady's Pub."

"Really?"

"They weren't very subtle. They called it a meat market for husbands and wives who like to cheat."

"Is this Sylvia married?"

"I gather she is."

"How far is Cape Coral from here?"

"About a thirty minute drive."

"Want to have a drink at the Polynesian Lounge tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow night? Isn't that kind of sudden?"

"We're just talking about a cocktail."

"No, I think we're talking about more than that."

"Only if it feels right."

Maureen stared at me. After a moment she started to smile. "You're right, we could just have a cocktail." But then she quickly added, "Michael I have to admit that while I'm a bit nervous about this I think I really want it to happen."

"I do too. It could be a great adventure."

"Yes it could."

It was Tuesday night, a week night. Maureen had to work the next morning, so she went home at 9:30. At 10:45 Jeanne called. Because of the time change it was 11:45 for her.

I answered the phone. "Hi Jeanne, how was your evening?"

"Michael, it was wonderful. Everyone just left."

"It was a late party for a weeknight."

"I know but we were having so much fun."

"I understand. Tell me about it."

"Do you want to hear every seamy detail."

"You know I do."

"Abby came over right after work. She helped me get the house ready. Mark and Bobby arrived just after six. Ruth was right behind them."

"Did Matt Haynes show up?"

"Oh yes, he arrived at about 6:15."

"Is he as good looking as Abby said he was?"

"He's an absolute dreamboat. He reminds me of Cary Grant."

"Suave and sophisticated."

"Very."

"I'll bet Ruth was happy."

"She was ecstatic. Matt liked Ruth too. They had a Manhattan with us and then they disappeared into Tricia's room."

"Your boudoir."

"Yes, my boudoir. Its hard for me to get used to calling it that."

"I understand. In my mind it will always be Tricia's room too. Were Matt and Ruth in there very long?"

"The whole evening. They left together. Matt walked Ruth to her car. As they were leaving Ruth whispered to me that she's going to be walking funny for a week."

"She had a good time."

"Judging from the expressions on their faces I'm fairly certain both of them had a good time. I'll call Ruth in the morning and Abby will call Matt. I'll have more details when I talk to you tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow night I might be late."

"Really? Tell me."

"Maureen took your advice and went to the coffee shop where the secretaries in her building hang out."

"And?"

"She heard about a bar in Cape Coral that might be similar to Brady's"

"I assume you're going there tomorrow night."

"That's the current plan."

"And you're going along to provide moral support." Jeanne giggled. "Or should we call it immoral support."

"I like immoral support. I'm also hoping I might get to indulge my voyeuristic desires."

"Michael, that is so hot. We're going to have a lot to talk about tomorrow night."

"We still have a lot to talk about tonight. Tell me about your evening."

"Baby it was amazing. Mark, Bobby and Abby are sexual gurus."

"Just what you need."

"I don't know if I need them, but I sure as hell am enjoying them."

"So what happened?"

"After Matt and Ruth left us Mark and Bobby said they wanted to play tag."

"Tag?"

"It wasn't actually tag. In fact the only real similarity was that one of us always had to be it."

"Okay, tell me about the game."

"Bobby volunteered to be it first. He and Mark pulled a chair and footstool over so they were directly in front of the couch and then we all took off our clothes."

"I already like this game. If I ever get to play I want to be everlasting it."

Laughing, Jeanne said, "That's exactly what I told them. If you played you'd want to be it all the time."

"What did they say?"

"At first Mark and Bobby said, no way. They were adamant about it, but then Abby pointed out that in our games everyone should get to do what they want. They couldn't argue with that so they finally agreed."

"I see why you like these people so much."

"They really are fun and they're very open minded."

"I can see that. All right, tell me more about the game."

"Okay, Bobby sat in the big chair."

"The voyeur chair."

Jeanne giggled. "Yes the voyeur chair."

"What did everyone else do?"

"Mark lay down on the couch on his back. Abby told me to sit on his face while she lay between his legs and sucked his cock."

"That's what Mel and Amy call a tandem blow job."

"I know. That made it even more fun for me. I felt like I was experiencing something you did with Mel and Amy."

"How long did your tandem blow job last?"

"Maybe five or ten minutes and then we all switched places."

"That gives you several combinations, but after a little while didn't it get old?"

"Michael, Mark and Bobby are bisexual. Tonight Abby and I were too."

"That creates a few more combinations."

"More than a few. There was also lot of butt fucking tonight and Abby has a strap on dildo. Michael I learned something this evening. Being the fucker is fun."

Both of us burst out laughing. I said, "Jeanne honey, you certainly have changed during the past year."

"I have and I'm loving it."

"Baby, I have to admit that I am too."

"Are you Michael? Are you really?"

"Yes Jeanne, I really am."

"I can't begin to describe how happy that makes me. Sweetheart I can't wait until you come home. We're going to have so much fun."

"I'm not sure I'm ready for Abby's strap on dildo, at least not yet."

"I didn't think you were. Don't worry, I'll get plenty of opportunities to use it with Abby, Mark and Bobby."

"And I'll happily watch."

"Will you? Even when I'm doing Mark or Bobby?"

"Jeanne honey, if we're going to explore this new life together I'd better get up to speed."

"Even if you're watching Mark and Bobby?"

"That might be a little difficult at first, but it shouldn't be. I spent many evenings last November and December eagerly watching two women enjoying sex with each other. That makes it pretty hard to justify running from the room in revulsion when two men start engaging in sex with each other."

"Michael I'm so glad you met Amy and Mel."

"I am too Jeanne and I'm glad you met Abby, Mark and Bobby. You seem to really be enjoying them."

"Thank you Michael, I really am enjoying them."

"Jeanne."

"Yes Michael."

"About what I just said."

"Yes?"

"Just because I'm not going to run from the room in revulsion doesn't mean I'm ready to join them."

"Don't worry Michael, I understand that and Michael."

"Yes Jeanne."

"Mark and Bobby will understand that too. Everyone gets to do what they want and nobody has to do anything they don't want to do."

"Thank you Jeanne."

"I can't wait until you come home."

"I'm looking forward to it too."

"Michael, it's late. I need to go to bed."

"Yes you do, but before you go did you talk to Mel and Amy today?"

"Of course I did. I talk to them every day. I know you do too."

"Yes I do." 

"It sounds like Paul is having a wonderful time."

"He loves working behind the bar at Danny's Lounge."

"Did Amy and Mel tell you about the three strippers?"

"The roommates he's hanging around with?"

"That's right. Amy and Mel think he's fallen into another dominant submissive relationship."

"With three twenty year old strippers. Jeanne honey, there are a lot of young men who would give everything they have for one weekend of that life."

"Michael!"

"Relax, Amy and Mel are watching over him. They'll make sure he doesn't get into an ugly situation."

"You're right, I just worry and so does Tricia."

"She's keeping up on what's happening with Paul?"

"Michael, she misses him so much. Every time I call Amy and Mel I have to call Tricia as soon as I'm done talking and tell her everything."

"I guess it's true."

"What's that?"

"You never realize how important someone is until you lose them."

There was a moment of silence and then Jeanne whispered, "I learned that the hard way last August."

"You didn't lose me."

"I was afraid that I had."

"You came to San Francisco. That saved our marriage."

"I'm so glad I did that."

"I am too."

"Michael I love you so much."

"I love you too Jeanne and because I love you I have to point out that it's now 12:45 for you. It's time for you to go to bed."

"I know. Michael will you promise to call me when you get back from your trip to that bar in Cape Coral tomorrow night. I'll want to hear every seamy detail."

"I think it's highly likely that there won't be any seamy details."

"I know, but I'll still want to hear everything."

"And I'll want to hear what Ruth told you about her night with Matt Haynes and what happened when she got home to David."

"I'm sure she'll send you an email tomorrow."

"I'm sure she will too, but she'll tell you more."

"Okay, I'll tell you tomorrow night, but you have to call."

"I promise I'll call."

"No matter how late it gets."

"No matter how late it gets."

"I love you Michael."

"I love you too Jeanne."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

As I fell asleep that night I realized that even if I could make it happen I wouldn't want to go back to our old life. Our new life was much too exciting.



Awakenings Ch. 29



Wednesday January 15th, two full weeks had now passed since I took Jeanne, the girls and Paul to the San Antonio airport. While the previous few days had been filled with excitement and I now had Maureen Styles as a friend, I missed my wife, my daughters and Paul. I also missed my friends Ruth and David and Amy and Mel. I wanted to go home, but it wasn't yet time. I owed a debt to Amy and Mel. Before I could end my journey I had to satisfy that debt. 

In early November fate had brought me to Danny's Lounge, the strip club in Tucson, Arizona where I met Amy and Mel. Now in January, fate had once again intervened in my life by bringing me to Jimmy's Steakhouse in Fort Meyers, Florida where I met Maureen Styles. While Maureen had become a close friend, she also needed me now just like I needed Amy and Mel last November. Befriending and helping Maureen was a way for me to express my gratitude for the friendship and help Amy and Mel had given me when I so desperately needed it.

Maureen arrived at my motel room just after 6:00. She was in a state of frenetic excitement. "Michael, I can't believe I'm actually going to do this."

Taking Maureen in my arms, I kissed her hard on the lips and then I stepped back and smiled. "Relax, we're going to go over to Jimmy's to have a nice dinner. After dinner we're coming back here to read the email I just got from Ruth..."

