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Jackie and Artie  Ch. 01

By: Goodhusband



"Jackie and Artie" is romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative lifestyle. If this subject matter offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable I strongly suggest that you find something else to read.

For my friend Peakmb, a consummate critic of cuckold erotica.




"Hi Artie, I have my bag. I'm in front of door three on the arrival level."

"I'll be right there." 

I set my cell phone down, put my Ford Escape into gear and pulled out of the cell phone waiting lot. Jackie, my wife of eleven years was returning from a continuing legal education course in Atlanta. She'd called me twenty minutes earlier to let me know that her plane had landed. Of course, she still had to retrieve her bag from the baggage area. 

As I drove onto the arrival level I looked ahead to door three and spotted my wife. She saw me too and waved.

Jacqueline Conners was a beautiful woman. At thirty-three regular exercise and a sensible diet had helped her stave off the physical ravages of two pregnancies and an intense, pressure filled legal career. She took pride in the fact that eleven years after graduation her weight was exactly the same as it was the day she started her senior year in college.

I pulled up to the curb. Jackie opened the back door. After tossing her bag onto the back seat, she opened the front door, slipped into the passenger seat, leaned over, kissed my cheek and said; "I missed you."

Smiling at my wife, I said; "I missed you too." And then I shifted my Escape into gear and pulled away from the curb.

As I accelerated into the traffic lane, I glanced at Jackie out of the corner of my eye. She was dressed in blue jeans and a tight fitting top that accentuated her large bust. My wife had a fabulous figure and she loved showing it off. Her auburn hair was casually pulled back into a pony tail. A light touch of lip stick and eye shadow highlighted the classic features of her pretty face. Jackie really was a beautiful woman and I wondered, as I often did, why she was attracted to a skinny little runt like me.

I'm Arthur Hammond, everyone calls he Artie. At five foot seven inches and one hundred forty-five pounds, I'm hardly the broad shouldered linebacker type that one would expect to see with a woman as desirable as my wife. I'd like to tell you that I was rich, but I'm not and I never will be. In fact Jackie makes eight times as much money as I do. 

Immediately after graduating from college, Jackie and I got married. The following fall I took a job teaching English at Benjamin Franklin Senior high school. I had to do it, six months after we were married Jackie gave birth to our first daughter, Cassandra. Yeah, everyone else did the math too. Our second and final child, another girl, Monica was born a year later.

Jackie had always wanted to be an attorney, so a year after Monica was born she started law school. Every morning Jackie dropped the girls off at her mother's house on her way to the law school and every afternoon I picked them up on my way home from Franklin Senior High. Since I had more free time, I became the de facto homemaker for our household. 

A good student, Jackie graduated at the top of her law school class. Heavily recruited, she accepted a position with a prestigious local firm. While her starting salary was noteworthy, so were her hours. Because of her demanding schedule, the only reasonable course of action was for me to continue as de facto homemaker. 

That is exactly what I did. I cleaned, did the laundry, cooked meals and took care of the children while my wife pursued her law career. Don't get me wrong, Jackie has always been a good wife and mother. When she did have time, she always tried to help out. If the girls or I needed her, she would always be there for us. Still, there was never any doubt that her career took priority over mine. I didn't mind. I've always been proud of my life. I'm a good teacher and our girls both seem to be happy, well adjusted children; so I believe I'm also a good parent and homemaker.

Once we were moving with the traffic, Jackie asked; "Who's taking care of the girls?"

It was 4:00 pm on a Monday, a school day. Our girls were now in the fifth and sixth grade. While they were growing up quickly, they still needed someone to watch over them after school was over. Usually that was my responsibility, but of course, that day I was picking Jackie up at the airport.

"Your mother picked them up after school. She's taking them to a movie and then out for pizza. They're staying with her tonight. She'll bring them to school in the morning."

Jackie flashed me a lascivious grin, "So we're alone tonight."

"Yes."

"That's good, because I'm in the mood for a little pampering."

"Did you have a rough night last night?"

"I wouldn't call it rough, but it certainly was rigorous."

"I gather you met someone at the seminar."

"Of course, that's why I love these trips so much."

"Was he handsome?"

"Yes he was."

"Was he good?"

"He was fabulous. Artie, last night he wore me out."

"I'm impressed. Men who can wear you out are rare."

"Yes they are and you know me, when I find one I like to take the time to fully enjoy him."

My wife has always been a passionate woman. She appreciates life and all the pleasures that come with it. That includes sex, sex with a variety of partners. She also admits that she's a size queen. She relishes a big cock. Since I'm not only slightly built, but slightly endowed as well; that admission came as both a shock and a concern.

When I met Jackie, I knew she had a reputation. I didn't care. After we started dating regularly, I continued to hear rumors that she was still partying with other guys. Again, I didn't care. Jackie was an independent, free spirit. That was one of the reasons I found her so attractive. While we never talked about it, I always felt confident that the other guys were just fun and games and I was the only man she loved. 

At our wedding we both made the traditional vow to forsake all others. I chose to assume that meant that Jackie was finished playing around. I wasn't positive that I actually believed that and frankly, I wasn't certain that it mattered to me. I really did believe that I was the only man Jackie loved. If she was continuing to party with other guys I was confident it was still just fun and games. That said, Jackie did make the promise at our wedding and I preferred to assume that she was being truthful. That position made life much less complicated.

Six years later I was confronted with indisputable evidence that Jackie wasn't keeping the promise she'd made at our wedding. I still clearly remember that day. Just after lunch a fight broke out in the classroom across the hall from mine. I rushed over, grabbed one of the combatants and wrestled him to the ground. Unfortunately his opponent had punched him in the nose and he was bleeding profusely. During our struggle I was covered with his blood.

After the fight was ended and the two students had been brought to the office, the principal arranged class coverage for me so that I could go home, take a shower and change clothes.

When I arrived at my house I opened my garage door and was surprised to find Jackie's Mercedes parked in her stall. Even more surprising, a black BMW was occupying my space. Hoping that there was an innocent explanation, I parked my Escape behind my wife's car and went into the house.

As I entered the living room, I heard the familiar coos and moans Jackie makes during sex. The sounds were coming from the bedroom area of the house. Now fully resigned to what was happening, I walked down the hall. The door to the master bedroom was ajar. I opened it wider and looked inside. Jackie and a strange man were on our bed. They were both naked. The man was on top of my wife. He was fucking her.

Fascinated, I watched. This may be hard to believe, but my first reaction wasn't anger. Instead, I was struck by how beautiful Jackie was and how much she seemed to be enjoying herself. I also have to admit that I was aroused, incredibly aroused.

During our engagement, I'd heard enough rumors to convince me that Jackie had been actively playing around; but I'd never actually been confronted by it, so it had been easy to pretend it wasn't happening.

At our wedding, Jackie did make a vow of fidelity; but I always felt that it was unlikely that she was keeping that vow. Again, having never been confronted with hard evidence, it was easy to pretend ignorance. 

Still the suspicions lingered in the recesses of my consciousness. Over time, they became seeds that sprouted fantasies about Jackie and other men. At first I tried to fight them. Getting aroused by the thought of another man fucking your wife seemed perverted and it certainly wasn't macho. 

Despite diligent efforts to purge myself of these fantasies, they not only persisted, they grew. Gradually the ever increasing excitement I felt when I pictured Jackie with another man completely smothered any reticence I had about the inappropriateness of what I was imagining. It wasn't long before I was freely day dreaming about being Jackie's cuckold husband.

During that time, my wife graduated from law school with honors and accepted a highly paid position with a prominent local law firm. 

While she was doing that I was taking full responsibility for all of the household chores. Over time my domestic duties made me feel less like Jackie's husband and more like her servant. Surprisingly, I found that I was not only willing to accept that role, I relished it. It excited me. Apparently, our marital situation had uncovered a submissive streak in me and while I was sure it was unconscious and she didn't recognize it, a dominant streak in Jackie. 

Like the cuckold fantasies, I initially tried to suppress my submissive inclinations; but again the excitement they created was so intense that it wasn't long before I was freely dreaming about being Jackie's slave.

So that day, as I stood in the doorway to our bedroom watching my wife and fantasy mistress enjoying herself with one of her stud lovers; my initial reaction was an overwhelming desire to take out my tiny cock and masturbate. I didn't. Suddenly feeling that it wouldn't be right, I stopped myself. I was an interloper. I didn't have an invitation to this party. 

That realization squashed my excitement and two less welcome emotions, hurt and anger quickly replaced it. I wasn't angry because Jackie was cheating on me, I was upset because she'd lied to me and I was hurt that she'd chosen to hide this part of her life from me. Why couldn't Jackie have been honest and shared it with me? Why couldn't I have been an invited guest at this party? But Jackie hadn't chosen to share this part of her life with me and I wasn't an invited guest at this party so my hurt and anger grew. 

I could have continued watching them. They were both so engaged in what they were doing that they were totally oblivious to my presence. I couldn't do that anymore. I felt like I was intruding on an intimate moment that wasn't supposed to include me. Overwhelmed by hurt and embarrassment, I thought about leaving. I didn't. My anger was rising and it took hold of me. This was my bedroom. I had a right to be here. This strange man was the intruder. I was in the middle of a personal emergency, I needed to take a shower, change my clothes and get back to work. 

Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the bedroom and said; "Excuse me, I had a crisis at work. I need to take a shower and change my clothes." Now when I think about it, I realize that was an odd initial comment, but it was accurate.

The man reacted first. He stopped fucking my wife, looked over at me and stared. After a moment he asked; "Who the fuck are you?"

His question made my anger boil over. The son of a bitch was actually trying to intimidate me in my own house. Of course his question and aggressive demeanor were due more to shock and surprise than a desire to intimidate, but at that moment I wasn't in the mood to give him the benefit of the doubt. In a voice dripping with venom, I answered; "This is my fucking bedroom and I think the real question is, who the fuck are you?"

As the reality of the situation began to sink in, the man's face turned gray with fear and concern. At the same moment the noise and activity in the room roused my wife from her stupor of lust. 

Seeing me standing in the doorway, Jackie screamed; "Artie, what are you doing at home? You're supposed to be in school." And then she started trying to push the man off of her so she could sit up. 

"I helped break up a fight in Mel Bronson's room. The student I grabbed was bleeding. I'm covered with his blood. I need to clean up."

"Are you hurt?" There was genuine concern in Jackie's voice.

"No, I'm okay. I just need to clean up."

The man was now off of my wife and sitting up. He started to say something, but Jackie quickly cut him off. "Ron, be quiet. Please just get dressed and go."

Noting the desperate determination in Jackie's voice, he nodded and then without making further attempts to comment, stood, picked up his underwear and pants from the chair by the side of the bed and started to get dressed. I couldn't help noticing that his remarkably large cock was still partially erect.

Looking at Jackie, I said; "As soon as I'm cleaned up I have get back to work, so he might as well stay. That way you can finish what you were doing." I didn't make any effort to mask the hurt and anger I was feeling.

"No Artie, you can't go back to work. We have to talk." 

"I don't have any choice. I have to go back. I only have class coverage for one period and I'm running out of time."

"But..."

I held up my hand and barked, "Later!" And then, shaking my head, I hurried into the bathroom and started stripping off my clothes. I didn't shut the door.

From the bedroom, I heard the man say, "Jackie, are you going to be okay?"

Jackie answered; "Yes, I'll be fine. Artie's mad and my marriage may be in trouble, but I don't believe he'd ever hurt me. Please hurry, you absolutely have to be gone by the time he gets out of the shower."

"Will you call me?"

"Yes, tomorrow morning."

"When can I see you again?"

"Ron, be serious. My marriage is about to collapse. We had a good time, but that's all it was. Artie is my husband. I love him and I don't want to lose him. This has to be the last time for you and me."

"I see, well I'm sorry; I'm going to miss our little get togethers, but if that's the way it has to be, then that's the way it has to be."

"Ron, if Artie divorces me, it's likely that you'll be named in the suit. If that happens...."

Gasping with horror, Ron interrupted Jackie. "My wife will find out! Jackie, I'll be ruined! You have to talk him out of doing that!"

"Do you still want to see me again?"

"No, no of course you're right. We can't ever see each other again. Jackie, I'd better leave. I shouldn't be here when he gets out of the shower."

Smiling at the smug s.o.b.'s sudden change of heart, I stepped into the shower.

While I showered my anger at my wife began to dissipate. Based on what she'd just said to Ron it was clear that despite her lies and infidelity, Jackie still loved me. 

Nonetheless, we were going to have to talk. Jackie had lied to me. She'd also deliberately hidden a part of herself from me and now that I'd been confronted with indisputable evidence that I could neither deny nor rationalize away, I was angry. No that wasn't correct, I wasn't angry, I was hurt by Jackie's deceit. Also I felt cheated. Call me a pervert, but I would have enjoyed knowing about her infidelity while it was happening. I would have preferred to have been a knowing cuckold rather than an ignorant one.

As soon as I finished my shower I returned to the bedroom. Jackie was busy putting clean sheets on the bed. I started getting dressed. Clearly on edge, Jackie watched me. She was waiting for me to say something. I didn't.

Finally she said, "You must be incredibly angry with me. I don't blame you. I feel awful about what just happened."

I looked at her. "What do you mean? Why do you feel awful? Because I came home unexpectedly and caught you? Or because you did it?"

Jackie thought for a moment and then she said; "Both I guess."

"And I'm not angry."

"You're not?"

"No, but I am hurt. Jackie, you deceived me. You deliberately hid part of your life from me."

"I had to hide it from you. How could I possibly tell you that I was cheating on you?"

"I can't talk about this now. I have to get back to work."

"Yes, I understand, but can you tell me something before you leave?"

"What?"

"Do we have a chance? I promise that Ron is history."

"Jackie, I love you with all my heart and soul; so yes, we do have a chance."

"I love you too Artie. If you do give me another chance I promise I'll make this up to you."

"We'll talk tonight."

"Thank you Artie."

I picked up my wallet and car keys. 

As I left the bedroom Jackie called after me. "Artie I really do love you."

After my school day ended I picked up the girls at their elementary school. When we arrived home Jackie's Mercedes was gone. I assumed that she'd gone back to work. I would have been surprised if she hadn't. The law firm that employed Jackie paid her a generous salary, but in return they demanded diligent effort. My wife was expected to be an extremely industrious attorney.

Once we were in the house I got the girls settled at the kitchen table with coloring books and crayons and then I started a load of wash. After that, I turned my attention to making dinner.

I'd just finished cutting up some raw carrots when I heard Jackie's car pull into the garage. A moment later the back door opened and she walked into the house. After greeting the girls she turned and looked at me. For several seconds we stared at each other. The tension between us was palpable.

Finally Jackie said; "I'm relieved to see that you're still here. I was afraid you'd be gone."

"I told you I'd be here." And then I added, "I don't tell you lies."

Closing her eyes, Jackie sighed and said, "Yes and I'm ashamed to admit that you're the only one here who can say that."

We were both silent. After several seconds I said; "I don't want to alarm the girls. Let's try to follow our usual evening routine. We can talk after they're in bed."

Jackie nodded. "That's a good idea." And then looking into my eyes, she said; "Artie I love you, I really do."

"I know, I love you too Jackie."

"Do you Artie, even now?"

"Yes, even now."

"I hope that's true."

The four of us sat at the kitchen table and had a normal dinner. After dinner Jackie and the girls watched cartoons on television while I cleaned the kitchen. As soon as I was finished Jackie and I told the girls to get ready for bed. Once they were in their pajamas and in bed we read them a story. As soon as they were asleep we tiptoed out of their bedroom into the living room.

Jackie sat down on the couch. 

I asked her, "Would you like a glass of wine?"

"That would be nice."

I went to the kitchen, poured two glasses of red wine and returned to the living room. As I handed Jackie her glass of wine, she patted the spot next to her on the couch and said; "Sit here next to me?"

Shaking my head, I said; "No not tonight." And then I sat down in the chair across from her.

Jackie slowly nodded. My response had sapped her of any remaining confidence she might have had. Now clearly anxious, she watched me. 

Not finding any joy in her obvious discomfort, I set my glass of wine on the table next to me, took deep a breath and asked; "Was this the first time?" 


Jackie and Artie  Ch. 01



I knew it wasn't. Jackie's conversation with Ron while I was getting into the shower had made that perfectly clear. I'd also noticed things, signs that suggested that Jackie had been playing around with other men for several years. That and the gossip I'd heard while we were engaged had me convinced that Jackie had been unfaithful to me since we met. 

Jackie didn't know that I'd overheard her conversation with Ron and insomuch as I'd never mentioned my suspicions about her behavior since we were married or the rumors I'd heard before we were married; Jackie didn't know how much I already knew. My question was an attempt to establish whether or not she was now willing to be truthful with me.

Alarm flashed through Jackie's eyes and then she looked down at the floor. It was apparent that she was trying to avoid my gaze while she decided just how much she dared to admit.

Not wanting her to fail this test, I decided to help her. "Jackie, I already know more than you think I know. I believe I can forgive your infidelity. Lying is much harder to forgive."

Looking up at me, Jackie said; "If I tell you the truth I know you'll leave me."

"That may or may not be true, but if I discover that you're continuing to lie to me you can be certain that I will divorce you."

Jackie considered that. After a moment I saw her eyes light up with a glimmer of hope. Staring at me, she said; "You wouldn't dare divorce me. This is a no fault divorce state. I'm the girl's mother; I'll get custody of the children. You'll have to pay child support. I remind you that you're just a teacher. The payments would bankrupt you."

Both shocked and hurt that Jackie would take that position, I stood up. Barely able to contain my anger, I said; "If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I never would have believed that you cared so little about our marriage or our children that you'd threaten me like that. All I was asking you to do was tell me the truth. Apparently that's something you're not capable of doing. I'll move down to the basement tonight. You get your lawyer and I'll get mine. I suspect that you may learn that your position isn't quite as inviolate as you seem to think it is. I remind you that I worked and took care of the girls while you were going to law school. I may be just a teacher and not a big time lawyer like you, but I believe that it's very likely that the courts will view your law degree as our community property. I can also easily establish that I have always been and continue to be the girl's primary care giver. When it comes to the question of custody, that may be a more important issue than our respective genders." 

Seething with anger, I turned, stormed out of the living room and walked directly to our bedroom where I began gathering together my clothes so that I could move to the small guest bedroom we'd built next to the basement recreation room.

I'd just finished packing my socks and underwear when I heard a knock on the door. I turned. Jackie was standing in the doorway.

She asked, "May I come in?"

"What's stopping you? This afternoon you clearly established that this room is your personal playground." My voice was dripping with sarcasm.

Jackie winced.

We stared at each other.

After a moment she said; "I want to apologize for what I just said to you in the living room. It was a stupid threat. Please believe me when I say that I didn't mean it."

"Then why did you say it?"

"I was desperate. Artie, I've been a terrible wife. When you learn the truth, I'm sure you'll divorce me immediately."

"So you were trying to avoid having to tell me the truth?"

"Yes. Artie I love you and I do understand and appreciate everything you've done for me. I would never try to hurt you in a divorce and I would never dream of doing anything that would separate you from our girls."

Smiling at Jackie, I said; "I believe you. That's why your words were such a shock. You may have been unfaithful to me, but I can't believe that you would ever try to hurt either me or the girls."

Jackie shook her head. "I wouldn't, I couldn't."

"I know that. I could never do anything that would hurt you either and no matter what you've done or what happens to us, I will never try to keep the girls away from you."

"Thank you Artie." Jackie paused. After a moment she said; "Artie."

"Yes."

"I wasn't trying to denigrate your profession when I said you were just a teacher. I really wasn't. I was only trying to make a point about your ability to make child support payments. It was a stupid point. I so wish I could take those words back."

"It's okay; I understand why you said them. I've already forgiven you."

Smiling at me, Jackie said; "Thank you again Artie."

I smiled back at Jackie and sat down on the bed. "So, are you ready to tell me the truth?"

Jackie's smile vanished. "Do I have to?"

"Yes, you have to." I patted the spot on the bed next to me. "Sit down, it's time."

"Artie, you'll hate me."

"I might be angry with you, but I'll never hate you."

"Promise?"

"I promise." I patted the bed again. "Now come over here and sit down."

"Okay." Jackie sat down next to me.

There was silence.

Finally I said; "It's time."

"This is hard."

"So was walking into our bedroom and finding you with that guy this afternoon."

"You're right. Okay." Jackie took a deep breath. "Artie, I'm a..." She stopped herself in mid-sentence and then after a brief pause she continued; "Let's just say that I'm a woman who freely enjoys men."

I nodded. "Go on."

"So are my mother and my sister. It seems to run in our family. You know that my mother's been divorced twice."

"Yes."

"My dad and her second husband both threw her out because she kept cheating on them."

"I didn't know that."

"We don't talk about it much."

"I suppose not."

"My sister has never married because she knows she could never be faithful to one man."

"So what about you? You did get married."

"Yes I did."

"why?"

"Do you really have to ask?"

"Today I think I do."

"I fell in love."

"But you still cheated on me."

"Yes, I did."

"When did you start?"

"That's not a fair question."

"Why not?"

"It happened gradually."

"I don't understand."

"Well, at first we were just dating and I kept seeing other guys. It didn't seem like a big deal."

"When you say seeing other guys, don't you really mean you were fucking them?"

"Yes. Artie, that's exactly what I was doing and that's all I was doing. I was just fucking them."

"Please explain that."

"To my mother, my sister and me; sex is nothing more than a form of recreation like golf or tennis."

"Golf or tennis?"

"Yes, it's just a physical act."

"For many people sex is an intimate expression of love between a man and a woman."

"So is kissing and I've seen you kiss your Aunt Edie's friend Myrtle. Do you love her?"

"That's a ridiculous analogy."

"Is it? When we sit on the couch together watching television late at night you often put your arm around me and hold me. I think that's one of the most romantic things we do. We're just watching television, but we're in love so watching television together becomes a wonderfully romantic act. Artie, watching television on the couch isn't romantic; the fact that we love each other is what makes it romantic."

"But being in love is what makes sex special."

"Of course being in love makes sex special; being in love makes everything special. Being in love makes watching television special; but that doesn't mean you can't enjoy watching television with someone you don't love. Watching television with someone you just met can be fun too. It isn't as much fun as watching television with someone you love, but it's still fun."

"If you're in love with someone, why would you want to watch television with someone else?"

"Variety is one reason. Watching television with someone new is not just fun, it's exciting. Also some people are extremely talented at watching television. They may not necessarily be good mates, but they're outstanding television partners. Occasionally it's fun to watch television with one of those people."

"I think it's time to drop the euphemisms. You're telling me that you enjoy having a variety of sex partners and that some partners are better than others."

"Yes, I'm sorry Artie, but that's exactly what I'm saying."

"Don't you think you should have told me that before we got married?"

"If I'd told you, would you have married me? Be honest."

I looked into Jackie's eyes and said; "I'm not sure, probably not, but maybe I would have. I did kind of know."

"You kind of knew, what do you mean?"

"There was an overlap in our circle of friends. People dropped hints."

"Yes, I never thought about that, but now that you say it I realize it was true. We did have some common friends and I'm sure they did talk. Why didn't you ever confront me about what I was doing?"

"Because then I would have known for sure. That would have made it much harder for me to ignore it. I've always loved you and I've always wanted to be with you. It was easier to pretend I didn't know."

"That must have been difficult for you. I'm sorry I put you in that position. I was stupid. I never really thought about the consequences of my actions."

I shrugged.

Jackie thought for a moment and then she asked, "Do you really think there was a chance you might have still married me if I'd told you?"

"Yes, but actually it's more likely now than it was then."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Tell me."

This was going to be difficult, but I knew it was something I both had to explain and desperately wanted to explain. Closing my eyes, I took a moment to gather my courage and then I said; "While I chose to ignore the rumors I heard during our engagement; they did create suspicions, suspicions that were difficult to ignore."

"Yes, I'm sure they did. Artie I really am sorry about that. I was stupid and narcissistic."

"It's okay, it was just as much my fault as yours. I could have confronted you."

Jackie shook her head. She didn't fully accept that assertion.

I hesitated.

Noticing, Jackie asked; "Artie, what's wrong?"

"This is kind of hard to admit."

"Sweetheart, you don't have anything to be ashamed about. You've been a prince. I'm the one who's acted badly."

"That isn't completely true."

"What do you mean? Artie did you cheat too?"

"No, of course not."

"Then what did you do that you think was so bad?"

Ashamed and overwhelmed with anxiety, I stared at Jackie. She met my gaze and smiled. It was a gentle reassuring smile. 

Her smile gave me enough confidence to proceed. I said; "The suspicions I had while we were engaged were hard to ignore."

"Artie I really am sorry."

"No, it's okay; it really is, just let me finish."

"Okay."

"When we were apart, I kept picturing you with other guys."

"Artie, that must have been awful for you. I'll never be able to forgive myself for being so callous."

"No please, it really was okay." And then I blurted it out. "Jackie it excited me."

"What? I don't understand."

"Imagining you with other guys excited me."

Jackie stared at me. After a moment she said; "Really?"

"Yes." And then I quietly added, "Admitting that to you is unbelievably embarrassing."

Jackie continued staring at me. Finally she said, "Yes, I imagine it is." Her tone of voice was devoid of emotion giving her a statement a sense of detachment or even worse, distaste.

Already embarrassed by my frank admission, I interpreted Jackie's words as an expression of pity and disgust. Utterly shamed, anger welled up inside of me. I stood. Lashing out in defense, I said; "Yes, well now that you know that you're married to a pervert wimp you can feel free to dump me without guilt." And then I turned. As I stormed out of our bedroom I called back to Jackie; "You're a lawyer, get it done quickly and in the future please spare me your pity and disgust."

I retreated to the spare bedroom in the basement. As soon as I was safely inside my refuge I closed and locked the door, sat down on the bed and buried my face in my hands. I was utterly humiliated. I was also convinced that I'd lost Jackie. It was clear to me that I was now an object of ridicule to her. I cringed as I imagined her laughing hysterically while she told Ron about my pathetic confession.

As I sat on the bed wallowing in my misery, I heard footsteps on the stairs. Realizing that it was Jackie I waited, bracing for more abuse. 

After a moment there was a knock on the door. I didn't respond. There was a pause and then Jackie tried opening the door. Finding it locked, she said; "Artie, please let me in, please let me talk to you."

Jackie waited for me to answer. When I didn't she said; "Artie, you misinterpreted what I said. When I told you that I understood that your admission was embarrassing, I wasn't judging you, I was only trying to commiserate with you. I was trying to let you know that I understood how difficult that admission must have been for you. Sweetheart, I do not pity you and you certainly don't disgust me. Artie honey, you are the love of my life. I can't bear the thought of living without you. Please let me in so we can discuss this.

I understood immediately. I had totally misinterpreted Jackie's comment and now that I did understand I felt foolish. Too embarrassed to speak; I stood up, walked over to the door and unlocked it.

Opening the door, Jackie walked directly over to me, threw her arms around my shoulders, pulled me tightly to her and said; "Damn it Artie, I love you. You are the man of my dreams and you always will be. It now appears that we're a couple of perverts, me more than you, but so what! We love each other and as far as I'm concerned that's all that matters." Stepping back, Jackie looked into my eyes and asked; "What about you?"

Laughing, I said; "I think I may be a bigger pervert than you are, but yes I do love you and all I want out of life is to be able to stay with you, so if you're willing to put up with a husband who's a pathetic wimp, I'm yours."

Jackie laughed. "Can you tolerate being married to a shameless slut?"

"Tolerate it? Hell, I can't think of anything I'd like more."

Staring at me, Jackie paused for a moment and then she asked, "Are you sure?"

I nodded. "Absolutely positive."

Jackie grinned. "Artie I'm so sorry I lied to you and hid part of my life from you."

"You didn't know. I do understand why you were afraid to tell me and honestly I have to admit that if you had confessed everything seven years ago, I'm not sure how I would have reacted. We might not be married and we wouldn't have Cassandra and Monica."

Suddenly a question occurred to me and I blanched. It was a question of staggering importance. 

Recognizing the apprehension in my eyes and understanding immediately, Jackie said; "Yes, they are yours."

"How can you be sure?"

"I was always certain about Monica. At the time she was conceived you were the only one." Looking at me Jackie said, "That really is true Artie."

I nodded.

Jackie continued. "Cassandra worried me, but not a lot. When she was conceived you were the only one who was doing me bareback. The other guys all had to wear condoms."

"Thank you for that consideration."

"Are you being sarcastic?"

"I'm sorry, getting used to all of this is going to take a little time."

Jackie nodded.

I smiled and then I asked, "You said you were worried, why?"

"Condoms aren't perfect."

"I see, so actually we don't know for sure."

"Yes we do. I had to be positive. Artie I really do love you. The fear that Cassandra might not be your child was tearing me apart. A year ago I brought her to her doctor along with a lock of your hair and asked for a genetic test. They weren't surprised. Apparently this is a common request. Anyway, Cassandra is definitely your daughter. If you'd like to see it, I still have the clinic report."

"No that's okay, I believe you and thank you, I do appreciate your concern and your effort."

Jackie stared at me. 

I watched her, after a moment I asked; "What?"

She said, "This is going to take some time, isn't it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Artie, I love you more than anyone on the face of this planet. You shouldn't have to thank me for my concern or my effort. That should be assumed."

Grinning at Jackie, I said; "I just admitted to being a pervert and you just admitted to being a slut. It doesn't matter, I love you every bit as much as I've always loved you and I want to believe that you love me just as much as you've always loved me. The problem we face is that we have to convince ourselves of that fact. It's going to take me some time to believe that you're still willing to love me when you know that I'm really a cuckold wimp."

"And it's going to take me some time to accept that even though I'm a lying slut, you still love me."

"I have a suggestion."

"What is it?"

"New pet names, maybe not in front of the kids, but when we're alone."

"What are they?"

"Mine should be wimp."

Understanding, Jackie laughed and said; "And mine should be slut."

Jackie sat down on the bed and pulled me down so I was sitting next to her. Once we were both settled, she asked; "So what do we do now?"

Smiling, I said; "I think we have to spend a little time getting to know each others secret side."

"If we do that, we're going to have to trust each other. If I tell you about everything I've done I'm terrified that you'll leave me."

"And I'm afraid you'll be disgusted when you find out how much of a wimp I really am."

Jackie laughed. "I think that was a good start."

"What do you mean?"

"We're both afraid and a little ashamed about revealing our kinkier sides. Admitting that to each other is a good beginning."

"You know what's funny?"

"What?"

"I think we complement each other perfectly. Getting together was the luckiest thing that's ever happened to either of us."

"Tell me."

"You were born to be a hot wife and I was born to be your cuckold husband."

"Hot wife and cuckold husband, you say them like they're common terms."

"In the cuckold fantasy world they are."

"The cuckold fantasy world? What's that?"

"On the Internet."

"On the Internet? Really?"

"Yes, there are a number of sites devoted to the cuckold hot wife life style on the Internet."

"I've heard the word cuckold before."

"Yes, in college. It's used in Chaucer's "Canterbury Tales"."

"Isn't it archaic?"

"It was, but not anymore."

"So exactly what does it mean?"

"It's the name for a man whose wife sleeps with other men."

"So you're a cuckold."

"Yes."

"And you don't object to that title."

"Now we're getting back into embarrassing admissions again."

"You're the one who demanded the truth."

"Okay,no; I don't object to the title, in fact it excites me."

"Please don't get mad. I'm not judging you when I say this."

"Okay..." There was a tone of guarded skepticism in my voice.

"Artie, I'm really not, but you have to understand that it's a little hard for me to believe what you're telling me."

"Do you think I'm lying to you?"

"No, no! Not at all, it's just that...Well I don't think most men would react that way."

"At first it was a little difficult for me to accept it too. I tried so hard to squash those feelings. It didn't matter, they kept coming back. Jackie, I can't explain it. I know it's not natural, but that is how I react. I've learned to accept it and if we're going to stay together you're going to have to learn to accept it too."

Slowly nodding, Jackie said; "A moment ago I told you that I wasn't judging you and I'm not." She laughed. "Hell, I'd be a fool to do that. This makes you the perfect husband for me."

I grinned at her.

She grinned back and then she said; "I'd also be a fraud. Who am I to judge you? I'm a slut, a married, cheating slut with the finest husband in the entire world. Why do I keep taking my panties off for other guys? Explain that one."




Jackie and Artie  Ch. 01



Shrugging, I said; "I can't, so I guess we're just going to have to accept each other the way we are."

"Can you do that Artie? Can you really accept having a wife who's a tramp?"

"You have to promise to be totally honest with me. You can't keep any secrets; I have to know everything about this part of your life."

"I'll try, but that might be difficult for me."

"Why? Don't you trust me?"

"I do trust you Artie."

"So why can't you be honest with me?"

Jackie stared at her feet. She was silent.

"Jackie, you can trust me and total honesty is essential if this marriage has any chance of working."

Slowly nodding, she said; "I know, it's just that sometimes I can be kind of adventurous. Sometimes I can be so adventurous that I'm ashamed of myself later. Artie, I've done some really bad things"

"Have you ever hurt anyone?"

Jackie looked at me. "No, never, absolutely not!" But then she hesitated. After a second she said; "Maybe you."

"Because you lied to me and cheated on me?"

"Yes."

"That's not what I meant. That's a separate issue and we're working that out. What I meant is have you ever hurt anyone. Have you intentionally injured someone? Were you a thief or a con artist?"

"No nothing like that."

"So you really haven't done anything that was bad."

"You're telling me that if it's between consenting adults and no one is getting hurt, it's not bad."

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

"I believe that too, but the commonly accepted norms of our culture are a bit more rigid than that."

"You mean like attitudes about husbands who allow their wives to date other men."

Jackie laughed. "That's exactly what I mean."

I smiled at Jackie. "We're adults, we get to set our own moral standards and I think both of us have strong enough moral compasses to be able to do that prudently."

Grinning, Jackie shook her head and said; "Artie honey, how was I ever lucky enough to find you?"

"As I said, we complement each other perfectly."

"Yes we do and I am very curious to learn more about this cuckold hot wife life style you've been talking about. You said there were web sites."

"Lots of them."

"I'd like to look at some of them and you mentioned stories."

"Yes I did."

"Could you show me several of your favorites? I'd like to read them."

"I will; but when I do that I'll be revealing quite a bit about my secret side."

"Is that bad?"

"I'm still worried about how you're going to react to some of what you're going to learn about me."

"We're going to have to trust each other."

"Right now I'm the only one doing any trusting."

Slowly nodding, Jackie said; "Okay, do you have any suggestions."

"Maybe you could answer a few questions first."

"You mean about my secret side."

"That's right."

"Why don't we start with one."

"Okay." I thought for a moment and then I said; "You just told me that you've done some things that later made you feel ashamed."

"Yes."

"What's the most shameful thing you've ever done?"

"You mean sexually?"

"Of course."

Jackie grinned. "You're asking for the big tuna right away. Maybe we could start with a little easier question and gradually work our way up to that one."

"I'm sorry, of course you're right. It's just that you mentioned it and now I can't stop wondering."

"I understand, it's all right; in fact I'm the one who should be apologizing. That admission had to be a real bomb for you. I'm sure you're imagining me in all kinds of outrageous situations. I'll tell you everything, I promise I will; but if you don't mind I'd like to build a little more trust before I answer that question."

"Okay, I'll be patient."

Jackie smiled. "Can you think of an easier question?"

Smiling back, I said; "Sure, I have lots of questions."

"I'm certain you do." And then Jackie sighed. "Artie, I really do wish that I'd been honest with you, but if I had I'm afraid that..."

"I might not have married you?"

"Yes."

"And that's a valid fear. At the time, I'm not sure I was ready to accept being your cuckold."

"Your cuckold, when you say it like that I feel like I'm being awful to you." 

"It doesn't have to be awful. If you're open with me and share this part of your life, I think it will be fun for both of us."

"I still don't get that. I understand how it will be fun for me. I'll be getting all the guilt free sex I want, but what about you? You told me that you don't want to play around with other women."

"If that was what I wanted, could I do that?"

"I'd be pretty hypocritical if I said no. Do you want to do that?"

"Actually I don't."

"So I don't get it."

"I think looking at the cuckold web sites might help you understand, but first you have to tell me a story. I'd like to hear about the first time you cheated on me after we got engaged. In my mind that was the moment I actually became a cuckold."

"Do you promise you won't get mad?" 

"Yes, I promise."

"Okay."

"Do you remember Ricky Tyler?"

"Sure, the basketball player, a tall slender black guy."

"That's right. The night after we got engaged you were studying for a test so you stayed at your apartment and I stayed at mine. About nine o'clock that night Ricky called me and asked if he could stop by. 

"I didn't know the two of you were friends."

"I deliberately avoided mentioning him to you."

"I see, so you were friends."

"Yes, we had a history. We'd been fuck pals for more than a year."

"Fuck pals?"

"Now everyone uses the term fuck buddies. We occasionally got together for some amazingly hot sex. Ricky had a beautiful big cock and he knew how to use it. Artie, are you familiar with the term, size queen?"

"Sure, it's a woman who likes men who have big..." I paused and then looking at Jackie, I asked; "Are you telling me that you're a size queen?"

"Yes."

"I have a small cock, if you're a size queen, why did you marry me?"

"Because you're smart, sweet, considerate and loving. As soon as I got to know you I realized that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you."

"With my small cock you had to realize that you never could have been satisfied with me."

"Honey, I love variety. Even if you had a twelve inch cock I still wouldn't have been satisfied with only you."

"I see."

For a moment we both stared at the floor. Finally, I said; "So I assume that when Ricky dropped by your apartment he ended up seducing you."

"He really didn't have to seduce me. When he called I knew exactly what he wanted and when I told him that he could come over I'd already made up my mind that I was going to let him fuck me. Artie, when he arrived I answered the door wearing nothing but my panties and bra."

Suddenly looking worried, Jackie asked; "Artie, is that too much detail?"

I smiled. "No, that's exactly what I want to hear."

"Really?"

"Yes."

Jackie laid her hand on my thigh and then she slowly moved it over until it was resting on my crotch. "You're hard; you are enjoying this story, aren't you."

"Yes I am." The combination of Jackie's touch and the mental image of her letting Ricky Tyler into her apartment while she was wearing nothing but her panties and bra had me breathless with excitement."

Fully aware of my arousal, Jackie leaned over, brushed my ear with her lips and whispered; "As soon as Ricky was inside my apartment he pulled me into his arms and kissed me hard on my lips."

"Did you resist?"

"No, I melted."

"What happened next?"

"Ricky pushed me to my knees, unzipped his pants and took out his cock."

"And you let him do that?"

"Artie, I would have begged him to do that."

"I don't understand, you'd never let me do that."

"You've never tried." Jackie paused for a second. She was thinking. Finally she said, "Artie I need to tell you something, but you have to promise me that you won't get mad, at least not until we've had a chance to talk about it."

"All right."

"Promise."

"Okay, I promise."

"Even if you did try, I don't think I'd let you do that."

"Why?"

"Remember, you promised we could talk about this before you get mad."

"Okay, but why?"

"Artie I married you because you're sweet, loving and gentle. I feel safe with you, you always treat me with dignity and respect and you're always concerned about my feelings."

"All right."

"Ricky was a nice guy and I know he never would have hurt me; but in bed he could be a callous brute. He took what he wanted."

"And you liked that."

Jackie smiled. "Artie, it was so hot. He used to make me suck his cock and lick his balls and when we fucked he'd toss me around like I was a toy."

"I could try to do that."

"No you couldn't, it's not in your nature and I don't want it to be in your nature."

"I don't understand, you said you enjoyed it."

"I do; but remember, I like variety. You're a sweet, gentle caring lover. You're the man I want as my bread and butter. You're the staple of my life. Men like Ricky are the spice." 

Jackie sighed, "Ricky made me do things for him that I would never do for..." Suddenly she stopped herself. She didn't finish her sentence, but it was too late. We both knew what she was about to say.