"You have an email from Ruth about last night?"

"I haven't read it yet, but I assume that's what it's about." 

"You shit, why didn't you say something?"

I grinned at Maureen. "This was the first chance I've had to tell you."

Shaking her head, Maureen said, "Yes, I'm sorry. I guess I'm a little excited about tonight."

"It's okay, let's go have dinner."

As usual, dinner at Jimmy's was excellent. Maureen had fried Grouper. I had a small sirloin. After dinner we returned to my motel room where I turned on my computer. We were both eager to read the email from Ruth.

I sat down on the bed, holding my computer on my lap. Maureen sat down next to me and read silently while I read aloud.

"Dear Michael

David and I are so excited. We think Matt Haynes may be the perfect man for us. It feels strange to think of Matt as a perfect man for both David and me, but it's true. David is even more excited by this than I am and believe me, I'm very excited.

Last night, when I met Matt I was immediately struck by his looks. He is exceptionally handsome. Jeanne said he reminds her of Cary Grant. I was thinking George Clooney, but they're really very similar movie stars. They're both sophisticated and genteel, with an air of subtle strength. That also describes Matt.

Matt and I had a cocktail with Jeanne, Abby, Mark and Bobby. After we finished our cocktails we adjourned to Tricia's old bedroom. Jeanne had been kind enough to make it available to us for the evening. Once we were alone in the bedroom I started to get nervous. I was seriously considering beginning a long term affair with this man I was just meeting and I would be doing it with my husbands full approval. I was starting to doubt my sanity."

Maureen laughed. "I understand exactly what she's saying. I was wondering the same thing about myself today."

"Are you really worried about tonight?"

"No, not really, it's just that it's a little out of character for me."

"We don't have to do it."

"Oh yes we do. Mister you're not backing out now and neither am I. I've been a good girl all my life and all it's gotten me is a no good husband who left me for a younger woman. It's time for me to take the bull by the horns and have a little fun, just like Ruth is doing. Now let's read the rest of her email."

"Okay." I started reading again.

"Matt sensed my anxiety and suggested we spend a few minutes talking. Michael that was exactly what I needed. We talked about David and my kids and about my job. I told him about Nick Granger and what I used to be like before I got married. He told me about his three marriages and why they failed. He took full responsibility. Matt is a notorious womanizer, but he admits to it and accepts the consequences of his behavior. He's honest, I find that comforting. That's also why he's interested in a relationship with David and me. None of us are looking for any kind of commitment."

Slowly rubbing my back Maureen said, "Michael that's one of the reasons I like you so much, you're honest and straightforward. You're not making promises you don't intend to keep."

Not certain about how to respond, I just shrugged.

Chuckling Maureen said, "Once in a while you remind me that you really are an accountant at heart."

Again I shrugged. "I am what I am"

Grinning while she shook her head, Maureen said, "Come on lover boy, let's read the rest of Ruth's email."

I winked at Maureen and continued reading.

"We talked for over an hour. It was exactly what I needed. I quickly grew to like Matt and started to feel comfortable with him. After a while he slipped his arm around me. I responded by snuggling up to him. We talked some more, he held me tighter and then he reached over and gently turned my face to his. We gazed into each others eyes. Suddenly I felt like a school girl. I wanted Matt to kiss me. I yearned for him to kiss me. I closed my eyes and held my breath. He kissed me. It was wonderful. Michael I'm a married woman. I love my husband. I will always love my husband, but that kiss was enchanting and as Matt kissed me I knew I wanted more. I wanted him. I wanted all of him. 

I kissed him back hard. I'm ashamed to say that for a moment I forgot all about David. I was suddenly burning with lust. I wanted to feel this beautiful man inside me. Sensing my sudden outburst of desire, Matt attacked. His hands were all over me. I responded. We groped each other and then we tore each others clothes off.

As soon as we were both naked I wrapped my hands around Matt's beautiful cock. Michael it is beautiful. It's not as large as Nick Granger's but it was still big, seven or eight inches..."

Maureen started laughing. Pausing, I looked at her. She said, "Damn Michael, this woman works for you."

"I like to think that she works with me."

"You own the firm, correct?"

"Yes, it's my firm."

"So she works for you."

"Okay, but she's also an old friend."

"My boss and I are friends, but I can't imagine sending him an email like this one."

Chuckling, I said, "The past few months have been a bit rousing for us."

"Rousing? That's an interesting word choice."

"I think it's accurate."

Smiling, Maureen said, "I think it is too. Frankly, just meeting you has been rousing for me."

"Shall I put my computer away? I can read the rest of this email later."

"Don't you dare do that!"

"So you are enjoying it."

"Yes, I'm finding it very rousing."

"Even though Ruth is employed by my firm."

"I was just...Damn it Michael, just read the fucking email." Maureen put her hand over her mouth and giggled. "Oh my! I do believe that's the first time I've ever used that word as an expletive."

"Do you use it a lot as a verb?"

Grinning at me, Maureen said, "Michael Nolan if you ever again want to experience it as a verb with me you'll shut up and read."

"Yes ma'am."

"Ooo I like that, a little respect."

"I thought you weren't dominant."

"Read."

"Okay, let me see, where was I?"

"...I wrapped my hands around Matt's beautiful cock. Michael it is beautiful. It's not as large as Nick Granger's but it was still big, seven or eight inches..."

"That's where you left off, right there."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm damn sure."

Smiling, I started reading again.

"...and it was a new cock, a cock I'd never seen or touched before. Michael, this might help you understand Jeanne. There's something special about touching, feeling and tasting a new cock."

"Damn!"

I looked at Maureen.

She said, "I understand exactly what she's saying. Taking out your cock for the very first time was incredibly exciting."

"And you want to experience that feeling again?"

"I want to experience that feeling over and over again."

"That would make you a slut."

"Yes it would." 

Smiling at the resolute tone in Maureen's voice, I said, "Then we'd better finish this email so we can go to Cape Coral."

Maureen stared at me. After a moment she said, "Yes, even though I'm still a little nervous about it, I'm now certain that I want to go to Cape Coral."

I nodded to her and started reading again.

"...there's something special about touching, feeling and tasting a new cock. I was so excited. Michael I actually had a little orgasm while I was sucking Matt."

"She had an orgasm while she was giving a guy a blow job! That's not fair."

I turned to Maureen, "Not fair?"

"That's right, not fair. I don't cum easily. I almost never had an orgasm with Eric. I have them with you, but you go down on me, that helps a lot. Sex with you is easier too, more relaxed. That also helps."

"Before her awakening, Jeanne almost never had orgasms. Now she has them all the time."

"So you're suggesting the problem is with me."

"I'm not suggesting anything. I'm just telling you that Jeanne used to have trouble cumming too."

Maureen stared at me. After a moment she said, "I want to be like Jeanne, Abby and Ruth."

"Okay."

"No not just okay!"

"What do you want me to say?"

"Damn it Michael, you told me you'd put me through slut boot camp."

"I did and tonight we're going to the Polynesian Lounge."

"But I'm still just a middle aged housewife."

"For the past week you've been meeting a middle aged man you just met for sex in his motel room."

Smiling, Maureen said, "Every night."

"And you sucked his cock."

"I did and I loved it." Maureen giggled. "I really have learned to enjoy giving head."

"See, you are making progress."

"But I still haven't come close to having an orgasm while I'm doing it."

"I don't actually think it happens very often for Jeanne, Ruth or Abby either." 

"But I'd like it to happen to me."

"Give it time."

"You're right. I need to be patient. Let's read the rest of Ruth's email."

"Okay, let me see, where was I? Oh yes."

"Michael I actually had a little orgasm while I was sucking Matt."

Laughing Maureen said, "Yes, that's exactly where you left off."

I continued reading.

"After I made Matt cum we both cleaned up and then we lay on the bed talking. He told me more about his business and his three marriages. I told him more about David and our two kids. We relaxed, we took our time. It was nice. 

Eventually our attention returned to sex. Matt fucked me. Michael, it was wonderful. I love David, so sex with him is always heartfelt and passionate. Nick Granger and his friends were exciting because they were well endowed and energetic, but now I realize they lacked depth. Matt is an amazing combination of grace and power. He took me. He took me like I have never before been taken, but he did it so very gently. I felt like I was Ginger Rogers in the arms of Fred Astaire. He made me orgasm two times."

"Twice? He made her cum twice? And he was gentle and graceful? Michael, you're gentle and graceful, but oh my god, he made her cum twice." 

"Apparently he's pretty good."

"Michael, you're pretty good. Ruth is describing a sex god."

"Yes, I guess she is."

"You'd better believe she is. What else does she say about him?"

"Let's see." I continued reading.

"After we finished we again spent some time lying in each others arms talking, only this time we talked about our relationship and how David is going to fit in to it. It's needless to say this was a topic of great concern for me. As it turned out my concerns were groundless. Matt fully understood and accepted the fact that David and I were a package. His interest was in figuring out how to fulfill David's needs in this relationship.

Michael, he'd actually spent some time looking at the cuckold web sites so he could learn a little more about this desire. Even more amazing, he told me that he's excited about it. He thinks it will be a new adventure.

He asked me to tell him about David's fantasies. I explained that there was a masochistic element to it. David gets a thrill out of the idea that I might give other men pleasures that I deny him, pleasures that should be solely reserved for him.

Jeanne tells me that you've reached a point where you don't judge others. I hope that's true. I'm trying to be open with you. I know David and I are kinky, but it really doesn't hurt anyone and we're both enjoying this fantasy.