We stared at each other. After a moment Jackie said; "Artie, I've done things with other men that I've never done with you. I'm sorry, I'm so very sorry. I was never consciously trying to deny you anything. Please believe me; I'd never do that intentionally. I guess I never really thought about it. There were just some things I did with some men that I didn't do with others. Now that I realize that, I feel awful. You're the love of my life, how could I do things for other men that I didn't do for you?"

Slowly nodding, I said; "You've never licked my balls, in fact you almost never suck my cock anymore."

"That's not true! I do it all the time. I just did it..."

"Five weeks ago on my birthday." I finished Jackie's sentence.

She looked at me in horror. "No, that can't be true."

"It is true. Even when we get into a sixty-nine position you almost never suck me anymore. Sometimes you'll kiss the head of my cock, but mostly you stroke me with your hand while I lick your pussy."

"That's because you're so good at licking my pussy. I like to be able to focus all of my attention on the pleasure you're giving me." Jackie paused. After a moment she said; "That makes me sound awfully selfish, doesn't it?"

Not knowing exactly what to say, I just shrugged.

Jackie shook her head. "Artie, I never really thought about what I was doing. Well maybe I did." She looked at me. "Artie, when I suck your cock you tend to cum quickly. When I use my hands it's easier for me to control your level of arousal."

I nodded. And then a question occurred to me. I realized that it wasn't a kind question. Jackie already felt bad enough that she'd been doing things for other men that she hadn't been doing for me, but I was still smarting from her deceit so I had to ask. "Jackie, I have a question?"

"Yes?"

"Did you suck Ron's cock today? That was his name, Ron, right?"

Jackie stared at me. She looked like she was about to burst into tears. 

Immediately regretting asking the question, I said; "I'm sorry, that was out of line."

Still fighting back tears, Jackie said; "No, you're my husband. Of course you get to ask me that question." She paused and then in a voice barely above a whisper, she said; "Yes, Ron is his name and yes, I did suck his cock today."

Now more curious than anything else, I asked; "How long have you been getting together with him?"

"About two months."

"How often?"

"Once a week."

"Do you always suck his cock?"

Suddenly Jackie's eyes flared. Throwing her arms in the air she screamed, "Yes, I do it every time we get together! I'm sorry, I'm an awful wife! Hell, I'm an awful person! I warned you that you'd hate me after you learned the truth. Look at what's happened, I've just started confessing and you already hate me." And then she started to cry.

I slipped my arm around her shoulder, pulled her tightly to me and whispered; "I don't hate you and I don't think you're either an awful wife or an awful person."

Through her sobs, Jackie said; "But I do things for other men that I don't do for you."

"Yes you do and now it's my turn to confess something."

"What?"

"Hearing that excites me."

Jackie turned and looked at me with a puzzled expression. Tears were running down her cheeks. "Artie I don't understand. How can..."

I kissed her cheek and said; "I think it's time to look at the cuckold web sites."

Still sniffling, Jackie said; "Okay."

Standing up, I took Jackie's hand, pulled her up from the bed and led her back upstairs. My lap top computer was in the dining room where I'd left it when I arrived home from work with the girls. Jackie's was in her office.

We lived in a three bedroom house. While I suppose the bedroom I'd built in the basement technically made it a four bedroom house, I suspect that in the eyes of most Realtors it was still a three bedroom house. 

So far our girls have expressed a preference for sharing a bedroom. Jackie and I both understand that eventually the girls will reach an age where they'll want their own bedrooms. When that happens we'll most likely have to move to a larger house. The third bedroom has always been Jackie's office and after I built the basement bedroom I moved a desk into it and it became my office. The offices are a luxury to which we've become accustomed, so I don't think either of us would be willing to give them up.

We went to Jackie's office. She sat down at her desk and started her computer. I stood next to her. While we waited for it to boot up, I glanced around feeling slightly uncomfortable. This was Jackie's private domain. Other than when it needed to be cleaned, I rarely entered it. 

As soon as Jackie was on the Internet, she looked up at me and asked; "Okay, where to now?'

I gave her the address of my favorite cuckold web site. A moment later it opened up.

Giggling when she saw the cartoon figure of a man wearing a set of horns at the top of the site, she said; "Would you like to wear horns like that?"

I laughed and said; "I think I already am."

She smiled at me. "Artie, I'm getting really excited about this."

"I am too."

"I want to read your favorite stories; I want to read all of them."

"I have a lot of favorites, let's start with three." In law school, Jackie learned to be an amazingly fast reader. For her, three was an easily manageable number.

"Okay."

I directed her to the story section and found three stories that I liked and also felt were representative of the kind of cuckold lifestyle that interested me.

Jackie opened the first story. Just as she was about to start reading she stopped and looked up at me. "Why don't you get your lap top and sit in my leather arm chair. That way we can read the stories together."

Jackie's office was luxuriously furnished with a set of mahogany book shelves, a mahogany side table, an enormous mahogany desk, a large padded leather desk chair and a matching leather arm chair and footstool.

I looked at her with a skeptical expression. "Are you sure?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" 

"This is the first time you've ever invited me to join you in here. I've never sat in that chair."

Jackie stared at me for a moment and then she shook her head and sighed. "Artie, I know I keep apologizing, but I am sorry. This evening is turning out to be a real eye opener for me. I really have been a thoughtless bitch."

Smiling, I said; "I think you're being a little too hard on yourself and I point out that I never objected to our lifestyle."

"What do you mean?" Jackie looked puzzled.

"Read the stories. I'll get my laptop."

I left. When I returned with my laptop I stopped in the open doorway to Jackie's office and knocked. As I knocked, my penis throbbed with excitement. 

Looking up at me with a puzzled expression, Jackie asked; "The door is open, why did knock?"

In a serious tone of voice, I answered; "I think it's appropriate."

"Why?"

"Read the stories." 

Jackie chuckled. "All right."

I continued standing in the doorway. After a moment I asked; "May I have permission to come in?"

Chuckling again, Jackie said: "Of course." And then gesturing to her arm chair, she added; "And please sit down and make yourself comfortable."

Nodding, I walked over to the arm chair. As I sat down, I said; "Thank you."

Jackie looked at me for a second and then she shook her head and returned to the story she'd been reading.

I settled into Jackie's arm chair and turned on my computer. While I waited for it to start up I watched Jackie. She was hunched over her computer reading intently. I tried to discern a reaction to what she was reading, but couldn't. That wasn't a surprise. One of the skills that made Jackie an outstanding attorney was her ability to withhold judgment while she was gathering information.

Once my computer started I opened up the same web site Jackie was on and found one of the stories that I'd suggested to her. I tried to read, but it was difficult. My attention kept drifting back to Jackie. Images of Ricky Tyler pushing her to her knees so that she could suck his cock or Ron on top of her in our bed, pumping his huge cock in and out of her cunt while she cooed with pleasure; kept insinuating their way into my mind. 

Both excited and anxious, the time passed slowly. I was excited because my cuckold fantasy was on the verge of becoming a reality and I was anxious because I still feared that Jackie might be disgusted by my perverted proclivities.

Finally, after about an hour, Jackie sat up. Pushing her chair back, she turned so that she was facing me. I waited with bated breath. She smiled at me. Relieved, I smiled back. 

Jackie said; "Because of the time, I only skimmed the stories."

I nodded.

She continued. "I enjoyed them. They're surprisingly well written and I have to admit, incredibly erotic."

Shrugging, I said; "I like them."

"Do you?" Jackie was watching me, carefully gauging my reaction.

Fully aware that this was a crucial moment, I took a deep breath and said; "Yes, they're my favorites."

Jackie considered my answer. After a moment she said; "All three of them describe marriages in which the husband is clearly submissive to his dominant wife. The husbands are responsible for all of the domestic chores while their wives rule their households and pursue their careers. The wives openly sleep with other men while their husbands remain steadfastly faithful. It is clear that all of the couples are deeply in love, but the husbands treat their wives like goddesses, while the wives treat their husbands like servants."

Looking at me, Jackie asked; "Is this the life you..." Halting in mid-sentence, she froze. After a moment she said; "Oh my god, that's the life we've been living."

And then looking down at the floor, she quietly said; "But I've been unbelievably selfish. While I was reaping all the benefits of this life I completely ignored your needs. You must hate me. I've cheated on you and taken advantage of you without giving you anything in return."

Looking up at me again, Jackie said; "I need to ask. Am I right? Is this what you want? Do you want to have a relationship in which I'm acknowledged as the dominant partner and you're submissive to me?"

And there it was. Jackie was offering me the choice to retreat or go forward. I was scared, but I'd dreamed of this moment for several years. I wasn't about to retreat. Taking a deep breath, I nodded my head and said; "Yes, that's exactly what I want."

"Now I understand why you knocked on my door and waited to be invited into my office."

"Yes, considering our respective positions I think it's appropriate." 

Jackie smiled at me and then she was silent. I waited. After a moment she said; "Artie, your stories scared me."




Jackie and Artie  Ch. 01



Shocked and unsettled by this reaction, I stared at Jackie with a puzzled expression. 

Recognizing my disquiet, she said; "Artie, the problem isn't you, it's me."

"I don't understand."

"Sweetheart, I loved your stories. They were exciting, unbelievably exciting, shockingly exciting and that's what scares me."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid I might like being your dominant wife a little too much."

"Do you love me?"

"You know I do."

"I do know that and because of that, I trust you."

"Artie, I don't think I can do this as just a game."

"You're telling me that if we do this it's going to be a way of life."

"Yes."

"Will you still love me? Can we still watch television together? Can we still sleep together?"

"Yes of course, but there may be nights when I have a guest."

"And on those nights I'll sleep in my room in the basement."

"Are you willing to do that?"

"Yes, but what about the girls?"

"On the nights I have a guest they can stay with my mother or my sister. They both love the girls and the girls love them. It also won't be that often. I prefer to date married men. They're rarely able to stay out all night."

"You prefer to date married men?"

"Yes, it reduces the potential for emotional entanglements. It also makes it easier to end an affair."

"I see."

"Does my dating married men bother you?"

"No, in fact your reasoning makes sense, I just never thought about it."

Jackie nodded and then she said; "Artie, it's important that you understand something."

"What is it?"

"If we do this I don't want to have to hide our lifestyle."

"What does that mean?"

"I won't advertise that I'm a dominant wife and date other men or that you're my submissive cuckold husband, but I won't try to conceal it either."

"What about our jobs?"

"I don't date men associated with my law firm, so that shouldn't be a problem and I'll apply that same stipulation to your coworkers at your school."

"Thank you."

"But that will be the full extent of my limits."

"So your mother and sister will know."

"Absolutely, in fact I plan to call both of them tomorrow morning and tell them all about it. Artie I really am excited about this."

"And our friends and neighbors?"

"I won't make any effort to hide it from them."

"So they'll eventually figure it out."

"Yes, I imagine that they will."

"And your male friends?"

"I intend to be straightforward with them. Knowing that we don't have to hide what we're doing from you will make it easier for us to get together."

An image of Jackie and Ron laughing about me, her pathetic wimp husband, formed in my mind and I rankled. Suddenly overwhelmed with anger, I said; "I'm sorry, but this won't work." And then I turned and stormed out of the room.

I once again retreated to my room in the basement only this time I didn't cry. This time I sat on the edge of the bed seething with anger.

Jackie had assumed too much. Yes, I wanted to submit to her, but we were determining how we were going to spend the rest of our lives. I think I deserved a voice in that discussion.

I heard Jackie's footsteps on the stairs and bristled.

She knocked on the door. "Artie, may I come in?"

"Yes." My voice dripped with resentment.

The door slowly opened and Jackie stepped into my bedroom, but just barely. "Artie, I don't understand. What happened? Why are you so angry?"

"You went too far. You pushed too hard."

"But I thought you wanted to..."

"Surrender my life to you?"

Now obviously unsure of herself, Jackie said; "Yes, I guess so."

"I did, but don't you think I deserve to have a say about the terms of my surrender?"

Jackie stared at me for a moment and then she sighed and said; "Yes, of course you do."

Several seconds passed. Neither of us uttered a sound. Finally Jackie said; "This is why I was scared. Power excites me, I like being the dominant partner."

"And I want to be the submissive partner, but it is my life."

"Yes, of course it is."

"Before I surrender, I'd like to be able to spend a little time discussing and negotiating the rules that I'm going to have to follow."

"I thought that was what we were doing."

"No, you were dictating."

Jackie sighed. "Yes I was. Artie, I'm sorry. I don't know why I do that."

"Because you have a dominant personality; it comes naturally to you. I'm beginning to understand that it's one of the reasons I'm so attracted to you."

"Because you're naturally submissive."

"Yes, and I suspect that's one of the reasons you're attracted to me."

"It's not the only reason."

"I know that and your dominance isn't the only reason I'm attracted to you."

Jackie smiled and then she asked; "So if you like being dominated by me, why did you balk when I took control?"

"Because we're determining the rules that are going to govern the rest of my life."

"Earlier you said you trusted me. What made you change your mind?"

"I still do trust you, but..." I hesitated.

"Artie, please tell me. You were the one who said that if this is going to work we have to be totally honest with each other."

"Okay, I want to trust you, I really do; but you have to remember that it was only a few hours ago that I learned that you've been lying to me for almost eight years."

Nodding, Jackie said; "Yes, of course."

"Jackie, after you finished reading the stories you began laying down some very strict rules. It was exciting, but it was also scary. You have to understand that I'm the one who's surrendering control, not you. Everything started happening too quickly. When you informed me that you didn't have any intention of trying to hide our relationship from our friends, relatives and neighbors; I began to panic. Jackie, I'm about to formally accept status as a sissy cuckold wimp who can't satisfy his wife and you suddenly inform me that most of the known world is probably going to find out about it. Yes, I admit that the idea does excite me, but it's humiliating and while that excites me too, it's also damned frightening."

I paused to take a breath. 

Jackie said; "I'm sorry Artie, I didn't consider any of this from your perspective."

"Just a minute Jackie; before we start talking, I have something else that I need to say."

"Okay."

"At that point I was nervous and afraid, but I was still holding it together and then you dropped a bomb."

"I informed you that I intended to tell my male friends about our relationship."

"That's right."

"Why did that bother you? I would think that would be part of your fantasy?"

"As soon as you told me that, I imagined you and Ron lying in bed together laughing about your pathetic wimp husband."

"Artie I would never belittle you with one of my boyfriends!" 

"Once you tell them about our relationship it might be hard to avoid it. Imagine that you're in bed with Ron. You're sucking his cock. You're excited and he asks you if you suck your wimp husband's cock. What are you going to say?"

Jackie smiled, "It's already happened and I told him to never talk about you."

"But now I've acknowledged that I'm a sissy cuckold wimp and you've told him that. You're in bed, you're both naked and you're sucking his big cock. Are you sure that you wouldn't get a little extra thrill out of belittling me with him."

"This is my punishment for lying to you for eight years, isn't it?"

"I'm not sure that punishment is the right word, but losing some of my trust is certainly a consequence of lying to me."

"Artie are we going to make it? Will you ever be able to trust me again?"

"Yes Jackie, I'm sure I will. Remember, it was just after noon today when I walked into the bedroom and caught you with Ron."

"A lot's happened since then, hasn't it?"

"Yes it has and Jackie, I'm glad it happened."

"You mean catching me with Ron?"

"That's right."

"I am too. Now I can stop lying to you."

"I can stop lying to you too."

"How have you been lying to me?"

"I've been living as your submissive cuckold wimp husband without telling you."

Jackie grinned. "It's funny, I love you and you love me, but we were both afraid to tell each other what we wanted out of our marriage. 

I nodded. "And it's ironic that it now appears that we both want the same thing."

"Do you still want that Artie? Do you still want to be my submissive cuckold husband?"

"Very much, do you still want to be my dominant hot wife?"

"More than you can possibly imagine."

Leering at Jackie, I said; "I have a pretty good imagination." 

We both laughed, but as our laughter subsided an expression of concern crept across Jackie's face.

I asked, "What's the matter?"

"Do you think we can do it? Do you think we can make it work?"

"We have to slow down a little. We need to spend some time discussing what we both want and I think we both need to learn a little more about this life style. If we do that, yes, I think we can make it work."

This whole time Jackie had been standing in the doorway to my basement bedroom and office. Now she raced into the middle of the room where I was standing, threw her arms around me and kissed me hard on the lips. 

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back and then we held each other. After several seconds Jackie whispered, "I love you Arthur Hammond."

"I love you too Jacqueline Conners."

We held each for another moment or two and then Jackie stepped back, grasped my hands in hers and asked; "So what do you think we should do next?"

Smiling, I said; "I think it's time to go to bed, but I don't think that's what you meant."

"It's not."

"Okay, tomorrow we should both try to do a little more reading."

"I may not have much free time, but I'll try."

"We should also think about what we might do that will get us started. I think it will be simpler for us if we move into this life style gradually. Some of it will be easy, I already do all the housecleaning, laundry and cooking."

"Yes you do and that's not about to change." Jackie was grinning at me.

Grinning back, I said; "I also think you should call your mother and sister and tell them everything."

"Are you sure that's okay?"

"It's not only okay; I think it's an important first step. It will give us a relatively nonthreatening way to gauge how other people are going to react when they learn about our new relationship."

Jackie nodded. "That makes sense. I'll call them both in the morning. I think they'll be excited."

"I have one more suggestion."

"What's that?"

"Tomorrow morning you should call Ron."

Jackie sighed. "I already told him that we can't see each other anymore; but I did promise him that I'd call him in the morning."

"I know, I overheard your conversation while I was getting undressed in the bathroom."

"You did?"

"Yes, that's one of the reasons I still feel like I can trust you."

"Thank you Artie."

"It's all right, but let's get back to Ron."

"Why? You already know that I told him that I'm ending it with him."

"Yes, but he's afraid that he's going to be named in a divorce suit. You need to tell him that he doesn't have anything to worry about."

"You're right, I'm sure he's terrified right now."

"And I think you should set up a date with him for next week. It's perfectly okay with me if you keep meeting with him here while I'm in school."

Staring at me in shock, Jackie said; "But...."

I smiled at her. "I can't be a cuckold husband if you're not dating other men and Ron does seem to be your current flame."

"Artie, are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

"How will I explain it to Ron? I mean you were very clear that you're not ready to allow me to tell my boyfriends about our relationship."

"For the time being you can tell him that you've convinced me to try an open marriage."

Shaking her head, Jackie said; "Artie, that's brilliant."

I shrugged. "It just seems like a simpler way to start."

Jackie kissed me and then she said, "It's time to go to bed."

Grinning at Jackie, I said; "Ms. Conner's may I please be allowed to join you in your bed tonight?"

Jackie stared at me. After a moment she said; "Will you promise to eat my pussy?"

"Nothing would make me happier."

"If you do a good job, I'll reward you with a long slow blow job." And then while lasciviously licking her lips, Jackie let go of my hands, reached down and began rubbing my stiff penis."

Excited beyond belief, I breathlessly answered; "I would like that very much, but now that we've established that you're my superior I think blow jobs should be reserved for your equals, men like Mr. Ron."

Still rubbing my cock, Jackie said; "While that is incredibly hot, please never forget that, as far as I'm concerned, men like Ron will never be your equal."

"I won't, but it is fun to pretend."

Jackie laughed. "Artie, we're going to have so much fun." And then she grabbed my hand and said; "Come on cuckboy, let's go upstairs. Your mistress wants to feel your tongue in her cunt."

That night I ate Jackie's pussy for over an hour. She had at least five orgasms. When she was finally exhausted she sat next to me on the bed and gave me the sweetest hand job I've ever experienced. After we were finished we cuddled up under the covers and fell asleep in each other's arms.



Jackie and Artie Ch. 02



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

"Jackie and Artie" is a romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative lifestyle. If this subject matter offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable I strongly suggest that you find something else to read.





By the time Jackie and I had finally gone to sleep it was after midnight. It didn't matter. We were both still up by 6:15 the next morning. We didn't have any choice. It was a work day for us and a school day for the girls.

When necessity demands it, Jackie and I can be a very efficient team. By 6:45 we had everyone dressed, fed and ready to go. 

My first class was at 7:30. I had to be at school by 7:00, so I always left first. Since both law offices and elementary schools start their days a little later than high schools, Jackie and the girls always had a few extra minutes before they had to leave. Jackie generally spent that time reading the newspaper and drinking a cup of coffee while the girls watched cartoons.

In a public high school Mondays and Fridays are the most difficult and least productive days of the week. On Monday everyone is tired and cranky from the weekend. On Friday everyone is antsy to start the weekend. This was a Wednesday, so it was a quiet day. My students were focused and diligent.

Still the day dragged. While I like my job and I like to believe I'm good at it, on that particular day my attention was focused elsewhere. I kept thinking of everything that had happened on the previous day; which meant that I kept imagining Jackie with Ron or Ricky Tyler.

Two o'clock, the end of the school day, finally arrived. After forcing myself to spend another hour organizing and grading my student's daily work I left to pick up the girls at their elementary school.

By the time we arrived home, it was 3:45. I'd just gotten the girls settled at the kitchen table with coloring books and crayons, when the telephone rang.

I answered it.

"Hi Artie." 

It was Jackie's mother, Connie Reid. Jackie is of course, Jackie Conners. Gary Conners was her father. After Gary and Connie were divorced Connie reverted to using her maiden name. She was never happy with the name Connie Conners. Her second husband was Dexter Cumbs. Horrified by the idea of being Connie Cumbs, she opted from the start of that marriage to continue using her maiden name. It didn't really matter, three months after their wedding Dexter filed for divorce.

"Hi Connie, I gather that Jackie must have called you today."

"She did and I believe she told me everything. She said she had your permission to do that."

"Yes, she did."

"First of all Artie, I want to apologize."

"Apologize? Why?"

"I encouraged Jackie to lie to you."

"I see."

"Artie, she loves you so much, but the women in my family all seem to have giant sized libidos. We like men and saying no is difficult for us."

"Jackie told me that last night."

"Did she tell you that both of my marriages ended in divorce because my husbands got tired of my chronic cheating?"

"Yes, she did tell me that."

"Artie, during my second honeymoon, Dexter went on an all day deep sea fishing trip. While he was gone I got together with a guy I met at the pool. We spent the entire day fucking in our hotel room."

"Did Dexter find out?"

"Not exactly, I mean he didn't walk in on us or anything like that. Still, even though I tried to straighten up the room as best as I could; when he got back it reeked of sex and I'm sure I looked like the cat who swallowed the canary. Dexter didn't know for sure, but he certainly had to have had suspicions."

Connie paused. After a moment she said; "I think our marriage really ended that evening. Certainly Dexter never trusted me after that. Two months later he hired a private detective. I don't know why he waited so long. During those two months I was regularly seeing three other men. I guess he didn't really want to know." 

Sighing, Connie continued, "Dexter got the report from the private eye three weeks later. He filed for divorce the next day. I felt terrible about the way I'd treated him so I gave him everything." 

"Last night Jackie told me that the day after we got engaged she got together with one of her fuck pals."

"Yes, I know about that. She called me the next morning. She felt awful about cheating on you; but she couldn't give up the sex. She didn't want to give up the sex." Connie quickly added. "And before you say anything, it has nothing to do with her love for you. Believe me Artie, she loves you with her heart and her soul. I know because I felt exactly the same way about Jackie's dad, Gary Conners. He was the love of my life, my soul mate; just like you're Jackie's soul mate."

"But you still cheated on him."

"Yes Artie, I did. I can't explain why, but every time I meet a handsome man I have an irresistible urge to experience him."

"I gather that Jackie has that same irresistible urge."

"Yes, and Nattie does too."

There was a pause in the conversation and then Connie said; "Artie, Jackie told both Nattie and me everything."

"Yes, as I said earlier, I encouraged her to do that."

"I mean Nattie and I both looked at the web sites and read the stories."

Suddenly filled with a strange combination of apprehension and excitement, I was speechless. When I told Jackie that she could tell her mother and sister everything, I hadn't considered the possibility that Connie might actually call and engage me in a conversation about it. I guess I'd imagined that it would become one of those unstated understandings that people have.

There was a moment of awkward silence and then Connie asked; "Artie are you upset that Jackie told us about the web sites and stories?"

"No, it's just that..."

"It's all right Artie. We're not shocked, we're not upset and we're certainly not judging you." Connie laughed. "It would be awfully hypocritical for Nattie and me to start judging other people's sexual inclinations. Actually, both Nattie and I are envious of Jackie and you. It appears that you complement each other beautifully."

"Thank you, I ah, I mean, yes...I'm sorry Connie I'm not really sure what I should say right now."

Laughing again, Connie said; "Sweetie you don't have to say anything and you certainly have nothing to be shy or ashamed about."

"But..."

"You want to be your wife's submissive sissy cuckold slave, so what? Hell, right now both Nattie and I are wishing we'd met you first."

"Connie this is all very embarrassing."

"Isn't it supposed to be? Isn't humiliation part of the thrill for you Artie?"

"Connie!"

"Artie, while I may be your mother, I also happen to be a sexually sophisticated woman. Believe me, there are lots of people in this world who have kinks that make yours look like a game that could be played at a Sunday school picnic."

"That may be true Connie, but this is still embarrassing."

"That's my point, it shouldn't be; at least not with Nattie and me. Life will be so much more fun if we're open and honest with each other. Artie, when you're around us; both Nattie and I want you to feel free to be yourself and we want to be able to be ourselves too."

"Connie, I ah...I don't know. You're my mother and Nattie is my sister-in-law."

"Oh don't worry Artie, we'll maintain some boundaries. Hell you're a cuckold. You're not even getting it from your wife anymore. You sure won't be getting any from Nattie and me."

Connie paused. After a moment she said; "I'm sorry Artie, I think that was maybe a little too frank. Jackie told me about everything that happened last night. She really did feel bad when she realized that she hadn't been giving you regular blow jobs..."

"Connie!"

"Artie get a grip. Nattie, Jackie and I are passionate women. We enjoy talking openly about sex. You get to be yourself and so do we. Can you accept that?"

I was beginning to grasp what Connie was trying to explain. She wasn't attempting to get me involved in a physical relationship with either her or Nattie. She simply wanted all four of us to be able to feel free to be ourselves when we were together. Since sex was clearly a large part of Jackie, Connie and Nattie's lives I had to be able to accept listening to frank discussions about it when I was with them.

I was also beginning to understand that while I wanted to be discreet about our new relationship, it might be more enjoyable if we didn't have to hide it from everyone. It would be nice if a few select people who we trusted could be aware of the true nature of our marriage. 

When Jackie and I first started dating most of her friends and many of my friends couldn't understand what she saw in me. Prior to me, Jackie had generally dated athletes and wealthy fraternity boys. I was a skinny poverty stricken wimp. I had the impression that most people who knew Jackie thought she was wasting her time with me.

Connie and Nattie never seemed to hold that opinion. They've always been welcoming and gracious towards me and I've never felt that they questioned Jackie's interest in me. Because of that, I've always liked both of them and now I was inclined to trust them.

Taking a deep breath, I said; "Yes Connie I can accept that. It might take me a little while to get used to it, but I'm willing to try."

Connie laughed. "I have the feeling that the three of us will quickly get you desensitized."

"Okay." I was laughing too.

"Artie can I ask you a question?"

"Connie, a minute ago you said that life for all of us will be much more fun if we're able to be open and honest with each other. I'm beginning to understand what you meant when you said that and I have to agree; so yes, you can ask me anything."

"Thanks Artie, you can ask me anything too."

"Connie, it might take me some time to build up enough courage to do that."

Laughing again, Connie said; "Artie honey, I think you might be the most endearing man I've ever met. My daughter is lucky to have found you and believe me, she knows it."

"Thanks Connie, what was your question?"

"Oh yeah, Artie are you really going to be okay with only getting an occasional hand job? Jackie is worried about that and frankly, so am I. We both love you and we both want you to be happy. I looked at the web sites and I think I understand. The denial is a form of masochism, isn't it?"

"Connie, you really do know how to get right to the heart of the matter, don't you."

"Artie, this is important. Jackie already feels bad that she's been doing things for other men that she hasn't been doing for you. She loves you Artie and she never meant to deny you anything. I understand how it happened. It's the reason that having a variety of lovers is so much fun. You do different things with different men. I also know about your tendency to cum quickly and I'm sure it is easier for her to control what's happening with you when she uses her hands instead of her mouth."

"I can't believe that I'm having this conversation with my mother."

"Get used to it Artie. You married into a family of sluts. We love sex and we're not ashamed to talk about it. You shouldn't be either and now that everything is out in the open you can expect lots of frank discussions."

"Okay Connie." I was grinning. 

"Good, now back to my question. Are you going to be okay with only getting an occasional hand job from your wife when you know that other men are getting a whole lot more? We're worried that this might become a source of anger and resentment for you that could grow and fester into a problem that eventually destroys your marriage."

Connie paused. After a moment she said; "I'm also not sure Jackie can do it. Artie she loves you. Now that she realizes that she's been inadvertently neglecting you while she freely played with other men she feels awful. You may have to occasionally give her an opportunity to show you just how much she loves you."

"Last night Jackie told me that for her, sex wasn't an expression of love."

"Artie, I wasn't there, but I suspect that what she really said was that for her sex didn't have to be an expression of love, it could also just be fun."

Of course that was exactly what she'd said and I knew it. For some reason that I didn't understand, I'd decided to be petulant. 

I was about to admit that to Connie when she said; "Look at it this way Artie. Imagine that Jackie made great apple pies, but she only gave them to other men. The man she loved never got any."

I laughed. "Connie I understand. I'm sorry; I don't know why I was being difficult."

"I do, yesterday you found out that your wife was giving apple pies away to every man she met and you were only getting an occasional sliver. I'd be a little petty about it too and that's exactly what we're worried about."

Sighing, I said; "Connie, you're right, but..." I hesitated. I was suddenly embarrassed. 

"It's okay Artie, I understand. You get a masochistic thrill out of the denial. You don't have to be embarrassed about that. We all have our quirks. I have several."

"Really?"

"Oh yes, I love it when a powerful man treats me like a nasty slut. Does that shock you Artie?"

"No Connie, it doesn't. Last night Jackie implied that she enjoys that too."

"She does and so does Nattie, but Jackie also gets excited when she thinks about dominating you. Frankly I do too. Face it Artie, your wife, your mother and your sister-in-law are three kinky perverts."

I laughed. "I guess that makes four of us."

"Artie, welcome to our family."

There was a pause. I was grinning and I suspect Connie was too. I was beginning to understand that in the world of eroticism my mother was a full professor. 

After a moment my new mentor asked "So are you ready to tell me?"

"What do you mean?"

"You never answered my question."

"Which question?"

"The big one."

"Which one is that?"

"Is the thrill you get from denial a form of masochism?"

"Connie!"

"Artie I thought we agreed to be open with each other."

"Right now I'm the only one who has to be open."

"I told you about cheating on Dexter while we were on our honeymoon. I'm terribly ashamed about that."

I was silent.

Connie waited for several more seconds and then she prodded me. "Artie; Jackie, Nattie and I live our fantasies every day. We can help you live yours too, but before that can happen we have to be certain that we know what they are."

I remained silent. While I realized that what Connie was saying made sense, I still hadn't actually admitted to myself that I was a masochist. Now she was asking me to make this admission out loud to her.

After waiting for several more seconds, Connie said; "Artie I'm going to ask you one simple little question. If you answer yes all of your cuckold fantasies can come true. If your answer is no, well, that's okay too. It will keep Jackie from hurting you and we both know that she doesn't want to do that."

Several more seconds passed. Connie was giving me a chance to prepare for the question. Both excited and terrified, I waited. 

Finally she asked, "So Artie, answer me. A simple yes or no will do. Are you a masochist? Does the pain caused by the knowledge that your wife denies you pleasures that she freely gives to other men excite you?"

I was afraid, but I knew that I not only had to answer the question, I wanted to answer it. Up until yesterday I'd been a closet submissive. I'd lived the life without letting anyone know about it including myself. This was my chance to step out of that closet and I knew that I didn't want to miss it. I took a moment to gather my courage and then I blurted it out. "Yes!"

"Yes what Artie?"

My entire body was throbbing with excitement as I answered, "Yes, I'm a masochist."

"And what does that mean Artie?"

I was now putty in Connie's hands. Breathlessly, I said; "The pain I get from the knowledge that my wife denies me pleasures that she freely gives to other men, excites me."

"Do you want Jackie to continue seeing other men?"

"Yes, very much."

"Even if you know that she's giving them pleasures that she refuses to give to you?"

"Yes, even then."

"Are you willing to help Jackie get ready for her dates?"

"Yes."

"You'll be making her even more desirable for the men she's meeting."

"I understand."

"And you're still willing to do that."

"Yes." I was now unbelievably excited.

Sensing my arousal, Connie pressed me. "When Jackie gets home from her date will you eat her pussy; the pussy that another man just finished enjoying."

Connie was asking me if I'd be willing to eat another man's cum out of my wife's cunt. While cream pies certainly were part of my cuckold fantasy, this was also a whole new level of admission. I balked.

Noticing my reticence, Connie said; "Artie, it takes place in every one of your favorite stories."

"I know, but it seems kind of..."

"Gay?"

"Yes."

"But you're not gay Artie. We know that. In fact you just might be the antithesis of gay. You're enslaved by your wife's pussy. That's true, isn't it Artie."

"Yes."

"And even if you were gay we wouldn't care. I've been with other women and so have Jackie and Nattie."

"You have?"

"Yes, I have."

"And Jackie and Nattie too?"

"Yes Artie. All three of us prefer men, but we love sex and sex with other women is still fun. It's also different and variety is fun. Oh and Artie, in case you're wondering, we're not an incestuous family. That's a line we've never cared to cross. Sometimes we do party with other men together; but even then when things start to get intimate we withdraw to private places. While we certainly are sluts, in some ways were still a little prudish."

I laughed. "Connie, I don't think the word prude can ever be applied to you."

Connie laughed too and then she said; "All right Artie, back to my question. Would you like to lick Jackie's pussy when she comes home from a date?"

My confidence buoyed by Connie's forthright attitude, I said; "While I wouldn't say that I'd like it, in fact I'm sure I wouldn't; I think it would be incredibly exciting."

"You want Jackie to make you do it, don't you?"

"Yes."

"It's part of the masochism."

"And my submission."

"Artie, I think I understand and I have to say that it's unbelievably hot. When Jackie comes home from a date you literally want her to rub your nose in it, don't you."

I grinned. "Connie, I've never really thought about it like that; but yes, I think that's exactly right."

Giggling like a school girl, Connie said; "Artie, isn't sex fun."

"Yes Connie, it really is."

"You're excited about being Jackie's cuckold, aren't you?"

"Connie, I've been excited about that for several years now."

"Are you ready to start?"

"Actually, I think I've been you're daughter's cuckold for quite some time."

"I mean her knowing cuckold, her willing cuckold."

"As you already know, we talked about that last night and we're going to talk about it again tonight."

"Yes, I know that's your plan, but why wait?"

"I don't understand."

"You could start tonight."

"What do you mean?"

"Would you like to watch Jackie with another man?"

"Connie, I couldn't do that without the other man knowing that I'm a sissy cuckold wimp and I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet."

"Artie, I'm a slut. Say it Artie, say Connie, you're a slut."

"Connie..."

"Say it Artie."

"Okay; Connie, you're a slut."

"Yes I am Artie and I'm proud of it. Now you say, And Connie I'm a sissy cuckold wimp and I'm proud of it too."

"Connie!" 

"Say it Artie."

"Connie, this is..."




Jackie and Artie Ch. 02



"Say it Artie."

"Okay, I'm a sissy cuckold wimp and I'm proud of it too."

"That's a good cuckboy. And now you say, Thank you slut."

I started laughing.

Connie said; "Say it cuckboy."

"All right, thank you slut."

"Very good; now cuckboy, would you like to watch your wife meet a man for sex tonight?"

"You keep calling me cuckboy, like it's my new name."

"I hadn't really thought about that; but now that I do, it really is appropriate, isn't it. Yes, I think that should be your new name. Is that all right with you?"

I thought about this for a moment. While it was exciting, I was still concerned about what other people would think. Cautiously, I answered; "Yes it will be fine, but only in private, all right?"

"No, I think we should use it all the time, although for discretion's sake we should call you C.B in public."

"Not in front of the girls."

"Of course in front of the girls. We'll just tell them it's an affectionate name for you."

"But Cassie will ask what it means."

"Yes, I suppose she will." Connie paused to consider this, after a second she said; "We'll tell them that it stands for cowboy. We'll explain that you're our favorite cowboy. Maybe we'll even start calling you cowboy. Since all four of us will know what it really means, it will be just as good."

"Relieved, I said; "Thank you Connie."

"You're welcome Cowboy. Oh I do like the sound of that."

While I was incredibly nervous, I had to admit that I liked the sound of it too.

"Cowboy?"

"Yes Connie."

"A little verbal abuse gets you excited, doesn't it?"

"Connie!"

"Come on Cowboy, don't start being shy now. If we're going to enjoy this fantasy with you we have to know what we can do and what we shouldn't do."

Sighing, I said; "Okay Connie, yes a little verbal abuse will excite me."

"Oh you are a naughty little wimp, aren't you?"

"Connie!"

Connie laughed. "Don't worry Artie; we'll only say things like that in private."

Mildly relieved, I said; "Thanks Connie"

"And Artie."

"Yes Connie?"

"While we are doing this because it's exciting and it allows Jackie to continue to lead a life that she enjoys; we're also doing it because we love you and want you to be happy. Artie, Jackie loves you and both Nattie and I are extremely fond of you. You're a wonderful husband and father. The day Jackie found you she struck gold. This fantasy is just icing on the cake."

"Icing on the cake?"

"Yes Artie, icing on the cake. You married into a sexually adventurous family. While our promiscuous life style is a fun and exciting way to live, it's always had a major drawback. Our attempts to have a serious relationship with a man have continually ended in disaster. All three of us, Jackie included, had given up on trying to have a meaningful relationship with a man and then you entered our lives and we fell madly in love with you."

"Connie, I..."

"Artie, you're a prince. Jackie recognized it immediately and when Nattie and I met you we did too. After your second date Jackie was sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with you, but she also realized that she could never be faithful to you. She was despondent. She loved you and while she didn't want to give you up, she also didn't want to cheat on you or lie to you. Three weeks after you met, she nearly broke things off with you."

"I'm glad she didn't."

"Are you Artie?"

"Yes, I am."

"I'm so glad. I've always been terrified that you'd find out about Jackie's infidelity and divorce her. Now we discover that our family's weakness for men and sex is actually a bonus for you. Artie, if your fantasy really is to be a sissy cuckold wimp you accidentally stumbled across three women who are not only eminently capable of helping you live that fantasy, but eager to do it as well."

"Connie, I am enjoying this, but I have to tell you that it's also incredibly scary. Everything seems to be happening so quickly. It was only yesterday that I learned for certain that Jackie was seeing other men."

"Down worry Artie, all we're doing right now is laying the groundwork so we can all start having fun together. I promise you that we'll go slowly. We have our entire lives to work out the details. When Jackie called me this morning, she told me that last night she got excited and pressed you harder than she should have. I explained to her that this is a situation that requires baby steps and that's what we're going to do Artie, we're going to take baby steps."

As I said earlier, I liked Connie and Nattie too. They'd both always been hospitable and considerate towards me. Now I found Connie's words comforting and reassuring. She was also a beautiful, mature woman. The thought that she was going to be helping to guide Jackie and me through this change in our life was exciting. My confidence bolstered, I said; "Connie, I am eager to do this."

"Are you Cowboy?"

Smiling at my new name, I said; "Yes Connie, I really am."

"So Cowboy, just how eager are you?"

"I don't understand."

"I'm going to repeat my earlier question. Would you like to watch your wife with another man this evening?"

"And I'm going to repeat what I said to you when you asked me that question before. I can't see how I could do that without the other man knowing that I'm a sissy cuckold wimp and I'm really not ready for that yet."

"What if you could watch without the other man knowing about it?"

"You mean like hiding in the closet or something like that? I don't know Connie; I think that would be kind of creepy. I'd feel like I was spying on them. Besides, Jackie's not meeting another man tonight. She's coming home right after work so we can continue our discussion about everything that's happening."