Matt wasn't in the least bit put off by that disclosure. In fact he told me that he was friends with a couple who were in to a dominant submissive relationship and he's always been envious of the fun they had. He also admitted that he had some mild dominant inclinations. I admitted that I did too.

He asked me if I could suggest some stories he could read so he could better understand David's fantasies. I told him that would be easy. He then asked me if I thought David might enjoy it if we made him wear a chastity cage during our dates. For a moment I was shocked. I've read enough of David's favorite stories to know what a chastity cage was, but..."

Next to me, Maureen said, "A chastity cage? What in heavens name is a chastity cage?"

"Let's see what we can find out." I opened a new Internet search window and typed in male chastity cage. A moment later we were presented with several web sites offering a variety of male chastity cages. Some of them featured spikes and looked absolutely frightening.

Next to me, Maureen said, "Damn, some of those look really painful."

"They do. I have to admit they give me the willys."

"I can see why. I don't have a dick and they still give me the willys." But then she said, "Michael, look at this one." Maureen pointed at an ad for the cb6000. "It looks like it's just a plastic case for a guy's cock."

Laughing, I said, "You're growing quickly."

"What do you mean?"

"First of all, you just used the word cock in a conversational sentence."

Maureen giggled. "I did, didn't I."

"And then your use of the word just suggested that you're now open to the idea that locking a guys cock in a plastic case might be a perfectly reasonable course of action."

"It's certainly more reasonable than locking it into one of those spikey thingys."

"I have to admit that I agree with you."

"Let's find out what Matt and Ruth were thinking about."

"I know Ruth. She loves David. I'm pretty sure it's not one of those spikey thingys."

"Let's find out what she and Matt decided."

"All right." I started reading again.

"But I also knew that David would be excited about wearing a chastity cage, especially if Matt and I made him do it. Michael, I'm sure you probably think this is weird. When David first mentioned it I had a little trouble getting used to the idea too. Please keep an open mind and try not to judge us. It's just fun. Nobody is getting hurt."

Turning to Maureen I said, "She's right. It is just fun and nobody is getting hurt."

"Unless they're going to make David wear one of those spikey thingys."

"I'm quite certain they're not going to do that."

"Keep reading."

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

"All right Mr. Smarty Pants. I admit it. I am enjoying it. Kinky is fun. So what!"

"You're making progress."

"Shut up and read."

Chuckling, I started reading again.

"Matt explained that he believes that if this is going to work we have to constantly be attentive to David's needs. It's essential that this is as much fun for him as it is for us. I agreed and told Matt that I would ask David about the chastity cage. Matt disagreed. He felt David would enjoy it more if it wasn't his choice. Knowing David, I had to concur."

"Michael, I don't get that at all. Why wouldn't David want to be involved in a decision like that? I get that it's fun for him, but it should still be his choice."

"No, for David surrendering power is a big part of the thrill. Amy and Mel helped me understand that. Paul did too."

"But why?"

"Why is irrelevant. It just is."

"But..."

"Maureen do you think it might be fun to be blindfolded and tied to a bed during sex?"

"Yes, but I think lots of women have that fantasy." Maureen paused. After a moment she smiled and said, "Okay, I get it, but I'm still not sure I really understand it."

"I don't think you have to understand it. You just have to accept the fact that it makes them happy and it isn't hurting anyone."

"Unless they start using those spikey thingys."

"Okay, if Ruth starts locking David's cock in one of those spikey thingys we'll reopen this conversation."

"Michael, you have to remember, you spent two months with Amy and Mel. I just met you a week ago."

"You're right Maureen. I do have to remember that. I've also gotten a lot of support from Jeanne. Your husband isn't doing anything to help you."

"I'd like to lock his pathetic little dick in one of those spikey thingys."

"Really?"

She smiled. "No not really. Actually I have to admit that I'm beginning to think Eric's little chippy did me a huge favor. Life without that bastard is turning out to be a lot more fun than life was with him. Michael, I now love giving blow jobs. In fact I'd love to give you one right now."

"Nope."

"Nope?"

"That's right, we have a plan for this evening. A plan that I hope will result in your giving a blow job to a man you just met." Laughing as I shook my head, I quickly added, "But I am amazed that I just turned down an offer of a blow job from a beautiful woman."

"You're hoping you'll get to watch."

"I doubt I'll get to watch you give a guy a blow job, but I am hoping I'll get to watch you hook up with the guy."

"While I am a little nervous about it, I'm hoping that too."

"Are you ready to go?"

"No I want to hear the rest of Ruth's email first."

"Even if it's about cock cages."

"Especially because it's about cock cages. Michael, it really is fun to be kinky."

"Yes it is, isn't it."

"Yes, now start reading again."

"Okay, where was I?"

"Matt and Ruth had just decided that David would enjoy it more if they told him he had to wear a cock cage."

"You are into this, aren't you."

"Shut up and read."

"Okay." I started reading again.

"Matt had already done a little research and told me that the cb6000 looked like the the best and safest chastity cage."

Maureen said, "That's the plastic one we saw."

"Yes, it's not a spikey thingy."

"Thank goodness, if it had been one of those I would have spent the next month worrying about David and I don't even know him."

I continued reading.

"Matt suggested that since David was my husband I should buy the chastity cage. He told me I could get one at The Sex Emporium. It's a store on the outskirts of downtown that specializes in erotica of all kinds. Matt also told me that they're expensive and offered to pay for it. I accepted his offer. I was certain David would get a thrill out of knowing my new boyfriend paid for the chastity cage I'm making him wear."

"Michael, your friend Ruth has a creative imagination."

"It doesn't surprise me. She's bright. She also loves her husband."

"So she wants to do everything she can to make this fun for him."

"That's right."

"I'm really beginning to like Ruth."

"Even if she's planning to make her husband wear a chastity cage?"

"Because she's planning to make her husband wear a chastity cage. Michael, she's doing it for him."

"Yes she is and you're making outstanding progress."

"You're a good teacher."

"I'm trying."

"Keep reading."

"Okay."

"Matt then asked me if I was serious about trying this with him. I told him I was and added that I was sure David was too. He said that if I was certain, he thought our next step should be a dinner out for the three of us. He invited David and me to have dinner with him at the Kennsington Grill next Saturday night. After dinner, if everything goes well, we'll go back to his penthouse apartment for a cocktail.




Awakenings Ch. 29



I told Matt that I liked his plan, but needed to talk to David about it. He understood. We turned our attention back to sex. Matt fucked me one more time. It was even better than the first time.

After we finished we dressed and walked out into the living room. Michael, it was amazing. Jeanne, Abby, Mark and Bobby were all naked. Jeanne was lying on her back on the couch. Mark was straddling her shoulders facing her. She was sucking his cock. Abby was lying on her stomach between Jeanne's thighs eating her pussy. Bobby was sitting in a chair jacking off while he watched them. Matt and I interrupted them so we could thank Jeanne and Abby and say goodbye. All four of them politely stopped, looked up at us, said goodbye and then immediately returned to what they were doing."

Laughing, I said, "That's my wife. She knows how to focus on a task."

Maureen giggled. "If I was getting my pussy licked while I was sucking a cock I'm not sure I could maintain enough composure to look up and say good bye to someone who was leaving."

"Care to give it a try?"

"I'm not sure how we'll do the part where we say good bye to someone who's leaving, but you and I have already established that we can do the licking and sucking with aplomb." 

"Shall we?"

"Now it's you who can't stay on task." Maureen paused and then with a sly smile, she added, "Maybe we could wait until we get back from The Polynesian Lounge."

"It's a date, unless of course..."

"Unless of course what?"

"Unless you meet someone at the Polynesian Lounge."

"Michael I'm going there with you and I fully intend to come home with you."

"Even if you meet someone very interesting?"

"Very interesting?"

"Yes, very interesting."

"Well then maybe we'll have a little fun together first, but I'm still going home with you." Staring into my eyes, Maureen said, "Michael, you're my friend. I don't have many friends."

"Okay, but there may come a time when you're going to want to spend the night with a man you meet."

"And if that time comes we'll deal with it."

"Yes, you're right, we will."

"Let's read the rest of Ruth's email."

"Good idea." I started reading again.

"Matt walked me to my car and kissed me goodnight. I promised to call him in the morning. He told me he would be eagerly waiting to hear from me and then he kissed me again.

Michael, driving home my heart was racing at about a million beats a second. I felt like I was back in high school. I was infatuated with Matt. As I realized that guilt overwhelmed me. David is the love of my life. How could I possibly be infatuated with another man?"

When I arrived at home David was waiting for me. He didn't say anything. He just kissed me and held me in his arms. I love David so much. I feel safe in his arms. I could have stayed there all night, but David was eager to hear about my evening with Matt. 

The kids were in their rooms. After stopping to say goodnight to both of them David and I quickly withdrew to our bedroom. Once we were inside our room David was a fount of questions. How did I like Matt? Was he handsome? Did we do it? Was he good? Did I want to see him again?

Still affected by the feelings of guilt that had plagued me during my drive home, I was at first reticent about my answers, but then I saw the lust in David's eyes and realized that we both wanted this, maybe him even more than me.

Michael, I love David and he loves me. I can't explain this. I'm not sure it has an explanation. I'm not sure it requires an explanation. It just is. We're both happy about it and I guess that's all that matters.

I relaxed and told David everything. Again I felt like I was back in high school. This time I was telling my best girlfriend about my latest crush. David was just as excited as I was. we both babbled to each other, him asking questions, me answering without reservation. 

We talked about the sex. I told David how much I'd enjoyed sucking Matt's cock. He asked me to describe Matt's cock. Michael, please don't get the wrong idea. David is not gay. He simply wants to share my excitement."

Pausing, I said, "I think I can understand this. Hearing about Jeanne's fun makes me happy. If you hook up with a guy tonight at the Polynesian Lounge, it will make me happy if you tell me he was a skilled, well endowed playmate."

"Why?" There was a look of honest puzzlement in Maureen's eyes.

"Why not? I like you. You're my friend. Why shouldn't I want you to have a memorable experience."

"Because it's not with you."

"If we were golf partners rather than fuck buddies should I get upset if you had fun playing golf with a really good golfer?"

"Michael!"

"What?"

"You can't equate fucking and golf. They aren't the same."

"Why not?"

"Well, for one, you can't get pregnant playing golf."

"Are you concerned that I'm going to get you pregnant?"

"Of course not! But...Oh this is so confusing."

"I will agree with that. Sex is very confusing."

"Okay, but you do have to admit that sex is a much more intimate act than golf."

"It doesn't have to be. It certainly isn't for Mel and Amy. It isn't for Jeanne either and weren't you the one who wanted to learn how to give blow jobs to guys you just met without feeling guilty about it?"

"Aren't you even a little bit jealous when Jeanne tells you about the fun she had with another man?"

"Once you understand that sex doesn't always have to be an expression of love, jealousy fades. Envy may still be a problem."

"Envy, but not jealousy? Please explain that."

"They're not synonyms."

"Go on."

"Jealousy refers to the fear that a person you love may love another."

"Okay."

"Envy is the desire to have something another has."

"So while you may not be jealous of Jeanne's boy friends you might envy them."

"Jeanne now acknowledges that when this first started one of her mistakes was failing to make me the most sexually satisfied husband on this planet before she broached the idea of playing with other men. Ruth learned from Jeanne. She's being very careful to be certain her new relationship with Matt is just as exciting for David as it is for her."

"Michael, she's thinking about making him wear a cock cage."

"That's David's fantasy. That's what he wants. He isn't going to be envious of Matt because his fantasy is being fulfilled. I would also be surprised if Ruth isn't making it clear to David that he can have her any time he wants her."

"You're telling me they're acting out a fantasy together."

"That's exactly what I'm saying. They each want something different from this fantasy, but it's still a mutually satisfying game. Ruth gets to play with a well endowed assertive lover and David gets to act out his submissive masochistic cuckold desires."

"A game?"

"Of course. David will always be the man of Ruth's dreams. I've known them far too long to ever doubt that. This is a game of make believe, a very exciting game of make believe, but that's all it is and that's all it will ever be."

"A game of make believe, I like that. Maybe if Eric and I had been able to play a game of make believe he wouldn't have needed his chippy."

"Six months ago were you ready to play a game of make believe?"

Maureen considered that question. After a moment she answered, "No definitely not."

Nodding, I said, "We're taught to hide our fantasies. They may be desires, but they're illicit desires, desires we can't admit to anyone. I'm sure David has been harboring secret submissive masochistic urges for years." 

"But he was ashamed to admit them to Ruth."

"That's right."

"And before she got married Ruth was a slut, but she never told David."

"She didn't dare. She was afraid he wouldn't marry her if he knew the truth."

"But during all those years they were married David was fantasizing about Ruth having affairs with other men."

"It's ironic, isn't it."

"It is so ironic." Maureen paused. After a moment she asked, "Michael, could we do that?"

"You mean act out a fantasy together?"

"Yes."

"I thought that's what we were doing. You want to be a slut."

Maureen stared at me for a second and then she said, "And you're a voyeur. You love hanging around with sluts."

"It's a fantasy I'm finding very exciting." 

Grinning, Maureen said, "That's the fantasy you and Jeanne are playing."

Nodding, I said, "We are now."

"But it wasn't last August. That's why you left home."

"That's right, last August it wasn't a mutual fantasy. Last August it was just Jeanne's fantasy, a fantasy that didn't include me."

"But that changed when you met Amy and Mel. Amy and Mel showed you that it could be your fantasy too."

"No, it changed when Jeanne flew to San Francisco to meet me. In San Francisco Jeanne made it clear that she wanted me to be part of her fantasy. She wanted her fantasy to be our fantasy. Amy and Mel showed me that it would be okay for Jeanne's fantasy to be my fantasy too."

"Just like you're showing me that I don't have to be ashamed of my sexual desires."

"That's right and..." 

"And? And what?"

"Ruth and David don't have to be ashamed of their sexual desires either."

Slowly nodding, Maureen said, "Let's read the rest of Ruth's email."

"Okay." I continued reading.

"Michael, once I recognized how excited David was my confidence grew. I told him everything. When David heard about Matt's invitation to take us to dinner next Saturday night he said that if it was alright with me, he wanted to go. After I assured him that I wouldn't go without him I told David that if everything goes well during dinner, all three of us are going to go back to Matt's condominium for an after dinner cocktail.

David stared at me. I started to worry. I asked him if he wanted to go to Matt's condominium with me. He smiled at me and told me that he couldn't think of anything he'd rather do. That relaxed me, but then my sweet husband totally shocked me. He asked me if I would allow him to serve cocktails to Matt and me."

Maureen giggled. "Oh my!"

"Are you being judgmental again?"

Still giggling, Maureen said, "No, I mean...Michael, why would he..."

"It's not your fantasy Maureen. You don't have to understand why. You just have to accept that it excites him and he's not hurting anyone else. Isn't that all that really matters?"

"I can't imagine Eric serving cocktails to you and me before we get into bed."

"Your husband isn't David."

"No he certainly isn't." Maureen paused. After a moment she said, "I think I'm starting to get it."

"Okay."

"Our personal fantasies aren't anyone elses business."

"As long as nobody else is getting hurt by them."

"Of course, that goes without saying." Maureen smiled. "I like Ruth and David. They are so exquisitely kinky. Keep reading. What did Ruth say to him?"

"Okay." Smiling, I continued reading.

"I was a little disarmed at first, but when I saw the lust in David's eyes I understood. This really was his fantasy. For the past several months we've been playing games in which David takes a submissive role while I date an imaginary boyfriend, but this was the first time I was convinced that he actually wanted to make this fantasy real. Suddenly I was very excited. This wasn't just my fantasy or David's fantasy, this was our fantasy and together we were going to make it real."

"Oh my god! This is so hot. Michael, the idea that two people who love each other are about to play out a mutually satisfying kinky fantasy is...I don't know, unbelievable."

"Unbelievable? Really?"

"Yes, most people are much too uptight to reveal their secret fantasies to anyone else, especially someone they love."

"I'm a voyeur. I admitted that to you."

"Yes you did and I'm a wanna be slut. I admitted that to you. Don't you understand? That makes us special." Maureen paused. After a moment she shook her head and said, "No, I'm just learning to be special. You're special and so are Jeanne, Ruth and David." She grinned at me. "And Mel and Amy are really special."

"We're all still learning, even Mel and Amy."

"But at least we're trying to learn. Michael, read the rest of Ruth's email. I want to hear everything about them."

"This is a sudden and radical change of opinion."

"I think I'm finally starting to get it, I mean really get it. David is being true to himself. Michael, for awhile, when my kids were young I had a sexual fantasy that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't purge from my mind. It plagued me."

"Can you tell me?"

"I've never told anyone, not Eric, not anyone, but I think I can tell you. No, I want to tell you."

"I won't judge you."

"I know you won't that's why I want to tell you."

"Okay."

"I met Eric two years after I dropped out of college."

"I didn't know you dropped out of college."

"My younger sister received a scholarship to a prestigious eastern university, but it wasn't a full scholarship. My father couldn't afford to help both of us. My sister was always a better student than I was."

"You quit college so your sister could go to a prestigious school."

"She's now a successful attorney."

"And you're a secretary."

"I have no regrets."

"Really?"

"She's a successful attorney. I never would have gotten into law school. It was the right decision."

"Okay, so two years after you dropped out of law school you met Eric. Tell me about your fantasy."

"He had two roommates. All three of them were handsome young bachelors. They lived in a three bedroom apartment. Michael, Eric and I used to fuck in his bedroom while his roommates were watching television in the living room."

"I don't really think that's an unusual situation."

"No, I suppose not, but it got stranger."

"Tell me."

"Eric was in grad school working on his MBA."

"Okay."

"To support himself he worked the midnight to 6:00 AM shift at a convenience store. Lots of nights he got out of bed after we finished fucking and went to work."

"And you spent the night in his bedroom with his two roommates in the living room."

"Yes."

"Did anything ever happen?"

"No but..."

"You had fantasies about it."

"One of his roommates, Ricky Tyler, was so handsome. Michael, he had beautiful blue eyes and a smile that could charm the pants off of a spinster school teacher."

Chuckling, I said, "A spinster school teacher?"

"That was one of Eric's favorites. He used to say, 'The guy's so smooth he could charm the pants off of a spinster school teacher.'" Maureen laughed. "I don't think Eric has ever even met a spinster school teacher."

"It's kind of an archaic phrase."

"Believe me, Eric's an archaic guy."