"I wasn't suggesting that you spy on Jackie and her, what was that term they used in the stories? Bull, yes that was it wasn't it."

"Yes Connie, that's the term."

"Actually, I prefer stallion. It makes the men seem so much more gallant. Don't you agree Cowboy? Of course if we use that terminology, that would make you a gelding, wouldn't it? You'd only be a symbolic gelding, but it would still be appropriate because you're certainly not going to be doing anymore fucking, are you Cowboy."

While I knew that Connie was only teasing, her aggressive manner had me completely disarmed. Struck speechless, I was unable to respond. 

Grasping the significance of my silence, Connie said; "Artie, I'm sorry. I am going to have to be more careful, at least for a little while. I was just teasing you and while I do think you want to be teased, it's clear that you're still feeling a little insecure about all of this. I'll try to be a little gentler with you in the immediate future."

Calmed by Connie's softhearted apology and soothing voice, I pulled myself together and said; "I'm the one who should apologize. Teasing is part of my fantasy, a big part and you were doing it perfectly. It's just that, well you were right, I am still feeling a little insecure."

"It's okay Artie. Until I'm sure you can handle it, I'll try to be careful with my teasing." Connie laughed. "I may have to work at it though. That last little bit definitely got me excited. I seem to have a little sadistic streak and I suspect Jackie and Nattie do too."

Remembering the conversation Jackie and I had the previous evening, I said; "I know Jackie does."

"Does that excite you Cowboy?"

"Yes Connie, it does."

"Artie, we really are going to have fun."

"I think we are too."

"Let's get back to that question I was asking you before we got distracted."

"Connie, I really don't think I'm ready for that yet."

"Artie please let me explain. Remember when I told you that we're going to take small steps."

"Yes."

"I think that tonight we might have a chance to take one of those small steps. Will you listen to my suggestion?"

"Okay."

"There's a building trades show at the Civic Center. Before everything blew up yesterday, Jackie, Natalie and I were planning to attend it."

"A building trades show? What has that got to do with Jackie and me?"

"Just listen Artie, you'll understand."

"Okay." 

"My daughters love trade shows. Actually I do too, but tonight I'm willing to spend part of the evening babysitting so that you can go instead."

"Connie, this isn't making any sense."

Connie laughed. "Yes, I suppose I am being a little bit confusing. We don't actually go to the show at the Civic Center; we go to The Goldenrod Supper Club for cocktails. By 6:00 the bar at The Goldenrod is going to be filled with good looking building contractors and salesmen. All of them are here without their wives and all of them have hotel rooms."

"I take it that you've done this before?"

"I'm sorry Artie; but yes, we do it frequently."

"I imagine that on those evenings Jackie would call me and tell me that she was working late."

"Artie, we really are sorry about that. I'm afraid that as you learn more about your wife's secret life you're going to find out that she has occasionally had to lie to you. Jackie didn't want to do it; she just didn't know what else to do. Artie, you married a slut. She loves you; but she couldn't give up the extracurricular sex. She didn't want to hurt you and she definitely didn't want to lose you; so she lied to you. It's that simple. Now that you're learning about Jackie's secret life it's inevitable that you're going to be hearing about situations where she did lie to you. If you really do want to be included in this part of her life you're going to have to forgive her for doing that." 

"Connie, I understand. I do want to be included in this part of Jackie's life and I don't want to lose her, so I've already decided to forgive her for everything that happened prior to yesterday. Still, I'm human. There might be times when that gets difficult. 

"Jackie and I both realize that's going to happen. When it does happen will you promise to talk about it? Keeping hurt bottled up inside is never a good idea."

"I will."

"That's a good Cowboy."

I smiled. Connie really was going to be an outstanding guide for Jackie and me. "So what would I do? I mean tonight at the Goldenrod Supper Club."

"If you promise to stay discreetly out of the way, you can watch another man pick up your wife and take her to his hotel room for sex."

I gasped.

Giggling, Connie said; "The idea does appeal to you, doesn't it cowboy."

"Yes, yes it does."

"You have to promise not to try to make any attempt to communicate with Jackie and Nattie, or even acknowledge that you know them. All you'll be permitted to do is sit at another table and watch."

"Of course, right now that's all I want to do."

"And you must not try to follow them to the hotel. After they leave the bar you have to promise to pay your check and go straight home. "

"Yes, I promise. I'll come home immediately."

"Is there any chance you might get mad when you see Jackie flirting with another man?"

"If I do, I'll leave; but I don't think that will happen."

"Do you think you'd enjoy doing this?"

"Yes, very much."

"I thought that might be the case. Ever since we saw the building trade show on the Civic Center schedule a month ago; Jackie, Nattie and I have been planning on going to the Goldenrod tonight. After everything that happened yesterday, Jackie was going to cancel so she could be home with you. I suggested that instead of doing that we should try to include you. I thought it might me a nice way to introduce you to being a cuckold."

"It will allow me to watch without anyone but Jackie and Nattie knowing who I am."

"That's what I thought too."

"Connie, what about you? If you babysit; you won't get to go."

"Of course I'll get to go. Cowboy, there are going to be plenty of men at the Goldenrod tonight. For many of them, this is their big chance to be bachelors for a day or two. Unless they get lucky, most of them won't be going back to their hotel rooms until after the bar closes. It won't take my daughters long to find a couple of interested, good looking men. I'm sure you'll be home by 8:30. When you arrive I'll be ready to go. I'll be in the bar at the Goldenrod by 9:00."

"But you won't be able to go with Nattie and Jackie."

"Artie honey, this isn't exactly a group activity." 

Smiling, I said; "No, I suppose it isn't."

"Of course it can be a group activity, but when it is I have a strong preference for a group made up exclusively of good looking men."

I gasped.

Connie laughed. "Gotcha there, didn't I Cowboy."

Chuckling, I said; "Yes Connie, you did." And then I quickly added; "No matter what, I appreciate your willingness to babysit so that I can go."

"Don't worry Cowboy, you'll make it up to me. There are going to be lots of other nights and I guarantee you that you'll be doing more than your share of the babysitting."

Chuckling, I said; "Yes Connie, I do believe that's true."

"Okay Cowboy, it's decision time. Do you want to be a real cuckboy? Are you ready to sit in a bar and watch your wife hook up with another man so they can have a private party in his hotel room?"

My stomach suddenly felt like it was filled with a swarm of butterflies. The cause was a mixture of anxiety and excitement. While I'd seen Jackie with Ron the day before, it had been a surprise and I'd been allowed to freely vent my emotions. This time it wasn't going to be a surprise and I was expected to be discreet and maintain control of my emotions the entire time I was observing. While I wasn't actually going to be watching them do the dirty deed, I'd be well aware that I was witnessing the prelude to it.

Both scared and unbelievably aroused, I took a long slow breath. 

Recognizing my disquiet Connie asked; "Are you nervous about this Artie?" Her voice was soft and soothing.

"Yes Connie, I am."

"There will always be other times. I can call Jackie and tell her you're not going to be there. My guess is that if I do that she'll come straight home from work. Artie honey, she really does love you."

Connie's words reassured me. I answered, "She does, doesn't she."

"Yes she does and if it matters to you, so do I and I'm certain Nattie does too. Artie, all three of us understand that you're going to have to adjust to this new lifestyle slowly. I may have already pushed you too hard today. No one will be upset if you decide to wait."

As I listened to Connie I realized that I didn't want to wait. For the first time I was being invited into Jackie's secret life, a life that I desperately wanted her to share with me. If I declined this invitation because of a little apprehension, I knew that I'd spend the rest of the evening regretting it. 

Taking another deep breath, I said; "No Connie, I would very much like to sit in the bar and watch. Please don't cancel this."

Laughing, Connie said; "There's the cowboy spirit. It's going to be fun and I'm sure that when Jackie gets home she'll have some very fun games to play with you."

"Will she be out late?"

"Artie, since you've been married she's done this a number of times. Has she ever been out late?"

"No not really."

"Jackie will get to the bar at 6:00. She won't waste any time. By 6:30 she'll be paired up with a guy and by 7:00 they'll be on their way to his hotel room. She'll spend a couple of hours with him and then she'll come home. I'll be surprised if she's not home by 10:00"

"This really has happened before?"

"Many times." Connie paused and then she asked; "Does that bother you Artie?"

"I guess a little. Like I said earlier, I suspect that as I learn more about Jackie's other life there will be moments when I'm bothered. I think I understand and I've already chosen to forgive her so I'm just going to have to get through it."

"Artie, you really are a special man and I promise you that Jackie, Nattie and I are all going to do our best to make your life wonderful." She giggled. "Of course part of that may involve making your life miserable."

My entire body shivered with excitement.

Quickly changing the subject, Connie said; "Artie it's already 4:30. We don't have much time. The Goldenrod is a businessman's bar. You'll need to dress appropriately. Wear your blue blazer, gray slacks, a dress shirt and a necktie."

"Okay."

"What do you have planned for dinner for the girls?"

"I have some macaroni and cheese, a pound of hamburger and some frozen green beans. I was planning to fry four hamburgers."

"Go change your clothes. I'll be there in a half an hour. I'll make dinner for the girls."

Connie ended the call.

As I set the telephone back on its cradle, my entire body was shivering with excitement.

After hanging up the telephone I turned to the girls and explained that I was going out to meet their mother and Grandma Connie was coming over to stay with them. That made them smile. They loved spending time with their grandmother.

Just as I was about to leave for the bedroom to change my clothes, the telephone rang again. I picked it up.

"Hi Cowboy."

"Hi Jackie, I gather that your mother called you."

"She did. Apparently the two of you had quite a conversation."

"Yes we did."

"Are you okay Artie. She wasn't too intrusive was she?"

"Well I wouldn't exactly say that she wasn't intrusive, but..."

"Artie, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let her call you."

"No Jackie, it was okay. While I was a little amazed at first, I like your mom and I think she likes me."

"She does Artie. She thinks the sun rises and sets for you."

"I'm not so sure that's true, I mean she calls me cuckboy."

"It is true Artie, my mom adores you. As far as that other stuff goes, she loves any kind of kinky sex and she wants you to be happy. She's also hoping that this is a way we can stay together."

"As far as I'm concerned she doesn't have anything to worry about there."

"Is that true Artie?"

"Yes, of course it is. I thought we settled that last night."

"We did, but I still worry. I'm the one who was lying and cheating."

"Are you done lying and cheating?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"Then you have nothing to worry about."

"Really?"

"Yes, I love you. Even though you lied to me I still want to spend the rest of my life with you. Because of that I decided that my only reasonable course of action was to forgive you and move on"

"Artie, I was so lucky to find you." 

"Jackie, I was lucky to find you too."

"Do you still believe that Artie?"

"Hell yes, how many husbands get a chance to be a cowboy."

Jackie laughed. "I suspect the number is a lot higher than most people think it is, but most of those husbands don't know about it."

"From what I've read on the cuckold web sites, I'm fairly certain that the number of husbands who not only know about it, but like it might also be a lot higher than most people think it is."

"Well I'm just happy to find out that there's one and he's my husband."

"Your husband's pretty happy about that too."

"Artie, what about tonight? We don't have to do this. I would love to come home and spend the evening with you."

"And pass up the chance to spend a couple of hot hours partying with a big cocked stallion in his hotel room?"

"Artie!"

"Artie what? Are you trying to tell me that you wouldn't enjoy doing that?"

"Of course I would, but tonight you're more important. Tonight all I care about is you."

"Thank you, but tonight I'd like to be a cuckold, a knowing cuckold."

"Artie, are you sure about that?" 

"Jackie, I'm so excited right now that I can't concentrate on anything other than what's going to happen tonight. Please tell me you'll do it."

"Please? Artie are you begging me to party with another man tonight?"

"Yes, I guess I am."

"Artie that is so hot." Jackie paused for a moment and then she asked, "Sweetheart, are you sure you're ready for this? I don't want to hurt you."




Jackie and Artie Ch. 02



"Why? What do you mean?"

"When my mother, my sister and I go man hunting..."

"Man hunting?"

"That's what we call it when we go out looking for hot guys."

"Okay, so tonight you're going man hunting."

"Yes and when we do that we dress a little more provocatively than what you're used to seeing. We wear a lot more makeup and I..." Jackie hesitated.

I waited.

After a moment she said; "Artie, please don't get mad when I tell you this, but I have several dresses that you've never seen."

"Where do you keep them?"

"At my mom's"

"Would you wear them for me someday? I'd really like to see them."

"Of course I'll wear them for you. I'd love to wear them for you. The only reason I didn't do it before was because they're rather risqué and I was trying to hide that part of my life from you."

"I understand."

"I'll be wearing one of them tonight at the Goldenrod, but Artie..." Jackie's voice trailed off. She was clearly concerned about something.

As gently as possible, I said; "It's all right, I promise I won't get mad."

"I'm not worried that you'll be mad, I just feel bad."

"Why?"

"Because the first time you see me in one of these dresses I'll be wearing it for another man."

Despite my frank conversations with Jackie the previous evening and Connie earlier that afternoon I was still feeling reticent about revealing the full depth of my submissive cuckold desires. Jackie's words were like a match, a match that ignited a fire inside me. Suddenly overwhelmed by a surge of masochistic fervor, I impetuously said; "Ms. Conners I hope that every time I see you in one of those dresses you'll be wearing it for another man."

Jackie was silent. Several seconds passed. I began to worry that I'd gone too far. I was afraid that Jackie was revolted by my perverted urges. In an effort to cover my gaff and recover some of my dignity, I laughed and said; "That was a poor attempt at a joke."

Jackie said; "That was a joke? Oh, I see." The disappointment in her voice was unmistakable.

Comprehending that I'd misinterpreted her silence I tried to backtrack again. "No, I ah...It was...I was only saying that because..." Realizing that my attempt to cover this double gaff was sounding ridiculous I resorted to the truth. "Jackie, I'm sorry. This is still hard for me. When you didn't respond, I thought you were disgusted by what I said. I was embarrassed so I pretended it was a joke."

Laughing, Jackie said; "Artie this is clearly going to take time, patience and trust. I love you. I think you're the most wonderful man in the entire world. I don't believe that you could ever do anything that would disgust me. When you told me you hoped that when you saw me in my secret dresses I'd always be wearing them for other men I got so excited that I nearly had an orgasm. Sweetheart, you don't have to be ashamed about your fantasies, at least not with me. They excite me just as much as they do you."

"Really?"

"Yes; Artie, I'm so excited about tonight. Having you actually sitting there watching me while I..." Jackie stopped. After a moment she asked; "Sweetheart, are you sure you're going to be able to handle this?"

"I think so, why are you asking?"

"Even for a woman, picking up a guy in a bar for sex takes some effort."

"It does? I mean I know it does for men, but you're a beautiful woman. I assumed that guys would be fighting for a chance to get together with you."

"That may be true, but I like to be a little selective about the guys who fuck me."

"Yes, I imagine you do."

"And when I do find a guy that interests me I can't just walk up to him and say; Hey baby, you're cute. Wanna fuck me."

Laughing, I said; "No, I don't suppose you can."

Jackie laughed too and said; "At least not with a guy who I'd consider fuckable."

"Fuckable? Is that a word?"

"I think so, at least for a lot of women it is."

"I've never heard it before."

"That's because you're a man. For most men it's not relevant because most men think every woman is..."

Both of us started laughing as we said the word in unison; "Fuckable."

After a moment Jackie stopped laughing and said; "Artie, I'm still worried."

"Why?"

"Once I've selected my man I'll entice him to join me at my table."

"How will you do that?"

"That's the easy part. I'll stare at him. When he notices me looking at him I'll smile and maybe lick my lips. That's usually all it takes."

"What if he doesn't pick up on it?"

"If that happens he's not the man I'm looking for. Artie when I go man hunting I'm looking for confident, self-assured, assertive men. Those men don't require much encouragement."

"No I don't suppose they do.

"After he sits down at the table I'll take some time to get to know him. I'll want to make sure that he's pleasant enough that I can stand spending a couple of hours with him. Most of the time we're together we'll be playing, but we will have to spend a little time talking."

"What do you do if he turns out to be a real dork?"

"First I'll try gradually moving farther and farther away from him. At the same time I'll become aloof and disinterested in his conversation. I'll also start looking at other guys in the room. That almost always works. The guy usually gets the message and leaves. If it doesn't, I'll excuse myself and go to the lady's room. When I return I won't sit down, instead I'll thank him for the pleasant conversation and tell him that I'd like to spend some time at the bar getting to know some of the other guys and then I'll leave. If he follows me to the bar I'll keep moving away from him. I hate to do that and it almost never happens, but Artie, I'm not going to let a complete creep fuck me just because I feel obligated to be polite."

"What about your mother and sister? Aren't they usually sitting at the table with you?" 

"Only for one drink; once we start man hunting seriously, we scatter. It's much easier to meet a guy when you're alone."

"What happens when you do decide you like the guy?"

"That's when the fun starts and it's also what I'm mostly worried about tonight."

"Why?"

"While I begin flirting with the guy as soon as he sits down; once I've decided that I want to let him do me, I become much more aggressive about it. Rather than move away from him I'll move my chair closer and closer to him. I'll hang on every word he says. I'll also start touching him. All guys respond to that. It won't be long before he has his arm around me and I'm snuggling up to him. After I'm cuddled up to him I'll start rubbing the inside of his thigh. While I'm doing that, I'll occasionally brush my fingers across his stiffening cock."

"Wow!"

"Artie, it is hot, but when you're actually seeing it will you be able to handle it?"

"I think I will."

"He may kiss me. He might even cup my breast with his hand."

"In the middle of a crowded bar?"

"Nobody's going to complain. The Goldenrod isn't a family restaurant. They cater to out of town businessmen. The other guys in the bar are all going to be envious of the guy who's with me. Once in a while one of the other guys will make a crack like, get a room. If that happens, we'll either ignore it or take it as our cue to leave for his hotel."

"What about the restaurant management, won't they complain?"

"Not really. If it gets too hot the bar maid might tell us to cool it, but like I said, the Goldenrod isn't a family restaurant. The management actually thinks it's good for business. Usually when my mom, Nattie and I show up there they buy us our first drink."

"That's amazing, who owns The Goldenrod?"

"A big black guy, his name is Reggie Diamond. He also owns a strip club called The Black Knight."

"It's on the edge of downtown. I've been there."

"Artie, when did you go to a strip club?"

"When I turned twenty-one. The guys in my dorm took me there. It was right before we started going out."

"You never told me about that."

"It never came up. I didn't think it was that big a deal. Lots of guys go to strip clubs when they turn twenty-one. Are you mad at me because I did it?"

"Artie, wouldn't that would be a little hypocritical? The night you went to the strip club some fraternity guy was probably fucking me."

"Now that's an exciting idea."

"Artie, you're incorrigible."

"What can I say? I'm a natural born cuckold. I'd rather watch you give another guy a lap dance, then get one myself."

"Is that true Artie?"

Suddenly embarrassed by the frankness of my admission I stammered, "I ah, well..."

"Artie, I'm sorry. Please don't be embarrassed. I think that's unbelievably exciting. It's just that while I love your attitude, it's going to take me some time before I fully comprehend it. I think one of the reasons were so good together is that in many ways we're complete opposites. I love getting direct physical pleasure. You enjoy denying yourself pleasure. I have some sadistic tendencies, yours are masochistic. You enjoy being submissive, I like to be in control. I'm sexually aggressive, you're more passive. Artie, neither of us is right and neither of us is wrong, we're just different and because we're different there may be times when it's going to be difficult for us to understand each other's perspective."

"That's incredibly insightful. Jackie, I'm always amazed at how smart you are." 

"Thank you Artie, that's a nice compliment."

"I meant it."

"I know you did." Jackie paused for a moment and then she said; "You're going to be just fine tonight, aren't you Artie."

"I think this may turn out to be one of the most sexually exciting experiences I've ever had. It's certainly going to beat the hell out of getting a lap dance at a strip club."

Laughing, Jackie asked, "Artie have you changed your clothes?"

"Not yet, I was going to do that when you called."

"I still have to go to my mothers and change so we'd better get going. I'll see you at the Goldenrod."