"Okay, back to your story. Did Ricky Tyler or Eric's other roommate ever make a pass at you?"

"No, I was Eric's girlfriend. There was a code of honor."

"But you wish they had."

"Not then! At the time I would have been mortified if either of them had tried anything."

"But later, when your children were young."

Nodding, Maureen said, "I started fantasizing about lying in Eric's bed after he left for work. There was a knock at the door. At first it just Ricky. He asked if he could come in. I told him yes. He sat on the bed in the dark. I was naked under the covers. We talked. He kissed me and then we made love, hot passionate love."

"Maureen, I don't mean to be critical, but that's a pretty tame fantasy."

"There's more."

"Tell me."

"It wasn't long before I began to imagine that after Ricky left Ben knocked on the door. Ben was Eric's other roommate. He wasn't as handsome as Ricky, but he was still good looking."

"Eric, Ricky and Ben, all in the same night."

"Yes, but there's still more."

"Go on."

"After a while Ricky and Ben knocked at the same time."

"And you had them both at the same time."

"Michael, it was so hot, but it also made me feel ashamed."

"There wasn't any reason to be ashamed."

"I know that now, but eighteen years ago I was a different person. I was still a young mother."

"I understand. Eighteen years ago I would have been horrified if I'd admitted to myself that I might enjoy watching Jeanne with another man."

Smiling, Maureen said, "If you'd admitted to yourself that you might enjoy watching Jeanne with another man? An interesting statement. Are you suggesting that eighteen years ago you might have had those thoughts as deep dark illicit desires?"

"They were there. I know they were, but I didn't dare acknowledge them." Pausing, I looked at Maureen. "What about you? Do you now acknowledge, no embrace is a better word. Do you now embrace your old illicit desires?"

After taking a moment to consider my question, Maureen answered, "I'm not yet capable of doing that, but I will admit..." She paused and then she smiled. "I will admit that I am envious when I hear Jeanne describe the fun she's having with Mark and Bobby."

"So there may come a time?"

"When I share a bed with two men at the same time?"

"Yes."

"Part of me hopes it will happen and another part of me is terrified of the idea."

"That's progress."

"Yes, I suppose it is." Maureen giggled. "Slut boot camp is working."

I chuckled.

Maureen said, "Let's read the rest of Ruth's email."

Nodding, I adopted a more serious demeanor and said, "Okay." And then I started reading again.

"Michael, I don't believe that I have ever been more in love with David than I was at that moment."

"Oh my god! That is so beautiful."

I looked at Maureen with a questioning expression.

She said, "Ruth and David are sharing this fantasy. I don't think very many married couples are able to do that."

Understanding, I said, "Yes, of course."

"Let's finish reading it."

"Okay."

"We hugged for a long time and then David kissed me. It was an intense kiss filled with love and passion. After he kissed me David dropped to his knees on the floor at my feet. I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too. I raised the hem of my skirt. pulled my panties off and parted my thighs. David kissed me again, this time in that most private place, a place that had just been enjoyed by another man. He quickly started licking me. Michael it was amazing. I don't believe that either of us had ever been as aroused as we were at that moment.

After my second orgasm..."

Maureen whispered, "Her second orgasm! Damn! I'm beginning to believe that kinky sex might be the best kind."

I smiled at Maureen and continued reading.

"After my second orgasm I pulled David up on the bed. As soon as he was seated next to me I told him that I wanted him to fuck me. He shook his head no and told me that he thought that pleasure should now be reserved exclusively for Mr. Haynes. I wasn't surprised, in fact I'd expected that response, but I wasn't about to accept it. I explained to David that he was the love of my life and I both wanted and needed to occasionally be able to enjoy feeling him inside me.

After a short discussion we agreed that at least two nights a month would be designated as husband and wife nights. There also would be nights like last night when I just wanted to be able to make love to David in every way imaginable, at least for a little while. My husband is a beautiful man. He understood. Then we made love. I didn't cum. That wasn't the point. I'd already had plenty of orgasms with both Matt and David. When David and I made love last night it was more than physical excitement, much more. It was rapture, harmony and passion. It was a union of our souls."

Maureen gasped. I looked at her. She whispered, "Don't stop reading."

I continued.

"Michael, I hope you understand and won't judge us. I'd never imagined that David and I would do something like this, but we are and it's making both of us happy and very excited.

Love,

Ruth"

"I never would have thought I would envy a married couple who were living a lifestyle like that, but I am. It just seems so loving." Maureen shook her head. "Especially after the last ten years I had with Eric the bum."




Awakenings Ch. 29



"They care about each other."

"Yes they do. I think you'd better send a reply to Ruth. You should tell her you're happy for them."

"You're right. I do need to do that." I quickly typed a short reply.

"Ruth,

It sounds like you and David may have found an ideal situation. I hope the two of you end up having an exciting and mutually enjoyable relationship with Matt.

Your friend, 

Michael"

Maureen read it as I typed it. As soon as I was finished she said, "Perfect, send it."

After I sent it I turned to her. "It's time."

Maureen stared at me for a moment and then she smiled and said, "Yes it is. I'm ready to go to Cape Coral and live a kinky little fantasy."

I put my computer away and then giggling like a pair of teenagers, we left my motel room and walked quickly to my Ford Escape.



Awakenings Ch. 30



We drove southwest along the Caloosahatchee River until we reached the Cape Coral Bridge. After crossing the river we turned left. The Polynesian Lounge was in the next block.

 Maureen said, "There it is up ahead."

 "I see it." I answered. 

 From the outside The Polynesian Lounge was a typical Florida beach community restaurant bar. Cream colored stucco trimmed with dark stained wood beams and decorated with neon beer signs, it could have easily been called The Pelican's Roost, The Seven Seas Tavern or The Pirates Cove. I pulled into the parking lot. There was a driveway along the right side of the building. A sign said, "Additional parking in the rear." The front lot had at least 20 spaces. It was 9:15, seven of them were occupied.

 I pulled into one of the empty spaces. As I shifted my Escape into park, I said, "It must be a quiet night."

 Maureen said, "The dinner hour is ending and it's a week night."

 I shut off the engine, took the keys out of the ignition and looked at Maureen. "Last chance to back out."

 "I have to admit that I'm a little nervous."

 "We could just go inside and have a drink."

 "No, we're here for a reason. I may be nervous, but I don't want to chicken out, not now, not when we're this close."

 "Okay, that means you have to go in first."

 "I know and it's time." Maureen stared straight ahead. After a moment she took a deep breath and said, "Okay, here goes. See you inside." She grabbed her purse, opened the car door, stepped out, walked resolutely to the front door of the bar and went inside. 

 I watched the time on my cell phone. After five minutes I followed her into the bar.

 The Polynesian Lounge was dark, darker than I'd expected. The bar, the floor and the tables were all made from rough hewn lumber stained chocolate brown. The walls were decorated with more neon beer signs, Polynesian carvings and colorful posters of South Pacific Island scenery. The bar was on my right. There was a small dance floor on my left. A dozen tables with matching captains chairs occupied the space between the bar and the dance floor.

 I glanced around the room. Four of the tables were occupied by couples sitting next to each other sipping cocktails while they flirted in hushed voices. Against the wall, a classic mid century juke box was playing Frank Sinatra's ballad, "Strangers In The Night". Two couples were on the dance floor, both tightly clinched as they slowly moved to the strains of the music.

 There were eight bar stools. Only one of them was occupied. The sole occupant was an attractive red head in her early thirties. She was sitting at one end of the bar sipping a glass of white wine. Reclining on her stool, her back resting against the bar, she was casually watching the other patrons.

 Maureen was seated at one of the tables sipping a glass of red wine while she chatted with a handsome dark haired man in his mid thirties. Fit and well tanned, he was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts and sandals.

 I smiled as I sat down on one of the empty bar stools. Maureen's suitor didn't believe in wasting time. He must have pounced the moment he saw her. I was also pleased to see that he appeared to be exactly the man Maureen had hoped she'd meet.

 As soon as I was settled, the bartender walked over and asked, "What can I get you?" 

 Quickly refocusing my attention, I answered, "A bottle of Heineken."

 A moment later he set a bottle of Heineken and an empty glass on the bar. I handed him a twenty dollar bill. He went to the cash register, returned with my change and laid it on the bar next to the empty glass. 

 I neatly arranged the silver on top of the bills and poured half of the beer into the glass. After taking a sip I turned my attention back to Maureen and her suitor. A surge of excitement rippled through me as I realized that our plan for the evening was actually occurring. 

 I watched. The dark haired man had his chair pulled up next to Maureen's. He was whispering to her. She was giggling. Another surge of excitement, this one much more intense, rippled through me as I imagined watching Jeanne in this exact same situation.

 "You're five minutes late."

 I turned. The young red head who'd been sitting at the end of the bar was now perched on the stool next to mine.

 "I don't understand."

 "She came in five minutes ago. If you'd gotten here earlier that could be you sitting at her table instead of him."

 "I see."

 "Isn't that why you're here?"

 "Maybe I just came in for a beer?"

 She laughed. "Nobody comes to the Polynesian Lounge for just a beer."

 "Why do you say that?"

 "This bar has a reputation."

 "Really?"

 "Are you putting me on?"

 "That would be rude. I don't even know you."

 "You are putting me on, aren't you. Why don't you try hitting on me?"

 "Would it do me any good? I'm much older than you are."

 "It might."

 "Now you're toying with me."