"I'm looking forward to it."

"Artie, parking is difficult around the Goldenrod, so use their valet parking."

"Jackie, I'm a teacher. I can't afford valet parking."

"Artie, you're a teacher who's married to a successful attorney. We can afford valet parking."

"I don't know how to do it."

"Pull up to the front door of the restaurant. A man will open your car door and ask you if you want to use valet parking. At the Goldenrod it costs five dollars. Pay him as you get out of the car. He'll give you a claim check. When you're settling your bill in the bar, give the waitress your claim check. If you do that your car will be waiting for you when you come out of the restaurant. Have a five dollar bill your hand. As you walk by the valet, slip it into his hand."

"Jackie we certainly lead different lives now."

"Artie, I'm very successful and I owe much of that success to you. There shouldn't be any disparity in our lifestyles. I'm afraid that there has been some and that's inexcusable. I'm sorry about that Artie. I promise that I'm going to do my best to make it up to you."

"Thanks Jackie, I appreciate that, but I'm a pretty simple guy. I'm happy with my life style and Ms. Conners, since you are my superior; I think a little disparity in our life styles is appropriate."

Jackie gasped and then she whispered, "Artie, my pussy just gushed."

I laughed. "I'm pretty excited too."

"Artie, I know you masturbate, especially on nights when I'm out."

"How..."

"Sometimes when we're getting ready for bed I've noticed bits of dried tissue stuck to the tip of your penis."

"Jackie, I'm sorry; I don't know what to say."

"Artie, you don't have to say anything, you don't have to be embarrassed and you certainly don't have to apologize. I masturbate too."

"You do?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I? It's free and it feels good. Also if anyone needs to apologize it's me. I should have been paying more attention to your needs. I promise you, in the future I intend to rectify that."

"Jackie, I'm not sure I want..."

"Artie, we can still play games with denial. Even if I limit the times you get to fuck me or get blow jobs, we can still have fun. Maybe I'll make you masturbate for me while I tell you about my dates."

A jolt of excitement rippled through my body. "Jackie that would be wonderful. Could we do that when you get home tonight?"

"Why do you think I brought it up? Imagine how much fun it will be if I sit on your face and tell you all about my date while you jack off."

"Will you sit on my face, even after another man's..."

"Fucked me? Yes, but you don't have to worry; I won't be messy."

"You won't?"

"No Artie I won't. I won't know anything about the man I'm going to be with tonight. Because of that he's going to have to use condoms."

"Oh."

"You sound disappointed."

"I...well...It's just that..."

"Artie, STD's are a serious issue."

"Yesterday Ron wasn't wearing a condom."

"Yes, is suppose you did notice that. Artie, I know Ron. He's married to a sexually conservative woman who he loves. He's even more careful about STD's than I am and I'm extremely careful about them. Because I know that, I'll let him do me bareback."

"I see."

"Artie, I was going to tell you this after I got home tonight, but since it's come up, I'll tell you now. I called Ron today. If it's all right with you we're planning to get together at our house on Saturday. He's going to tell his wife that he's playing golf."

"What about the girls?"

"My mother is going to take them to the movies. If you'd like to you could go with them, but you could also stay at home." 

"And be there while Ron is there?"

"Yes."

"What would I do?"

"Right now he believes that I've convinced you to have an open marriage. He actually envy's you. He wishes that he and his wife could have an open marriage, but he's afraid to even discuss it with her. That means you'll be free to stay in your basement office bedroom or if you choose, walk around the house. After all, it is your residence. In either case, you won't have to worry about being embarrassed about Ron's opinion of you because you know what's going on in the bedroom. He'd love to have the same marital situation he thinks you have."

Jackie paused. After a moment she said; "There is another choice."

"What is it?"

"Right now Ron is so grateful that you're not going to name him in a divorce suit that I think we could get him to do anything we asked him to do. Artie, if you really would like to watch, this might be the best chance we'll ever have to make that happen. Of course, if we decide to do that we're going to have to tell him the truth."

"I don't know Jackie. I'm not sure I'm ready to do that yet."

"You don't have to decide right now. We can talk about it more over the next few days. However, no matter what you decide about watching, I do think you should seriously consider staying home on Saturday. If you do, as soon as Ron leaves I promise you that I'll make you come into my bedroom and lick my just fucked pussy. Cuckboy, this coming Saturday you have a chance to eat you're very first fresh cream pie."

I gasped.

Jackie giggled. "Cowboy, I told you I was going to start taking better care of you."

"Jackie, I..."

"You don't have to say anything Artie. Now go change your clothes. I'll see you at the Goldenrod in about an hour."

"I love you Jackie."

"I love you too Cowboy and no matter what you see me do tonight, please don't forget that."

"I won't."

Jackie ended the call. I put the telephone back on its cradle and hurried into the bedroom to change my clothes.

After a quick shower I took my blue blazer and gray slacks out of my closet. I usually wore a golf shirt and khaki slacks to work, so the blazer, gray slacks, dress shirt and neck tie were generally reserved for funerals and weddings. 

I was just slipping into my loafers when I heard Connie come into the kitchen. Leaving my blazer and necktie on the bed, I hurried to the kitchen to greet her.

At 53 Connie Reid was still a strikingly beautiful woman. That evening she wore her long dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her snug fitting cropped tee shirt and skin tight hip hugger jeans accentuated her voluptuous figure. Her spike heeled patent leather pumps and the gold chain she wore around her right ankle added an unmistakable aura of sexuality to her already exotic persona. 

The girls were still seated at the kitchen table. Connie was standing next to them. She was admiring their coloring projects.

As soon as she heard me enter the kitchen Connie turned and smiled at me. "Hey Cowboy."

I smiled back.

Cassandra asked, "Grandma why did you just call daddy Cowboy?"

"I like your daddy. Cowboy is my new pet name for him."

Monica set her crayon down and asked; "What's a pet name Grandma?"

Connie answered, "Sometimes we give special names to the people we really like. We call those names pet names."

"Can we call daddy Cowboy too?"

"You already have a pet name for your daddy. You call him daddy. I think you should keep using that one."

"Okay." Clearly satisfied with this explanation, Monica picked up her crayon and started coloring again.

Looking at me, Connie said; "You clean up pretty nice."

"Thanks, I guess it's a special occasion."

"I'm glad you feel that way. Are you excited?"

After considering Connie's question for a moment, I said; "Yes I am, but I'm a little nervous too."

"We don't have to do this tonight. I can call Jackie. She'll come straight home. She's nervous too. Artie she really does love you and she wants to avoid doing anything that might hurt you."

"I know and that helps. No, earlier today you suggested that this is a good first step. I agree with you. I want to do it."

"All right then, it's time. Let's get your coat and tie and get you on your way. We don't want you to be late for the show."

Connie followed me to the bedroom. When I picked up my tie she took it from me and said, "Why don't you let me do that."

"I can tie my tie."

"I'm sure you can, but tonight is special. Tonight you're going to become my daughters willing cuckold. I understand that it might be a little scary for you, so I want to be certain that you know just how much Jackie, Nattie and I care about you."

She pulled the collar of my shirt up and slipped the tie around my neck. As she began tying it, she said; "Just before I married Gary Conners I took a job as a receptionist for a local insurance agency. It wasn't the agency were I work now. My boss and I developed a very close relationship. Every morning we spent a little quality time together in his office. When we were finished I always retied his necktie for him."

"Did you keep spending quality time with your boss after you got married?"

Connie paused for a moment and then she sighed and said; "Yes Artie I did. Frankly, I never even considered stopping. I didn't see any reason to do that. Mark, that was my boss, meant nothing to me. He was just fun. I hope you can understand that. The other men were never a threat to Gary and the other men in Jackie's life will never be a threat to you." 

Connie resumed working on my tie.

"I gather that Gary couldn't understand that."

"No he couldn't. I attempted to explain it to him, but he had too much pride. He wouldn't even try to understand."

After tightening the knot, Connie pulled my collar back down. As she was straightening it, she said; "There, you look great."

I smiled. Connie walked over to the bed, picked up my blazer and handed it to me. While I was putting it on, she said, "I think you should bring your Kindle."

"My Kindle, why? Connie, I'm going to be much too excited to read."

"I know, but it will make a good cover. No one will pay any attention to you. You'll just be a reserved businessman reading while he has a cocktail after a busy day."

Understanding immediately, I said; "That's a good idea." 




Jackie and Artie Ch. 02



Connie picked up my Kindle from the table next to my side of the bed. After handing it to me she took my other hand and said; "Come on Cowboy, it's time for you to go."

She led me to the kitchen. The girls were still coloring. I kissed each of them and said, "Good bye."

Connie walked me to the door to the garage. While she straightened my jacket, she said; "Have fun tonight Cowboy and remember, you're the only man Jackie loves. Are you excited?"

"Yes, I'm so excited I can barely think."

"Good." She kissed my cheek. "Now get going, you don't want to miss this show."

As I turned to go into the garage I took a quick glance back at the clock on the wall above the sink. It was 5:30. 



Jackie and Artie Ch. 03



This is the third episode in a series entitled "Jackie and Artie". If you have not read the previous two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Jackie and Artie" is a romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative lifestyle. If this subject matter offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

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I hadn't eaten since lunch. While I was too excited to actually be hungry, I realized that not eating would be a mistake. Wanting to avoid the distraction of ordering and eating dinner at The Goldenrod, I opted to pick up a cheese burger and a Coke from a drive through at a fast food hamburger restaurant.

The cheese burger and Coke were both gone by the time I reached the edge of downtown. As I passed the Civic Center I saw the signs advertising the building trades show and smiled. For the rest of my life a trade show would have an entirely new meaning for me.

A block ahead on the right I saw the sign for the Goldenrod Supper Club. Jackie had been correct; parking in this area of downtown was virtually nonexistent. I pulled up to the curb in front of the restaurant and stopped. A young man wearing a blue windbreaker with the logo "Goldenrod Valet" on the back hurried around the front end of my car. I opened my door. 

He held it open and said; "Good evening sir, welcome to The Goldenrod. May I take care of your car for you?"

Leaving the keys in the ignition, I picked up my Kindle and got out my car. The young man handed me a claim ticket. Thankful that Jackie had briefed me on the appropriate routine, I handed him a five dollar bill.

As I walked up the sidewalk a doorman opened one of the heavy double oak doors to the restaurant and said; "Good evening sir, welcome to the Goldenrod. My name is John. When you're ready to leave, give that claim check to your server. We'll have your car waiting for you when you come out."

As I walked passed him, I said; "Thank you John." I was feeling quite sophisticated.

The decor of The Goldenrod was extravagant. Actually flamboyant or even garish might be more accurate descriptions. The floor of the entrance hall was covered with a thick red carpet. Large gilt framed mirrors hung on each side wall and a crystal chandelier was suspended from the ceiling in the center of the hall.

On my left I passed a coat check room. I didn't have a coat. It was early November. While it was chilly, my blazer was still adequate protection against the cold.

There was a maître D station at the opposite end of the hall. A man dressed in a black dinner jacket was standing next to it. On either side of him there were two large open doorways. The one on his right was quiet, the doorway to his left echoed with the buzz of conversation and the clink of glasses. I assumed that the door on his right led to the dining room and the door on his left led to the cocktail lounge.

The maître D stepped forward. "Good evening sir, welcome to the Goldenrod. Are you having dinner with us this evening?"

I glanced through the door on the Maître D's left. I was correct, it was the bar. Smiling at him, I said; "No thank you, I'm just going to go in here and have a drink."

"Very good sir, enjoy yourself."

I nodded to him and walked into the bar.

The bar at The Goldenrod was impressive. Considering the clientele they were trying to attract that wasn't a surprise. It was a large room, at least sixty feet by forty feet. The entire length of the wall opposite the entrance was taken up by an ornate oak bar. A series of shelves extending from the bar level to just below the ceiling took up the wall behind the bar. The shelves were filled with an extensive selection of liquors. The rest of the space in the room was occupied by sixteen square tables with four chairs each. 

About two dozen men all dressed in suits or sport jackets were standing by the bar in clusters of four or five. Another three groups of men were seated at the tables. One of the groups was quite large. In order to accommodate everyone in their party they'd pushed two of the tables together. 

Two tables were occupied by women, one group of three and another group of two. None of the women were wearing business suits. Instead, they were all wearing cocktail dresses; dresses that were more suitable for a date then a business meeting. I suspected that they were here for the same reason as my wife and her sister.

There was an unoccupied table in the back corner of the bar that afforded an unobstructed view of the entire room. I walked back to it, sat down, opened my Kindle and turned it on. Connie had given me good advice. The Kindle provided me with an unobtrusive facade that would allow me to observe the activities in the bar without drawing undo attention to myself.

While I was getting settled a striking, middle aged blond made her way to my table. Dressed in a black miniskirt, thigh high nylon stockings, spike heeled pumps and a low cut tight white blouse that just barely contained her ample breasts; she was the sexiest cocktail waitress I'd ever encountered.

"Hi sweetie, I'm Traci. What's your name?"

"I'm Artie."

"Hi Artie; why are you hiding back here in the corner?"

"I don't know, I guess I'm just shy."

Traci smiled at me. It was an irresistible smile so filled with warmth that it could melt an iceberg. "I love shy men."

Unable to come up with a reasonable response I simply smiled back at her.

Traci laughed. "You really are shy. Artie, I think I'm already in love with you." She leaned over giving me an unobstructed view of the small portion of her breasts that had been previously concealed by her skimpy blouse and said; "What can I get you from the bar?"

Grinning, I answered; "I'd like a Heineken."

"Sweetheart, I know just where to get one. I'll be right back." 

Traci turned. As she walked away my attention was momentarily focused on her gorgeous rear end, but then I glanced at the entrance to the bar and saw my sister. She was standing in the doorway surveying the room.

A second later Jackie joined her. I stared at her in amazement. While Jackie had warned me that on these evenings she adopted a persona that was a little more daring than usual, I wasn't prepared for what I saw. Both women radiated sexuality. 

Jackie's shoulder length light brown hair was combed back and draped loosely along the left side of her face and neck. Her mascara and eye shadow were thick and dark, her lips heavily rouged. 

The bright red cocktail dress she was wearing was tight and low cut, so low cut that I was afraid her large breasts might pop free at any moment. The dress was also shockingly short. I could actually see the lace tops of her thigh high stockings and the stays of her garter belt. Amazed, I stared at those stays. My wife was wearing a garter belt. I didn't even know that she owned a garter belt. 

I wasn't surprised to see that Jackie was wearing black patent leather pumps with at least five inch heels, I'd expected those. Jackie has always loved sexy shoes. The silver bracelet she was wearing on her right ankle did surprise me. I'd read enough stories on the cuckold web sites to understand the significance of that fashion choice.

Even more surprising was the silver, jewel encrusted choker Jackie wore around her neck. Like the dress, garter belt and anklet; I'd never seen it before. I assumed that it had to be high quality costume jewelry. If it wasn't, it must have cost a fortune. 

Nattie was dressed in a similar fashion. Her hair was a much darker shade of brown than Jackie's, but it was about the same length and this evening she also wore it combed back and draped casually along the left side of her face and neck. While her cocktail dress was a rich shade of magenta rather than red, it was every bit as short and low cut as Jackie's dress.

Nattie was also wearing a garter belt, stockings and a bracelet on her right ankle, although her bracelet was gold rather than silver. She was wearing a necklace too, but it was a simple string of pearls rather than the dazzling, jewel encrusted choker that my wife wore.

I took a quick glance around the room. Every man at the bar was watching my wife and her sister. I felt a momentary sense of pride. It was quickly replaced by a feeling of cuckold angst when I remembered that one of these men would later take my wife back to his hotel room where he would enjoy all the pleasures her body has to offer while I wait patiently for her to return home. 

My distress grew when I remembered that when Jackie did return home the only pleasure I'd be allowed would be to masturbate like a teen aged boy while she taunted and teased me about the ecstasy she'd just experienced in the arms of another man.

Of course I was a masochistic, submissive cuckold, so my distress almost immediately turned into intense arousal.

I also knew that the only reason Jackie was going deny me the pleasures enjoyed by the other man was because it was part of a game we were playing, a game both of us found unbelievably exciting.

After a quick survey of the room Jackie and Nattie walked over to a table only two away from mine. While I desperately wanted to smile at them, I didn't. I knew it was forbidden. Instead I covertly watched them from behind the facade of my Kindle. 

As Jackie and Nattie sat down they both winked at me. My heart soared. Continuing to pretend that I was reading my Kindle I smiled at them. They both winked again.

I noticed that the chair Jackie had chosen was directly opposite from mine. She was facing me. Nattie was seated on Jackie's left, which meant that her back was to the bar. This puzzled me, especially Nattie's position. I thought that both of them would have situated themselves so that they could easily watch the men at the bar.

As I was considering this, Traci arrived with my beer. She set a pilsner glass in front of me, poured the bottle of Heineken into it and said; "There you are cutie."

I smiled at her and said; "Thank you." And then not being familiar with how things worked in a bar like The Goldenrod, I naively asked, "How much do I owe you?"

"Honey, a Heineken is four dollars, but I started a tab for you. You can settle with me when you're ready to leave."

I nodded.

"But if you'd like, you can tip me right now." Traci raised her skirt, exposing her garter belt and thong panties. Several dollar bills were tucked under the straps of her garter belt. Understanding immediately, I took out my money clip, peeled off a dollar bill and nervously slipped it under her closest garter strap.

As soon as I was finished Traci winked at me and said, "Thanks Cutie, I'll check back in a little while to see how you're doing."

She turned; while she was walking away I glanced at Jackie and Nattie. They were both giggling.

Traci went directly to their table. "Hi Jackie, Hi Nattie; I thought I might see you tonight. Where's Connie? She never misses the opening night of a trade show. I hope she's okay."

Both Jackie and Nattie smiled at her. Nattie said; "Our mom is fine. She had some business she had to take care of. She'll be here little later. I came early because I wanted to visit with Jackie for a few minutes."

Jackie said; "I can't stay late."

Traci nodded. "I know, you have to get home to your husband." Then giggling she asked, "Does he enjoy slippery seconds." 

Looking at Traci with mock indignation, Jackie said; "Traci Dylan, you know very well that I always make the men I meet here wear condoms."

Traci grinned. "Oh I know that. I was just trying to find out if your husband knew what you were really doing tonight."

Jackie looked at me. I knew what she was asking. A little thrill rippled through my loins. This was an opportunity to take another baby step. I slowly nodded.

Smiling, Jackie turned to Traci and said; "Would it shock you if I told you that he knows exactly what I'm going to do tonight?"

"Are you telling me that you have an open marriage?"

"Nope, it's only half open; I'm the only one who gets to fool around."

Traci smiled. "It not only doesn't shock me, it makes me like you even more. I happen to have a several close friends who enjoy that lifestyle. Honestly, I wish I could find a sweet guy who'd like to be my cuckold."

Nattie laughed. "Join the club. My mom and I would both love that too. I can't begin to tell you how much we envy Jackie."

"Is her husband a sweetie?"

"The absolute sweetest."

I glanced at Jackie. She was grinning. She was also intently watching me out of the corner of her eye.

Traci said, "Every cuckold I've ever met is a sweetheart. I'd love to meet your husband. The next time there's a trade show, why don't you bring him with you. I'll bet he'd love to watch and I promise you that I'll take very good care of him."

Jackie looked at me again and again I knew exactly what she was asking. The previous evening she'd made it clear that she wanted people to know that I was her submissive husband and her cuckold. Eventually I wanted that too, I just needed a little time to get used to the idea before we announced it to the world. Traci seemed like a nice person and she said that she had friends who enjoyed the lifestyle, so this seemed like a good opportunity to take another baby step. While I did realize that there was a chance for embarrassment, I didn't actually know anyone here but Jackie and Nattie, so if the situation did become unpleasant I could always leave. Taking a deep breath, I looked directly at Jackie and nodded.

Jackie turned to Traci and said, "Will you promise to be discreet? He's kind of shy about this."

Nodding, Traci said; "I understand. Don't worry; I used to be a pro. For me, discretion is a well-established habit."