 "I'm not toying with you and I'm not a pro either."

 "I didn't think you were a pro."

 She stared at me. After a moment she asked, "Out of curiosity, why don't you think I'm a pro. I mean I'm being pretty overt."

 "Not really, you haven't actually propositioned me."

 "Maybe I'm making sure you're not a cop."

 "Possibly, but if that's the case you haven't done a very good job of trying to find out. You have yet to ask me where I'm from or why I'm here. All you've done is tell me that I missed my opportunity with that women over there by five minutes. That's an unorthodox approach for a pro."

 "Maybe I was trying to be subtle."

 "Okay, but there's another reason I don't believe you're a pro."

 "Tell me."

 "You're wearing a wedding ring."

 "Maybe I'm a married pro."

 "I don't think so."

 "Have you ever even met a pro?"

 "Actually I spent November and most of December living with two professionals."

 "What?"

 "It's a long story and frankly, right now I'm not particularly interested in telling it."

 "I'd really like to hear it."

 "We don't always get what we want."

 "The Rolling Stones."

 "What?"

 "The Rolling Stones, they sang a song called, 'You Can't Always Get What You Want.' I may be young but I'm not ignorant."

 Smiling, I said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply that you were ignorant. And yes, I know the song very well. I'm old."

 "You're not all that old and frankly I'm finding you very interesting."

 "And I'm certain you're very interesting too, but I'm sorry, tonight I'm not looking for companionship or even conversation."

 "So why are you here?"

 "I already told you, I wanted a beer."

 "Right." Her tone dripped with disbelief.

 "Believe me or don't believe me, that's your choice. It's what I'm telling you and it's all I'm telling you. Now, I don't mean to be rude, but I really would prefer to drink my beer in peace."

 "You're asking me to leave you alone?"

 "Yes."

 "All right." The redhead stood up. It was clear that my aloof attitude had upset her. That made me feel bad. I didn't want to upset anyone, but I really did want to be left alone so I could watch Maureen and her new friend.

 She started walking back to the bar stool she'd been occupying when I first saw her, but halfway there she stopped. For a moment she stood perfectly still and then she turned and stared at me. I watched her out of the corner of my eye. Several seconds passed. Finally she smiled and said, "I don't know how I missed it. You're with her, aren't you."

 I closed my eyes. It was an involuntary act and it was my undoing. She was perceptive. That one little slip confirmed her suspicion. She grinned. "You are with her!"

 I sighed. 

 Returning to me, she started laughing.

 Knowing I was lost, I quietly said, "What's so funny?"

 "The irony of the situation."

 "The irony?"

 Grinning, she said, "Yes, the irony. I'm with him. He's my husband."

 Now it was my turn to stare. "Really?"

 "It's the truth." She sat back down on the bar stool next to mine. Once she was settled she extended her hand. "I'm Ginger Tyler. That's my husband, Scott Fields."

 As I shook Ginger's hand I said, "I'm Michael Nolan. You and your husband have different last names." Immediately regretting the comment, I said, "I'm sorry, that was a stupid thing to say."

 Ginger smiled. "Considering that this is the twenty-first century and I just admitted that I'm here watching my husband try to seduce another woman, I have to agree." But then she quickly added, "Don't worry, I won't hold it against you. Hell, Scotty will tell you that I'm notorious for speaking before I think."

 "Thank you."

 "It's okay, now back to our introductions. What's your wife's name?"

 "Jeanne, but that's not her."

 "What?"

 "That's not my wife. That's a friend of mine, Maureen Styles."

 "You're here watching a friend meet a guy."

 Now completely on the defensive, I shrugged sheepishly.

 Ginger pressed. "Do you and your friend do this very often?"

 Still feeling sheepish, I answered, "No this is the first time."

 "The first time?"

 "That's right."

 "Does your wife know what you're doing?"

 "As a matter of fact, she does." For some reason that answer gave me confidence.

 "Does she approve?"

 "Yes she does."

 "Why isn't she here with you?"

 "She's in St. Paul."

 "Minnesota?"

 "Yes."

 "And you're here with another woman." Ginger considered this. After a moment she asked, "Are you and your wife separated? Are you getting a divorce?"

 Now smiling, I answered, "I suppose you could say that we are currently separated, but it's not a legal separation and we are definitely not getting a divorce."

 "So why are you separated?"

 "It's a long story, one I'm not ready to share at this time."

 Nodding, Ginger said, "Okay, I understand. You just met me, but if we do end up getting to know each other well enough, I really would like to hear it."

 "I will definitely tell you, now what about you and Scott? Is this something you do regularly?"

 "Scotty likes to watch. Over time I've acquired the same taste."

 Remembering how Jeanne had spent the previous night, I said, "I think I understand."

 "Good, now I think it's time for us to join your friend and my husband at their table."

 "Won't that spoil the game?"

 "Maybe it will spoil this game, but it will open up the opportunity for countless other games that could be much more fun."

 "Okay, but before we do that I have one very important question."

 "Go ahead."

 "Why us? You're an attractive couple. Maureen and I are at least twenty years older than the two of you."

 "Scotty has always been attracted to older women." And then smiling, Ginger added, "And I've learned that older men are often quite adventurous."

 Chuckling, I said, "You realize that's an enticing explanation."

 "I was hoping it would be."

 "Let's join your husband and my friend."

 "I thought you'd never ask." Ginger stood up, retrieved her glass of wine from the spot where she'd been sitting, returned to me and grasped my hand. As she pulled me to my feet she said, "Grab your beer sweetie, this is going to be fun."

 My surrender was complete. Ginger was in control. As she led me across the bar I felt like I was back in the care of Mel and Amy or Jeanne. It was a comfortable feeling. No, I'm not admitting to newly discovered submissive desires, it's simply that when one is trying new activities its comforting to be guided by an experienced practitioner. I was now convinced that Ginger was an experienced practitioner.

 As we approached their table both Scott and Maureen looked up at us with puzzled expressions. Scott asked, "Ginger honey, what's going on?"

 Ginger answered, "We thought we'd join you."

 Still perplexed, Scott said, "I see."

 "Relax Scotty, it's a change in the plan for the evening, but it will be fun. Let me introduce my friend. This is Michael. He's here with your friend Maureen" Ginger looked at Maureen. "Maureen, that is correct, isn't it?"

 Her face suddenly pink with embarrassment, Maureen nodded. "Yes, that's right."

 Realizing that Maureen had been placed in an uncomfortable position, I quickly interjected, "This is Ginger. Scott is her husband."

 Maureen looked at Scott, then at Ginger and finally at me. She was clearly at a loss for words.

 Ginger said, "Michael's right. Scotty is my husband. We often come here. Usually Scotty watches while I hook up with a guy, but occasionally we switch roles. I've learned that I enjoy watching too."

 Maureen continued to look unsettled. I understood. Making this trip had required all the nerve she could muster, now she was being confronted with a situation that could potentially turn out to be much more emotionally demanding than she'd anticipated.

 I was about to tell her that it would be okay if the four of us just had a drink together, but Ginger pressed. "Reeny..." She paused and then asked, "Would it be all right if I called you Reeny? I think it's such a sexy name." Without waiting for a response Ginger continued. "Reeny, it's clear to me that my husband finds you very attractive. He has a thing for mature women and I have to admit that I find your friend Michael equally attractive. Tonight I hope that we can at least get to know each other and if all goes well maybe we could go to our house and get to know each other even better."

 Ginger, Scott and I all watched Maureen. Part of me wanted to come to her rescue, but another part of me understood that this was a decisive moment for her. She needed to settle this situation on her own. 

 Maureen stared at the table. The three of us watched her, all of us sensing that she had to have time to work this out for herself. After a moment she quietly said, "No I don't mind, I don't mind at all. In fact I'd like it if you called me Reeny. All my life I've been stodgy old Maureen. Reeny sounds like a woman who is adventurous, a woman who enjoys life. I want to be Reeny" Maureen looked up at us. She was smiling. 

 That made me smile. 

 Noticeably bolder, Maureen continued. "Yes Ginger, I'd very much like to get to know you and your husband better. I think I'd like to get to know you much better. And I agree, Michael is a very attractive man. He might be the most attractive man I've ever known. As to going to your house tonight..."

 Ginger said, "That's only if..."

 Holding up her hand in a stop gesture, Maureen continued, "No, I'd like to go. I'd like to go now. For years I've secretly dreamed of adventure. Suddenly it's staring me in the face. I am not going to pass it by." Turning to me she asked, "Michael, is that all right with you?"

 "Well we haven't actually been invited yet."

 Laughing, Ginger said, "Let me take care of that right now. Would the two of you like to join us at our house for a cocktail?"

 Still looking at me, Maureen repeated, "Would that be all right Michael?"

 "Yes Maureen, I think that would be very nice."

 "Call me Reeny."

 Grinning, I said, "Yes Reeny, I think it would be very nice."

 "It's settled then, we're going to our house. Michael, I'll ride with..."

 Scott interrupted. "Ginger honey, I think we should give our new friends an opportunity to finish their drinks."

 "Scotty, Reeny and I are both drinking wine. The wine they serve here is only marginally better than apple cider vinegar. We have an outstanding selection of wine at home. Michael is drinking Heineken. You are too. You maintain an excellent selection of European beers in the bar refrigerator. I'm certain that Michael would enjoy sampling several of them."

 Ginger looked at me. I shrugged.