"Okay, we'll trust you. My husband is here tonight. You just served him a beer."

Traci looked at me and then back at Jackie. "Cutie is your husband?"

Nattie said, "He sure is."

Laughing, Traci said; "I stand by my previous statement. Every cuckold I've ever met is a sweetheart."

Jackie and Nattie both laughed. Behind my Kindle I was blushing.

Concerned that we'd just created a disturbance all four of us looked around the bar. Several men were watching us, but it was immediately apparent that their attention was focused on Jackie, Nattie and Traci and that interest was purely prurient.

Traci sat down in the chair to Jackie's right. It put her in a position that allowed her to talk to Jackie and Nattie while still including me in the conversation. In a conspiratorial tone of voice she asked, "Okay, so how is this going to go down?"

Nattie looked at me and then she turned to Traci and said; "Actually we do have a plan."

Traci asked, "What is it?"

Jackie said, "Originally we were just going to do what we usually do when we're here and let Artie watch. On the way over here we realized that we had another option and we decided that it's a better plan."

"Tell me." Traci was all ears.

Jackie said, "Our concern is that our little cutie is new at this. In fact this is his very first time watching."

"Really? You've been coming in here for several years and you've always told me that you were married."

Jackie quietly answered, "Yes, well Artie only recently learned about my interest in other men."

Raising her eyebrows, Traci said, "In deed."

Jackie nodded. "Yes, I was afraid that if my sweetie learned the truth about me he'd leave. As it turns out, when he did learn the truth he understood. In fact I was shocked to discover that he actually found the situation exciting."

"How did he find out?"

"He came home unexpectedly and caught me in bed with another man."

"That had to be traumatic for him."

"It was."

"How long ago did it happen?"

"Yesterday."

"And he's here tonight? Shit you guys are made for each other." Traci looked at me. 

I flashed a chagrined smile and shrugged.

Laughing, she said; "I love you guys, please let me party with you."

Nattie said, "We'd love to do that, but right now Artie is our primary concern. We want to include him in our fun but we also want to protect him and we really want to avoid pushing him into a situation where he's going to be hurt or embarrassed."

"You said you had a plan for tonight. What is it?"

"I'm not interested in picking up a guy until Connie gets here, so we thought that maybe I should sit with Artie and give him a little encouragement while Jackie's hooking up."

Traci nodded. "That's a good idea. Can I help too?"

Jackie asked, "What did you have in mind?"

"I have to work, but the bar's not actually all that busy, so I will have a little free time. I thought that maybe I could occasionally stop by and give Artie a little physical stimulation."

"I think he might like that, but I have to warn you. You need to be careful." Jackie was smiling at me.

"You're telling me that he has a tendency to cum quickly?"

"Yes, especially when he's excited."

Grinning, Traci said; "That also seems to be a common trait of most cuckolds."

"That may be one of the reasons they become cuckolds." Nattie was grinning too, so was Jackie. I was once again blushing behind my Kindle.

Jackie looked at Nattie and said; "I think we should get started."

Nattie nodded. "Have you seen anyone that interests you?"

"Not yet, but I really haven't started looking. I've been a little preoccupied."

"Okay, it's time for you to get focused and start shopping." Nattie stood up.

Jackie laughed, "I love to shop." And then she turned her chair so that she was in a better position to peruse the men standing at the bar while still being able to watch me out of the corner of her eye.

Traci stood up. "Jackie, can I bring you a glass of pinot grigio?"

Smiling, Jackie said; "That is the beverage of choice for discriminating shoppers. Thank you, I'd like that."

"How about you Nattie? Same thing?"

"Yes please."

Nattie turned to me. "Hey Cowboy, how's your beer?"

I glanced at the glass in front of me. I'd taken one sip. "I'm fine."

Looking at Nattie, Traci asked, "Cowboy?"

Jackie turned and said, "That's our new pet name for him. In private we use cuckboy, but in public Cowboy is a little more acceptable."

Traci laughed. "I love it." And then she turned and hurried over to the bar.

Nattie walked over to my table and sat down in the chair on my immediate left. This allowed her to keep an eye on both Jackie and the men at the bar while she was talking to me. As she was sitting down she said; "I hope you don't mind a little company."

Setting my Kindle down, I said; "No, in fact I think your company will be reassuring."

"That's what we thought too, and I can't think of anything I'd rather do right now than reassure you." 

Suddenly, I felt Nattie's hand on my leg. I looked at her.

She smiled and began massaging my thigh.

Completely disarmed, all I could do was stare at the table top in front of me. Natalie Reid is a beautiful, sexy woman; but she's also my sister.

Nattie's hand slipped to the inside of my thigh and then I felt her fingers brush my erect penis.

I gasped.

Nattie whispered, "Like that Cowboy?"

I looked up at Jackie, my eyes pleading for help.

She was watching me. Grinning, she mouthed the words, "It's okay, just relax and enjoy yourself."

I vigorously shook my head.

Jackie laughed and went back to perusing the men at the bar.

Nattie started tracing the outline of my erection with her fingertips.

I whispered, "Nattie, you have to stop that!"

"Why Cowboy? Aren't you enjoying it?"

Totally nonplussed, I stammered; "No! I mean...well, of course I am; but..."

"But what Cowboy?" Nattie's voice was soft and sensuous. She squeezed my penis.




Jackie and Artie Ch. 03



I mustered all of my self-control and said; "You can't do that, you're my sister."

Keeping her hand on my penis, Nattie stopped squeezing me. "Why not, I'm just you're sister. It's not like we're blood relatives and truthfully, I'm only your half sister-in-law."

Confused, I stared at Nattie. As I realized what she was telling me, I suddenly I began to understand.

Seeing the recognition in my eyes, Nattie said; "That's right Artie, Jackie and I do not have the same father and if you remember what Gary Conners looks like, it's really quite easy to determine which of us is actually his daughter.

I looked from Nattie to Jackie and back to Nattie again. Now that I knew, it was obvious. Jackie has a fair complexion and light brown hair. Nattie's skin is richer, almost olive toned and her hair is dark brown. Jackie is slender and sinewy. Nattie, while still very sexy, is more solidly built; more athletic. 

Gary Conners lives in Seattle so I don't know him very well. Still, I did spend quite a bit of time with him during the week of our wedding and since our wedding he's visited us twice a year so that he can see his grandchildren. Gary is a slender, graceful man with light brown hair and a fair complexion. Jackie's resemblance to her father is readily apparent.

Understanding, I said; "You're telling me that Gary Conners isn't your father?"

Nattie smiled. "That's right."

"Does he know?"

"Of course he knows. Gary and my mother divorced when I was seven and Jackie was five. By that time it was fairly obvious that I probably wasn't his daughter. He was divorcing my mother because he knew that she was a chronic cheater so that made the likelihood that I was fathered by another man even higher."

Nodding, I said; "I see. That's why you use the name Reid, rather than Conners."

"Actually my father made me do that. Once he discovered that I wasn't his biological daughter, he disowned me."

"That must have been painful."

"It was. Gary Conners raised me from the time I was born until I was seven. In my mind he will always be my father."

"That's why Jackie was so concerned about establishing that Cassie is my biological daughter."

"That's right. After seeing what happened between Gary and me, Jackie was terrified by the possibility that Cassie might not be yours. Mom, Jackie and I were all relieved when we discovered that she really was your daughter."

"Have you ever met your biological father?"

"No, mom doesn't even know who he is."

I shook my head. "Today, Connie told me that the other men in her life were never a threat to Gary Conners, but I guess that really wasn't true."

"No it was true and the men in Jackie's life should never be a threat to you. I was an accident."

"An accident?"

"Yes, right after they got married Gary and my mom decided they wanted to have a child, so my mom quit taking her birth control pills. She also stopped playing around with other men."

"She must not have stopped completely."

"It was early November. Gary's dad had a brother who owned a farm in Northwestern Iowa. Every fall Gary, his dad and his two brothers went to the farm for a weekend of pheasant hunting. Mom understood that it was also a male bonding trip so even though she was invited, she stayed home."

"That Saturday night she went out for dinner with her good friend Jenny Frye. Jenny was also married and she enjoyed partying with other men just as much as my mother did. Because my mom was off the pill, they were planning on restricting themselves to a girl's night out without any fooling around at all. They went to a steak house that also had a nice bar. It was a little like this place, only not as expensive."

"What happened?"

"After dinner they went into the bar for a drink and met two businessmen from New Jersey. They were in town for a weekend sales seminar."

"I see."

"After a couple of drinks together, they invited Jenny and my mom to go back to their hotel with them. My mom's never been very good at saying no, so she agreed to go, but she since she wasn't on the pill she told them that she needed protection. Unfortunately nobody had any condoms. This was 1977; the AIDs epidemic hadn't yet started so women who were taking birth control pills didn't have to be as concerned about using condoms. It was late and the area drug stores were all closed. They ended up buying condoms from a vending machine in the men's room at a freeway gas station."

"Not your highest quality product."

Quality wasn't the only problem. Paul; that's my biological father's name, or at least the name he gave my mother that night; was apparently quite well endowed. He needed magnums and they weren't available in the gas station machines. The very first rubber they used broke."

"Oh."

"Unfortunately neither of them realized it until after he'd finished cumming and pulled out. Of course by then it was too late."

"And that was prior to the invention of the morning after pill."

"Yes it was. A month later my mother missed her period. A visit to the doctor confirmed it, she was pregnant. She hoped and prayed that the father was her husband and not Paul; but as I matured, it became increasingly apparent that I wasn't Gary Conners child."

"I'm sorry."

Nattie shrugged. "I have to admit that I have mixed feelings about it."

"What do you mean?"

"While I wish I was Gary Conner's daughter, I'm not and there's nothing I can do to change that. I also understand that if that rubber hadn't broken that night, I wouldn't exist and someone else would now be Gary Conner's daughter."

"Yes, I see."

"I just wish that he would accept me. I know there was a time he did love me and I can't believe that someone can just stop loving somebody."

"Have you tried to talk to him?"

"Many times; he returns my letters unopened, he told Jackie that he deletes my emails without reading them and when I try to call him he hangs up as soon as he realizes it's me."

"He's hurt."

"Yes, but I didn't hurt him."

"Your mother hurt him."

"She did, but she also always loved him."

"She had another man's baby."

"It was an accident, an accident that produced me. Artie, how would you have reacted if you'd discovered that Cassie was another man's child?"

"I don't know, it would have been difficult, but I don't think I could ever stop loving her and I can't imagine ever cutting her out of my life."

"And Artie, that's why I'll always be in love with you."

"I'm your sister's husband."

"That doesn't mean I can't love you too."

Nattie gave my penis a squeeze. "That doesn't mean that you'll ever get a chance to fuck me."

I laughed. "I didn't think it did."

Leaning over, Nattie whispered; "But I hear that you give wonderful head. I hope that someday soon I will get to feel your tongue in my pussy."

My face flushed with embarrassment.

Nattie tongued my ear and said; "I also understand that you like to kiss and lick Jackie's ass."

Shocked, I stiffened.

Giggling, Nattie said; "Jackie and I are not only half-sisters, we're also best friends. We tell each other everything. Cowboy, I love having my ass licked, but I've only met one guy who enjoyed doing it. Most guys won't even consider it."

"May I ask who the guy was who enjoyed doing it?"

"Sure Cowboy, you can ask me anything."

"Who was he?"

"His name was Milton Craig. Everyone called him Miltie. Miltie was my botany lab partner during the fall of my junior year at Kelroy. He was a lot like you; slender, not very tall, cute as a button and as sweet as homemade candy."

"I'm not sure a guy likes to be thought of as being cute as a button."

Nattie laughed. "Get used to it cuckboy. We all think you're as cute as a button and were not going to be willing to pretend otherwise."

"I see." My voice reflected my embarrassment.

"Come on sweetie, we love you and yes, we also think you're outrageously sexy; sort of like a debonair socialite."

Smiling, I said; "I like debonair socialite better than cute as a button."

Nattie gave my penis a gentle squeeze. "I'll bet you do cutie pie."

"You like to tease, don't you Nattie."

"I do and that's what got me into trouble with Miltie."

"In trouble? What happened?"

"Like I said, we were botany lab partners. That fall we spent a lot of time together. We became friends, good friends. Unfortunately Miltie was kind of shy and I liked to tease him. No, it was more than that, a lot more than that."

"What do you mean?"

"Jackie has a bit of a sadistic streak. So does my mom."

"Yes, I've become quite aware of that."

"I have one too. I guess all the Reid girls have one."

"All right."

"When Miltie and I became friends he started hanging around my apartment a lot. That was fine with me; I really did enjoy his company. In his own way he was charming and kind of gallant. It was also easy to manipulate him and it wasn't long before I had him doing my laundry, cooking my food and cleaning my apartment. I also got a thrill out of making him beg for sex and I quickly discovered that I could get him to lick my pussy and ass for hours in exchange for as little as a handjob."

Nattie was actually describing the relationship with Jackie that I'd created in my imagination. Nervously, I said; "You realize that you're describing the relationship that Jackie and I have."

"Yes I do, but there's one significant difference in the relationship you and Jackie have. She makes sure that you know you're loved. I didn't do that with Miltie and it's now one of my greatest regrets."

"What happened?"

"My teasing, degrading and domination of Miltie became increasingly cruel. Artie I was young and stupid and the power I felt when I was teasing and tormenting him was exciting. I can't begin to tell you how much I wish I could go back and change the way I treated that lovely guy." Nattie sighed. "But I can't and one night it all blew up."

"Tell me."

"Miltie was at my apartment. We were watching television. Over the past month, I'd become increasingly stingy about granting him any kind of sex. He wasn't even getting handjobs anymore. If he wanted to cum he had to masturbate while he was either licking my ass or kissing my feet."

"You do realize that many of the men visiting cuckold web sites would think this was an unbelievably exciting fantasy."

"Yes, for some men I'm sure it does make a pretty good fantasy, but in reality it can be horribly unpleasant; believe me, I know."

"So what did happen?"

"Earlier that evening, I'd gotten a call from Myron Long. Myron was a big black guy that I knew from the dance clubs."

"Myron Long?"

Nattie giggled. "He was appropriately named."

"That doesn't surprise me."

"It shouldn't. Our mom, your wife and I are all size queens."

"I learned that last night."

"Anyway, Myron was a couple of years older than I was and incredibly sexy. He also had that attitude of casual arrogance common among street wise black men. Sex with him was unbelievably hot. I don't know if you're aware of this, but you're wife, our mom and I all occasionally enjoy a man who treats us like a slut."

"Yes, Jackie's told me about that."

"Well Myron was a classic."

"I see."

"Anyway, I invited him to come over, but I didn't tell Miltie he was coming and I didn't tell Myron that Miltie would be there."

"This doesn't sound good."

"It wasn't. It was one of the stupidest things I've ever done. When Myron arrived and saw Miltie he asked what the wimp was doing there."

"He really asked that?"

"Yes and it gets worse."

"Tell me."

I was excited and getting off on the kinkiness of the situation so I told Myron not to worry about Miltie, he was just my maid."

"You didn't."

"I did and every time I think about it now, I want to cringe."

"Yeah, it doesn't sound like it was your finest moment."

"It wasn't."

"What happened next?"

"Before Myron arrived Miltie had been sitting on the couch with me, but when he went to sit down again I told him that was Myron's spot. Myron and I both laughed as Miltie obediently sat down in the chair across from the couch."

"How did he take that?"

"I don't really know. At that moment I was so wrapped up in my own pleasure and excitement that I wasn't paying much attention to Miltie's reaction to what was happening. I wish I'd paid more attention. If I had I might have stopped pushing him so hard."

"What did you do?"

"Myron and I sat down on the couch and immediately started making out. While we were making out Myron was slowly undressing me. It wasn't long before he had my blouse unbuttoned, my bra unhooked and my jeans and panties down around my knees."

"And Miltie was sitting in the chair across from you, watching."

"In my mind he wasn't just watching, he was obediently watching and that got me even more excited."

"So what happened next?"

"I opened Myron's pants and took out his cock. Artie, Myron is big, amazingly big. As soon as I had it out I leaned over and kissed it and then I looked across at Miltie and told him that this was a man's cock, not a little boy's wee wee like he had."

"How did he react to that?"

"He just stared at me. That should have been a signal to back off, but by then I was so excited by my little power trip that I didn't pay any attention to what was happening with Miltie. Instead I stupidly pushed him even harder. I told him that I was going to suck Myron's big beautiful black cock and if he wanted he could take out his little wee wee and jack off while he watched because that was all little boys got to do."

"Whew, that was harsh."

"Artie, I am so ashamed of myself for saying that."

"We all do things that we later regret. What did Miltie do?"

"I'd finally pushed him over the edge. He stood up and said no. His voice was controlled, but the undertone of hurt and anger was unmistakable. He stared at me and told me that he once thought I was his friend, that I cared about him, but apparently he'd been wrong. It was now clear that I felt only contempt for him."

Nattie paused for a moment and then she said; "Myron stood up and moved towards Miltie. It looked like he was going to hit him. I grabbed him and screamed that he should leave him alone. Myron relaxed and Miltie took that opportunity to turn and run out of my apartment. I started to follow him, but since my jeans were down around my ankles and my blouse was unbuttoned I had to put myself back together before I could do anything. By the time I got down to the street in front of my apartment Miltie was over a block away."

"So what happened after that?'

I went back upstairs, but I didn't feel like partying with Myron anymore. Myron is actually a pretty nice guy, so he understood. We talked for a while about what had happened. We agreed that we'd both been inexcusably stupid and then he left. After he was gone I tried to call Miltie, but he refused to answer his telephone."

"Did you ever get a chance to talk to him?"

"I wanted to apologize so badly, but Miltie never gave me a chance." Nattie shrugged. "I don't really blame him. I really was an asshole. The next day he withdrew from the botany class and whenever I saw him on campus he'd turn and walk the other way. When I tried to call him he'd hang up as soon as he realized it was me. The semester ended just before Christmas. Miltie went home for the break and never came back."

"So you've never had a chance to apologize."

"No and I would still love to be able to do that."

"Have you seen Myron Long since then?"

"Yes, we still occasionally get together. He wishes he could apologize to Miltie too."

Nattie smiled at me. The sadness in her eyes was evident. I smiled back at her.

For a moment we looked at each other in silence and then Nattie sighed. "Artie, I really blew it. Miltie was a wonderful guy. All I had to do was make sure that he knew I loved him. If I'd been smart enough to do that we might have been perfect for each other."

"Why don't you try to contact him now?"

"I wouldn't know where to begin looking for him and even if I could find him, I can't imagine that he'd be willing to talk to me. No Artie, I doubt that I'll ever see Miltie again, but I did learn from that experience. So did Jackie and my mom."

"What do you mean?"

"Artie you are going to be the most loved cuckold who ever existed. Jackie, my mom and I are all going to see to that."

As we both grinned at each other Nattie gave my cock another squeeze.

I laughed.

Nattie smiled, but then her gaze suddenly moved to Jackie. For a moment her eyes shifted back and forth between Jackie and the men at the bar and then she turned to me and whispered; "Artie, I think your wife just found her playmate for the evening."

My stomach filling with butterflies, I stared at Nattie with a puzzled expression.

She said; "Artie, watch her, you'll see. Jackie really is good at this; better than either my mother or me."

I pulled myself together and turned my attention to my wife. Her gaze was fixed on the bar. Remembering what she'd told me earlier, I followed Jackie's eyes and immediately picked out the object of her attention. He was a tall man, at least six foot three. Broad shouldered with a muscular torso, he reminded me of the athletes Jackie dated before we were engaged. 

Chuckling to myself, I realized that I had to revise that statement. I now knew that Jackie never really stopped dating those jocks. In fact, she not only continued dating them after we were engaged; she was still dating them after we were married.

Excited by that thought, I continued my appraisal of Jackie's stud. He was a handsome man with chiseled facial features that brought to mind a western movie hero. His full head of long wavy brown hair was combed straight back. He carried himself with an air of self-assured dignity and when he spoke, the men standing around him at the bar listened intently. Pangs of jealousy crept into my gut as I realized that this was a man of obvious substance,

Next to me, Nattie whispered; "He really is a dreamboat."

I looked at her. 