 Turning to Maureen, Scotty asked, "Are you ready to go?"

 Maureen answered, "Yes I am." And then she smiled at me. 

 I smiled back. I understood. For years Maureen's husband had treated her like a doormat. Scott had the ability to make her feel like she mattered. It may have been a contrived ploy to get her into his bed. We both realized that, but at that moment Maureen wanted to feel like she mattered and she was already eager to share a bed with this handsome man, so contrived or not it made her happy. That was all I cared about.

 Scott stood up and offered his hand to Maureen. "Would you ride with me?"

 Taking Scott's hand, Maureen stood up and said, "Yes kind sir, I'd like that very much."

 As they linked arms, Scott looked at his wife and said, "Ginger, we'll see you at the house."

 Ginger answered, "Okay" And then turning to me she said, "My husband can be very smooth."

 Laughing, I said, "I noticed."

 "Don't worry, he's a kind man. He won't hurt her."

 "I'm not worried. He can't hurt her. At least not right now."

 "What do you mean?"

 "At this point in her life all Maureen is looking for is unfettered sex. Isn't that exactly what your husband is offering?"

 "Yes it is." Ginger smiled. "Michael, I think our meeting tonight was a stroke of luck."

 "I hope you're right. If you are, my two friends in Tucson would call it serendipity."

 "Serendipity?"

 "Yes, serendipity. It means to accidentally stumble across wonderful treasures."

 "I like that." Ginger wrapped her arm around my arm and hugged me. "Come on big guy, let's go find your car. We don't want to miss the show at my house."

 Laughing, I said, "No, we definitely do not want to do that."

 "And on the way I want to hear about these two friends in Tucson. Are they a couple of old buddies?"

 "I haven't told you about them, have I?"

 "We just met, so no you haven't. Although I have to admit that I'm beginning to feel like I've known you for a very long time."

 "Me too."

 "So tell me about your friends."

 "Actually I did mention them earlier."

 "You did?"

 "Yes, I told you that I spent November and most of December living with two professionals."

 Dropping my arm, Ginger stepped back and exclaimed, "Get out! That wasn't bull shit?"

 "No, Amy and Mel are very real."

 Grabbing my arm again, Ginger said, "Okay, it's time to spill. I want to hear every detail."

 As soon as we were in my Escape I spilled. On the way to her house Ginger got all of the key details beginning with that fateful evening the previous August when Jeanne announced that she was going to start dating other men. 

 I was just telling her about meeting Maureen at Jimmy's Steakhouse when Ginger said, "That's our house ahead on the right. Park in the driveway behind Scotty's BMW."

 It was dark, but as I pulled my Escape into the driveway the headlights washed across the front of the house. It was a two story white clapboard with a covered veranda, a classic 1920's southern home. The lawn was lushly planted with a variety of trees and flowering bushes. The house was lit. Scotty and Maureen were already inside.

 I stopped. As I shifted the Escape into park, I said, "You have a beautiful home."

 "Thank you, it has a little history."

 "Really? Tell me."

 "It was owned by Louie Vanelli. He was supposedly a lieutenant in the New Jersey Mafia during the 1920's. It's rumored that Al Capone had dinner here."

 "Al Capone lived in Chicago."

 Shrugging, Ginger said, "They were gangsters, they all hung out together."

 "That makes sense. I frequently have dinner with other accountants."

 "Sarcasm?"

 "I'm an accountant. I'm not capable of sarcasm."

 "More sarcasm?"

 I winked at her.

 Grinning, Ginger said, "Michael, you really are a delightful man."

 I wiggled my eyebrows.

 Ginger burst out laughing and then she leaned across the center consul of my Escape and hugged me. After a moment she kissed my cheek and said, "Let's go inside. We don't want to miss the show."

 "I agree."

 Ginger and I got out of the SUV and walked quickly up to the house. As we climbed the steps to the veranda I noticed an old fashioned porch swing to the left of the front door. It reminded me of the swing on Atticus, Scout and Jem's front porch in the movie, "To Kill a Mockingbird". 




Awakenings Ch. 30



I said, "I like your swing. I can imagine Atticus and Scout sitting on it."

 Ginger stared at me. After a moment she said, "You read?" It was a question.

 "A little."

 "I love to read. 'To Kill a Mockingbird' is my favorite book. I think it's the great American novel."

 "I won't argue, but..."

 "But what?"

 "The Grapes of Wrath" does deserve some consideration.

 "What about 'Huckleberry Finn'?"

 "Of course and there are also those who would argue for "The Great Gatsby."

 Ginger wrapped her left arm around my shoulder and nuzzled my neck. At the same time she reached down, massaged my hardening penis with the palm of her right hand and whispered, "I love cocks. I love men with big cocks, but there is nothing sexier than a man who can think."

 "Even if he's an accountant?"

 Giggling, Ginger squeezed my erection and said, "That makes him even sexier." Then she kissed me hard on the lips, stepped back, picked up my right hand and placed it on her left breast. As she stared into my eyes she said, "I want to tease you. Can I do that? I promise that before the night is over you can have me in any way you desire, but I want to tease you first. I want to tease you while we watch my husband fuck your girlfriend. Can I do that?" 

 Laughing, I said, "Yes, that could be fun, but you can't be mean, that doesn't do it for me."

 "I didn't think it did. It doesn't do it for Scotty either, but he loves to be teased."

 "And you love to tease."

 "It gets me so wet." Ginger pulled my hand down to the hem of her skirt. "Wanna feel?"

 I nodded, "Yes." I lifted her skirt and slipped my fingers under the crotch of her panties. Ginger was sopping wet. 

 Gasping as my fingers massaged her slick slit, she whispered, "Can I?"

 "Can you what?"

 "Can I tease you?"

 "Definitely."

 "Rub me, rub me hard. I hope you know where."

 I pressed my index finger against her engorged clit and rubbed it hard. Ginger stared into my eyes. I stared back. She was biting her lower lip. Giggling, she said, "You know exactly where." 

 I didn't answer, I just stared into her eyes and kept rubbing her. After a moment I felt her stiffen and then she shuddered.

 I started to remove my fingers from Ginger's slit, but she grabbed my arm. "No! Don't stop!"

 I continued rubbing her. I felt her shudder again and then another time. Finally I felt her relax. She collapsed into my arms, her cheek pressed against my chest. I held her. After a moment she looked up at me and grinned. "I love sex."

 Laughing, I said, "I can tell."

 "I love it hot and kinky, I love it sweet and romantic and occasionally I like to be mean."

 "Mean?"

 "Yes, but don't worry, I have several playmates for that."

 "Several?"

 "Yes, two guys and a woman. Scotty isn't one of them and all three of them enjoy it as much or more than I do."

 "Okay."

 "Really."

 "I believe you."

 "It's important to me that you do."

 "Why? You just met me."

 "I know. I'm not sure I understand why, but it does matter."

 Ginger and I stared at each other. After a moment I nodded and said, "I think I understand."

 "Do you? Do you really?"

 "Yeah, I do. Six months ago I don't think I would have, but I do now."

 "Your two friends in Tucson?"

 "Yes, definitely, but my wife too and my daughter and her ex boyfriend and my friends Ruth and David." I paused for a moment and then I added, "But mostly my wife."

 Still staring at me, Ginger said, "And you."

 "Me?"

 "Yes, you tried to understand. That makes you special."

 "That's what Amy and Mel told me the night we met."

 "Your friends in Tucson."

 "Yes."

 "I'd very much like to meet them."

 "You'll have to fly to Tucson if you want to do that."

 "I might be willing to do that."

 "Are you serious?"

 "Michael, most people are really screwed up about sex."

 "It can be pretty confusing."

 "It doesn't have to be."

 "No it doesn't."

 Ginger smiled. "It really doesn't." She grabbed my arm and opened the front door. "Let's go inside and see what Scotty and Reeney are doing."

 "Okay"

 Opening the front door, Ginger pulled me into the house. After we passed through a small foyer we moved into the living room. I glanced around and immediately liked it. It reminded me of my grandmother's home.

 Ginger asked, "Do you approve? Scotty and I put function ahead of style."

 "I like it very much, it looks...comfortable."

 "That's what we want. We both work hard. When we come home we want to be able to relax."

 We heard voices coming from the back of the house. Still hanging on to my arm, Ginger said, "Follow me, they must be in the den."

 Ginger guided me through the dining room into a spotlessly clean kitchen. As we crossed to an open door at the opposite end of the kitchen, she said, "Scotty does most of the cooking and cleaning. He's a neat freak. I'm a slob. I know it's supposed to be the other way around, but what can I say? After all, this is the twenty-first century."

 We passed through the open door. Ginger said, "This room should really be called the living room because this is where we actually live. We call it the den, but it really isn't a den. We were told that when Louie Vanelli owned the house it was a game room. There was a billiards table, a poker table and a bar in here. Neither of us plays poker or pool, so we don't need those. You can see we did retain the bar.

 Maureen was seated at a massive varnished pine bar. It looked like it belonged in a 

traditional northern Minnesota or Wisconsin resort steak house. Actually the entire room looked like it belonged in a classic upper Midwest fishing resort. Like the bar, the walls were varnished tongue and groove cedar. A stone fireplace occupied one corner of the far wall. A gas insert had been installed in the fireplace. A flat screen television that had to be at least fifty inches in diameter hung on the wall next to the fireplace. Even though it was Florida, it was January. The evening was chilly. There was a fire going in the gas fireplace.

 Scotty was behind the bar opening a bottle of red wine. He looked up at us and said, "Welcome to our house Michael. Ginger, I'm opening a bottle of Zinfandel for Maureen. Is red okay for you or do you want me to open a bottle of Pinot Grigio?"

 "Red will be fine."

 As he poured two glasses of wine, he said, "Michael, I have Heineken, Stella and Coors in the fridge."

 "I would love a Heineken."

 After setting a glass of wine in front of Maureen, Scotty opened the refrigerator behind the bar and took out two bottles of Heineken. As he was opening them Maureen said, "I love this room. The windows are magnificent."

 I turned. I'd been so focused on Scotty, Ginger and Maureen that I'd failed to notice that the wall opposite the bar was solid glass. Since it was dark you couldn't actually see outside, but I had to agree with Maureen. The windows were magnificent.

 Ginger walked across the room and flipped several switches. Lights illuminated an oval swimming pool surrounded by a flag stone patio.

 "It's beautiful."

 Ginger smiled at Maureen. "Thank you, this is one of the reasons we bought the house. The yard backs up to the river, so there aren't any houses behind us and we have an eight foot privacy fence. We have some very exciting parties out there."

 Clearly intrigued, Maureen said, "Really?"

 Ginger answered, "Oh yes." And then she walked back to the bar, picked up the glass of wine Scotty had poured for her and said, "Now that we have our cocktails it's time to get to know each other a little better."

 In front of the television and gas fireplace two love seats and two chairs were arranged in a circle around a low coffee table. The love seats were opposite each other.

 Taking my arm, Ginger said, "Michael, why don't we sit together on this love seat. Maureen, you and Scotty can share the other one."

 Scotty picked up his beer, walked around the bar and offered Maureen his arm. "My dear, will you join me on the loveseat."

 Maureen grinned. "I would love that." She stood, picked up her glass of wine and took Scotty's arm. 

 As we were sitting down, Ginger said, "Scotty, before you sit down why don't you turn on the video you made of Doug and me last weekend."

 Scotty looked at her. "Are you sure?"

 "I think it will help us get to know each other."

 Chuckling, Scotty said, "It certainly will do that." Gesturing to the love seat across from Ginger and me, Scotty said to Maureen, "Please sit down, I'll join you in a moment."

 Ginger slipped her hand inside my thigh and whispered, "I think you'll enjoy this video."

 Scotty switched on a lap top computer that was attached to the flat screen television on the wall. At the same time Ginger picked up a remote control next to her and turned on the television. A moment later a video filled the screen. A tall handsome black man was sitting on the love seat Ginger and I were currently occupying. He was naked. Ginger was kneeling on the floor between his legs. She was also naked. She was sucking his cock. I noticed that the man was amazingly well endowed.

 Maureen noticed too. Gasping, she said, "Oh my!"

 "That's our friend, Robert. He teaches economics at Bonita Springs Community College."

 "He certainly is..." Maureen's voice trailed off. It was clear that she was a bit taken aback by the size of Robert's manhood.

 Giggling, Ginger said, "Well hung? Yes he is. He knows how to use it too."

 "Have you taken him? You know, inside you?"

 "You mean, has he fucked me? Many times. If we keep watching the video you'll get to see him in action."

 Maureen stared at the television.

 "You'll have to meet him. He really is fun."

 Maureen looked at Ginger with a combination of shock, disbelief and trepidation.

 She laughed. "Don't worry, he's very gentle. He understands how to go slow."

 I was smiling. Ginger noticed and asked, "What are you finding so amusing?"

 I briefly felt reticent about admitting why I was smiling, but then I remembered that we were watching a video of our hostess sucking another man's cock, a video taken by her husband. Realizing that with Ginger and Scotty there wasn't any reason to be ashamed about anything, I answered truthfully. "I was just thinking that my wife would love to meet Robert."

 "I'm sure she would and it can be easily arranged. Robert loves to meet new women. All you have to do is buy your wife an airplane ticket to Fort Meyers." 

 "There will come a time, but..."

 Maureen said, "It's time for Michael to go home. That has to happen before they can do anything else."

 Ginger considered that. After a moment she asked, "Why aren't you on your way home right now?"

 Again answering for me, Maureen said, "I gather he told you about his two friends in Tucson."

 "Yes, he did."

 "They helped him when he was in need. Right now I'm in the process of breaking up with my husband. Michael feels like he can repay his friends in Tucson by helping me."

 Smiling, Ginger said, "I have to admit that in a weird way that kind of makes sense."

 Scotty said, "I think it's admirable. Michael I applaud you for what you're doing."

 "Scotty honey you have always lived by the code of the Round Table." Ginger laughed. "It's one of the ten million reasons I'm madly in love with you."

 Scotty grinned. 

 Ginger turned to me and said, "We can take care of Reeney."

 "Thank you, that's a nice offer, but we just met you."

 Scotty said, "We understand. After you get to know us better, you can go home."

 Maureen said, "Hey do I have a say in this?"

 "Of course you do. I promise that I won't leave until you tell me you're ready."

 "Michael the only commitment you made to me was to put me through slut boot camp."

 Ginger clapped her hands in glee. "Slut boot camp! I love it. We could easily take over that responsibility. Scotty and I both have PhD's in promiscuity."

 After taking a second to consider Ginger's offer, Maureen said, "While I'm already convinced that you'd both be very capable, I'd still like to get to know you better."

 Scotty said, "Of course and this seems like a good time to begin. I've heard a little bit about your situation and I gather that Michael has told Ginger a lot about his situation. What would you like to know about us?"

 Maureen said, "I have to admit that I'm very curious."

 "About what? Tell us." Ginger's voice was soft and nonthreatening.

 There was a moment of silence. It was clear that Maureen was carefully formulating her question. Finally she said, "The two of you have adopted an adventurous life style. Right now were watching a video your husband took of you sucking another man's cock."

 "Adventurous is a polite way to describe it." Ginger was chuckling.

 "I'm trying hard to avoid sounding critical or judgmental. Frankly I find your lifestyle intriguing."

 Agreeing with Maureen, I said, "I do too, and for me there's an added dimension."

 "The similarity to the lifestyle your wife is trying to create for the two of you."

 "Yes Maureen, that's exactly right, but there's still more."

 Ginger said, "Tell us."

 "During the time I've been away from home I've had a number of discussions with my wife about our new life style. I've also talked to my daughters about it and of course Amy and Mel, my two friends in Tucson. They gave me a lot of help, but until tonight I've only had the opportunity to talk to one other man who enjoyed the lifestyle."

 Genuinely interested, Ginger asked, "Who was that Michael?"

 Maureen said, "You're talking about Ruth's husband, David."

 "No, David and I have never had an opportunity to discuss any of this and..."

 "Then you're referring to Tricia's boyfriend, Paul." 

 I understood exactly what Maureen was doing. She wasn't trying to be rude. I'd helped her and now she saw an opportunity to try to help me. She was just being a little over eager.

 I smiled at her. "No, I'm not talking about Paul either."

 Maureen looked at me with a puzzled expression.

 "I'm talking about my old friend Charles Montgomery. A couple of days after Jeanne made her announcement that she was going to start dating other men he confided in me that when they were younger his wife, Edith had regularly dated other men and then he went on to tell me that he actually learned to enjoy her dating. He loved his wife and seeing her happy made him happy."

 Maureen smiled. "I remember now. You told me about this during dinner the other night. She had three married girlfriends who went out with her. They called themselves the four harlots. Before they went out they always spent time getting slutted up."

 "That's right."

 Ginger laughed. "The four harlots? Getting slutted up? I would love to meet this woman. She sounds like a kindred spirit."

 "Yes, she certainly does." Scotty was grinning.

 After giving her husband a quick wink Ginger said, "I'm serious, I really would like to meet this woman."

 "She and her husband are both old now. She doesn't party with other men anymore."

 "That doesn't matter."

 "But she does still party with her husband."

 "What do you mean?"

 "There's a porn star who Charles thinks looks like Edith when she was much younger. 

Occasionally Edith will get slutted up and they'll watch one of the porn star's movies together."

 Ginger clapped her hands together. "I love it. Scotty, when we're old I want to do that."

 Scotty said, "I'm in, but we won't need a porn star look alike. We have a whole library of you in action."

 "We do, don't we." Ginger turned to Maureen. "Reeney do you want to get slutted up and go out tomorrow night?"

 Caught off guard by this sudden proposal, Maureen stammered, "I ah, I don't know."

 "Friday night is a great time to go out and southern Florida has some interesting night clubs for adventurous women."

 "But what about Michael and Scotty?"

 "I'm pretty sure they'd both enjoy following us."

 Maureen looked at me. Shrugging, I said, "I'm on board."

 Scotty said, "Me too. This sounds like a great evening."

 "My boy is certainly predictable and it appears that your friend Michael is too."

 Maureen said, "Okay, I guess it's a date. Tomorrow night you and I are going to get slutted up and hit some clubs."

 "Reeney honey, we're going man hunting."

 Maureen blushed. 

 Squeezing Maureen's hand, Scotty said, "You're going to have fun and Ginger will take very good care of you."

 "Yes I will, but we're off task. You're supposed to be learning about us. You were about to ask us a question."

 Maureen said, "Actually I have lots of questions."

 Ginger smiled. "We'll answer them all, but you have to ask them one at a time."