Immediately fearing that she might have upset me, Nattie said; "Artie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

I smiled. "It's okay; I think I'd be disappointed if Jackie picked out a homely man."

Nattie laughed. You don't have to worry about that. When it comes to selecting playmates all three of us are quite fussy." She gave my penis a gentle squeeze and asked; "You doing okay big guy?"

I nodded.

While this was occurring, Traci returned from the bar. Without saying anything she set a glass of wine in front of my wife and then she walked over to our table. There was a second glass of wine and another bottle of Heineken on her tray. After setting the glass of wine in front of Nattie, she set the bottle of beer next to my still nearly full glass.

Not sure what to do and concerned about running up a large bar tab, I nervously said; "I didn't order that."

Traci nodded. "I know you didn't, but the manager of the Goldenrod thinks that Connie, Jackie, Nattie and some of the other women who come here are good for business, so they drink for free. Since you're Jackie's husband, I decided to extend that same courtesy to you."

As I was about to protest, Nattie put her hand on my arm and said, ""Thank you Traci." And then she opened her purse and took out a five dollar bill. Handing it to me, she said; "Cowboy, please tip her."

Traci raised the hem of her skirt. I folded the bill down the middle and slipped it under the strap of her garter. As soon as it was secure Traci lowered her skirt, leaned over, kissed my cheek and said; "I just love little cowboys."

I blushed. Next to me, Nattie chuckled and gave my cock another firm squeeze.

Traci gave me another peck on the cheek and said; "Please excuse me, I have to take care of a couple of tables. I'll check back in a few minutes." 




Jackie and Artie Ch. 03



Nattie and I both watched as she hurried over to the table where the three women had been sitting alone. Three men from the bar had just joined them. 

Nattie whispered to me, "It looks like those three going to have fun tonight."

Nodding, I said; "I wonder if their husbands know what they're doing?"

Nattie laughed. "Artie, you are a little cuckboy, aren't you."

I grinned.

"Well cuckboy, check out your wife and her prospective playmate."

I looked at Jackie, she was smiling. I glanced at the man at the bar. She'd caught his eye and he was now watching her. I moved my chair so that I could see both of them at the same time. Jackie started lasciviously licking her lips. It was an overtly lewd display and the fact that it was directed at another man created feelings of both arousal and apprehension for me. 

The man raised his eyebrows and then he tilted his head and smiled. He was asking a silent question. Jackie slowly nodded. She was responding with an equally silent answer.

He turned. After saying something to the men who were standing at the bar, he picked up his drink and walked slowly over to my wife. The other men all watched him leave with obvious envy.

When he arrived at Jackie's table he said; "I'm Clayton Taylor. May I join you?"

Jackie gestured towards the empty chair next to her; "I was hoping you would. I'm Jackie Conners."

As Mr. Taylor sat down, he said; "You're here all alone."

Shaking her head, Jackie answered; "My sister is here too. She's sitting with that gentleman over there." She nodded towards me.

After giving me a quick glance, Mr. Taylor turned back to my wife. "That scrawny guy reading the Kindle? An Interesting choice for such a beautiful woman."

"She has a taste for slender intellectual men."

"Do you share that same taste?"

"Actually I do, my husband looks very much like him."

"You mean he's a scrawny, bookish wimp."

Jackie frowned. "You're talking about my husband."

"Yes I am and you can't tell me that I'm wrong."

"Why can't I?"

"He has to be a wimp. He's got a beautiful wife and it's obvious that he can't satisfy her."

"Who said he can't satisfy me?"

"If he could, you wouldn't be here."

"My being here has nothing to do with my husband's ability to satisfy me and I'm beginning to think that inviting you to sit down may have been a mistake." Jackie's voice was suddenly frosty and aloof. She moved her chair away from him.

Holding up his hands in a gesture of surrender, Mr. Taylor said; "Hey I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that..." He hesitated.

"It's just that what?" Jackie's voice was still tinged with frost, but now I had the suspicion that she was merely toying with her prey.

"I mean, you're here sitting alone in this bar filled with men and well, you did smile at me."

"Yes I did smile at you."

"But then you told me that your husband makes you happy and..." Clayton Taylor shook his head. "Jackie Conners, you have me a little confused."

Jackie smiled at him. "Clayton, my husband does satisfy me, I just happen to occasionally enjoy a little variety."

Clearly relieved by the warmer tone in Jackie's voice, Mr. Taylor smiled back at her and said; "Of course." But then he paused. After a moment he asked; "Does your husband know about your fondness for variety?"

"Clayton, you're wearing a wedding ring."

Nodding sheepishly, he answered; "Yes I am."

"Are you going to tell your wife about meeting me?"

"No I ah..." Clearly flustered, he stopped and then sighing, he admitted; "No, I'm not."

"Well I am."

Mr. Taylor looked at Jackie with a puzzled expression. "I don't understand. "

"When I get home tonight, I'm going to tell my husband about you, all about you."

"You are?"

"Yes I am." Jackie pulled her chair closer to Clayton Taylor and said in a whisper loud enough for Nattie and me to hear; "I'm going to tell him all about your great big cock. I really hope that you know how to use it."

Clayton Taylor flushed.

Nattie leaned over and whispered; "You do understand that she's doing this for your benefit."

Nodding, I said; "Yes, but I think she's enjoying it too."

Giggling, Nattie said; "Oh she is and so am I."

I turned to Nattie and smiled. "Me too."

Nattie stared at me. "Are you Artie? Does watching your wife flirt with another man get you hot?"

While admitting my cuckold fantasies to someone else was still difficult, at that moment I was unbelievably aroused. Staring back at Nattie, I took a deep breath and said; "Yes, more than you can possibly imagine."

Nattie laughed. "I don't know about that Cowboy, I have a pretty good imagination."

I continued watching my wife and her new friend. Clayton Taylor's eyes were closed. He was taking slow deep breaths. Jackie's bluntness had temporarily disarmed him. Still, he was a strong, confident man. A man not easily cowed. Quickly gathering his wits, he smiled at my wife and said; "I've been told that I do. I hope that tonight I'll have an opportunity to give you a demonstration."

"Just a demonstration?"

"Actually I was hoping that we might have time for a full performance."

"Is it a one act play?"

Mr. Taylor laughed. "No, I'm good for three full acts."

"Really? You must be an accomplished director."

"I'll admit that I do like to be in charge."

Jackie moved so that her body was pressed against Mr. Taylor's. As she snuggled up to him, she said; "I love a man who knows how to take charge."

Placing his fingers on my wife's cheek, Clayton Taylor gently turned her head so that she was facing him. For a second he looked into her eyes and then he leaned over and kissed Jackie softly on the lips.

As I watched my wife return this handsome stranger's kiss I was overwhelmed by a myriad of emotions. Feelings of jealousy, angst, envy, fear, humiliation and arousal all surged through me. While I'd expected those responses, I was surprised to discover that every one of them was eclipsed by a staggering and undeniable desire to serve my wife. At that moment I understood that this had always been our destiny. I was Jackie's submissive husband and she was my goddess. Enjoying other men was one of her privileges and as her cuckold it was my duty to support her. 

Next to me, Nattie whispered, "Cowboy, are you all right?"

"Yes, Ms. Natalie; I am."

"Ms. Natalie? Cowboy, tell me; what you're thinking about right now."

"I'd like to tell you, but I'm afraid you'll laugh at me."

Gently kissing my cheek, Nattie said; "Years ago, I made that mistake with Miltie. I promise you I will never do that again."

I wanted to believe Nattie. I wanted to trust her. I wanted to confide in her. I desperately wanted to open my soul to her. I studied her face; the sincerity in her eyes was genuine. I decided it was worth the risk. Taking a deep breath, I said; "Right now I wish I was on my knees, underneath that table, kissing Jackie's feet."

For a moment Nattie stared at me in silence and then she whispered, "Artie honey, I think that might be the most erotic admission I've ever heard."

"Nattie, do you think I'm weird?"

"Artie, we're all weird. So what? I'm happy for you. You're beginning to embrace your sexual fantasies. They're harmless, they're fun and you just happen to be in a situation where they can actually become real."

"Not really."

"Why?"

"This is a public restaurant. I can't just crawl over to Jackie and start kissing her feet. I'd get arrested and if I didn't get arrested Mr. Taylor would probably kick my ass."

Laughing, Nattie said; "You are right about that. Artie, I wasn't suggesting that you make that particular fantasy a reality, at least not tonight and definitely not in a public restaurant." She paused. After a moment she said; "Although, now that I think about it, it really wouldn't be all that difficult to turn that particular fantasy into a reality."

"Nattie, if I got arrested, I'd lose my job and I'd be a laughing stock."

"Artie, we wouldn't do it in public. Connie has some friends with rather sophisticated tastes. They're all mature, well-educated and very open minded." She grinned at me. "Actually they're the kinkiest people I've ever met. They love to throw parties and their parties are always memorable events."

"Do you go to them?"

"Of course I do."

"Does Jackie?"

"Yes Artie, she does."

"I gather that they're sex parties."

"Yes, they are."

"Do they have them very often?"

"About once a month."

"Do you go very often?"

"I never miss them."

"Does Jackie go to all of them too?"

"Yes Artie, she does."

"To all of them?"

"Yes, to all of them."

"I see."

"Artie, don't be sad. They're just sex parties." Nattie rubbed my cock. "And now you can go to them too."

"Nattie, you're feeling my penis right now. It's not very big and when I try to fuck Jackie, I cum almost immediately. I wouldn't be very popular at a swingers party."

"Honey, this isn't just a swingers party, oh sure, there's lots of swapping between couples; but these parties are so much more. These are sex parties, fantasy sex parties."

"Fantasy sex parties?"

"That's right."

"What kind of fantasies?"

"The people who host these parties only have a few simple rules; adults only, everything has to be safe and consensual and everyone is expected to be discreet about what happens at the parties. Artie you could go to these parties as Jackie's slave, or even as her pet."

"Won't they laugh at me?"

"Only if you tell them that's part of your fantasy."

"Really?"

"Artie, there will be at least one couple at the party who practice gender reversal."

"Gender reversal?"

"The husband dresses in women's clothes and the wife dresses like a man."

"And they have sex?"

"Oh yes."

"With others at the party?"

"Of course."

"Are they gay?"

"They're both bisexual. I've fucked the husband. Jackie and Connie have too. We've also watched him suck another man's cock."

"You just said that you've fucked him. Was he dressed like a woman when you did it?"

"Yes he was. Kind of kinky isn't it."

Does he have a big cock?"

"No, actually it's smaller than yours."

"But you said you fucked him."

"Hey, I let guys with small cocks fuck me, but I think you misunderstood what I was telling you. He's never fucked me or Jackie or Connie either. We all fucked him."

"You fucked him?"

"With a strap-on. You do know what that is, don't you?"

"Yes, of course I do. I've seen them in porn films. Hey! Wait a minute. You're telling me that Jackie fucked a guy with a strap-on?"

"Yes, Connie and I have too. We've also fucked women with them. Does that bother you?"

"No I guess it doesn't."

"It shouldn't. Artie, it's just fun."

Sighing, I said; "I know, it's just that sometimes finding out about Jackie's secret life is kind of difficult."

"I know sweetie, but now you do know about it and that means you get to be part of it."

"I know."

"Artie, Jackie loves you. Connie and I do too. We're sorry that we lied to you. We were afraid. We were afraid that Jackie would lose you and you'd get hurt in the process."

"I understand, but it's still going to take me some time to get used to all of this." 

Suddenly I grasped the full ramifications of Nattie's last disclosure and started to chuckle.

Nattie stared at me. After a moment, she asked; "Artie, what's so funny?"

I grinned at her. "Nattie, I really did marry into a family of sexual free spirits, didn't I."

"Yes Artie, you really did." And then she leaned over and whispered into my ear; "And right now you're sitting in a cocktail lounge watching your wife make out with a man she just met while your sister plays with your penis. Isn't life wonderful?"

Laughing, I said; "Yes Nattie, it really is."

While we were talking Nattie and I had both continued keeping a covert eye on Jackie and her prospective playmate for the evening. 

After their first kiss Mr. Taylor put his arm around my wife and then they sat cuddled together at Jackie's table flirting, giggling, exchanging quick kisses and playing little touchy feely games. They mostly talked in whispers, but when we could hear them their conversation dripped with sexual innuendo.

If you'd described this scene to me a day earlier I would have imagined that witnessing it would have been extraordinarily painful. Oddly, it wasn't turning out that way. In fact, I was finding it to be not only arousing, but fascinating too. While I did understand that this reaction was partly due to the constant stimulation Nattie was providing me; I knew that wasn't the only cause. 

My conversations with Jackie, Connie and Nattie were having a positive effect. I was feeling increasingly confident about admitting to and accepting predilections that had previously been sources of shame for me. As I sat in that cocktail lounge watching my wife flirt with another man, a man who would later be taking her to his hotel room so that he could usurp my marital rights, my concerns about the opinions that other people might have about the lifestyle Jackie and I were choosing were rapidly diminishing in importance. I was beginning to feel that concealing the true nature of our marital relationship might not be quite as essential as I originally thought it was.

Suddenly Mr. Taylor pulled his chair back and said to Jackie, "Please excuse me, I have to visit the men's room."

As he stood up Jackie smiled at him and said; "Hurry back."

He gave her a quick nod and hustled off to the back hallway where the restrooms were located.

As soon as he was gone Jackie stood up and hurried over to our table. When she was next to me she leaned over, kissed my cheek and said; "Artie honey, are you doing okay?"

Grinning at her, I said; "Actually I'm having a really good time."

"You are?" The surprise in Jackie's voice was evident.

"Yes, I am. Your sister is taking good care of me."

Nattie smiled.

Jackie looked down and saw Nattie's hand in my lap. Laughing, she said; "Yes, I see she's taking very good care of you. Well when I get home I plan to take even better care of you."

I looked up at her and said; "I hope you take very good care of Mr. Taylor first."

"Artie!" Jackie stared at me in shock.

I shrugged. "Isn't that the idea?"

"Well yes, but I thought you'd be jealous."

"Do you want me to be jealous?"

Jackie hesitated. After a second she said; "No, but... Oh Artie this is all so confusing. I don't know what I'm thinking."

I patted Jackie's hand. "It's okay, I understand. I still get confused too, but I am starting to get more comfortable with the situation."

"Are you Artie? I'm still scared that you're going to get mad and leave me. Sweetheart, all you have to do is ask and I'll dump Clayt. We'll go straight home and when we get there I'll do things with you that will make your head spin."

"Jackie, if I asked you to do that I'd be a lousy cuckold husband and if you agreed to do it you'd be a poor excuse for a hot wife. No, I want you to go to Mr. Taylor's hotel room and do things for him that will make his head spin and then when you do come home I want you to sit on my face and tell me all about it."

"Really?

"Yes, really."

"Won't you be jealous?"

"Of course I will, but that's the lot of the cuckold and as my hot wife it's your responsibility to make me jealous."

"Artie, I think I'm the one who's supposed to be saying things like that."

"Jackie, do you love me?"

"More than life itself."

"And tonight you're just out having a little fun, correct?"

"Yes, that's exactly right."

"So I really don't have anything to worry about, do I?"

Jackie laughed. "No Artie, you don't."

"Okay, now that we've settled that can I ask you a serious question?"

Jackie's smile disappeared. In a very tentative voice, she said; "Of course."

With a deadpan expression I asked, "Does Mr. Taylor have a big cock?"

Jackie stared at me. After a moment she started laughing and said; "Yes cuckboy, he has a very big cock."

"I want you to make me a promise."

Realizing that I was teasing her, Jackie said; "Okay, cowboy; what is it?"

"As soon as you get to his hotel room I want you to promise me that you'll give him a really good blow job."

Feigning distress, Jackie said; "Oh Mr. Arthur please don't make me do that."

I responded in an exaggerated deep voice. "Woman that is your mission and I expect you to carry it out."

Next to us, Nattie said; "You guys are a stitch, but you'd better get serious again. Jackie, you're playmate just returned from the powder room."

Jackie and I turned. Clayton Taylor was walking over to us.

Jackie looked at me frantically. "Artie is this going to be okay?"

"Yes Jackie, it will be fine. Just introduce me to Mr. Taylor as your sister's friend."

Nattie said; "Artie honey, I think it's really hot that you're calling this man Mr. Taylor, but when Jackie introduces him the situation will be a lot less complicated if you call him Clayt."

"Yes, good point."

When Mr. Taylor got to our table he put his arm around my wife's waist, pulled her to him and said; ""Hey babe, did you miss me?"

Rolling her eyes, Jackie said; "Yes, those minutes you were gone were nearly unbearable."

Looking at me, Mr. Taylor said; "This woman has spunk, I like that."

I smiled and nodded politely.

Quickly moving the conversation along, Jackie said; "Clayt, I'd like you to meet my sister, Nattie Reid and her friend Arthur Hammond. Nattie, Arthur; this is my new friend Clayton Taylor."

I stood up. As soon as I was standing I realized that my erect penis was making a tiny tent in the front of my trousers. Taking a quick glance around, I saw that Mr. Taylor, Jackie and Nattie had all noticed it and were smiling. I was certain they were all thinking that if the situation had been reversed the tent in the front of Mr. Taylor's trousers would have been much larger. 

Immediately understanding that there was nothing I could do to save face, I decided to ignore my predicament. Smiling sheepishly, I extended my hand and said; "Clayton, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Taking my hand, Mr. Taylor said; "Please call me Clayt."

"Please call me Artie."

"Artie, it's a pleasure to meet you too." 

A little thrill rippled through my loins as I realized that I was shaking hands with a man who would later be fucking my wife.

Mr. Taylor turned to Jackie and asked; "Can I get you another glass of wine?"

Jackie looked at him and said; "You could, but frankly I rather go back to your hotel room and give you a blow job."

For a moment Mr. Taylor stared at my wife with a shocked expression, but then quickly regaining his composure, he turned to me and said; "I just love a woman who speaks her mind."

Nattie and I both laughed.

Jackie said; "So what do you say big boy, are we leaving or staying?"

Shaking his head, Mr. Taylor said; "Damn that aint even a contest." He took my wife's arm. "Come on pretty lady, let's go look at the etchings in my hotel room."

"You have an art collection in your hotel room?" Jackie was giggling.

Mr. Taylor said; "Actually it's a cheap print hanging over the bed, but it will have to do."

All three of us burst out laughing.

Jackie said. "That works for me."

Mr. Taylor said; "Nattie and Artie, it was a pleasure to meet you," And then he looked at my wife and said; "Jackie, shall we adjourn to my hotel room so we can expand our cultural horizons?"

"Only if you promise that it will include some penetrating conversation." Jackie was giggling.

As Mr. Taylor led my wife to the door leading out of the bar, he said; "I can assure you that it will be deeply penetrating."



Jackie and Artie Ch. 04



This is the fourth episode in a series entitled "Jackie and Artie". If you have not read the previous three episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Jackie and Artie" is a romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative lifestyle. If this subject matter offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable I strongly suggest that you find something else to read.




As soon as they were gone Nattie stood up and said; "Come on Cowboy let's get you home. Connie is waiting for you. She wants to have a little fun tonight too."

I stood up. "By all means."

Nattie took my arm. "Let's go tell Traci to have them bring your car around."

We walked over to the bar. Traci was standing there talking to the bartender. As we approached her she turned and looked at us. "What can I do for you guys?"

Nattie turned to me. "Cowboy, let me have your ticket."

I fished it out of my pocket and handed it to Nattie. She handed it to Traci along with a folded up five dollar bill.

Traci said, "I'll take care of it right away." She disappeared into the entrance hallway. A moment later she returned and said; "They're bringing Cowboy's car around right away."

Nattie said; "Thanks Traci."

Traci smiled "We try to take good care of our favorite people" And then she looked at me and said; "Cowboy, I'm sorry I didn't get to spend a little more time with you tonight. We got kind of busy. Please come back again. I really would love to get to know you. I have a soft spot for little cuckboys."

Nodding, I said; "I'd like that Traci."

Nattie said; "Don't worry Traci, he'll be back. I'll see to it." And then she added; "I'm going to go home with cowboy so I can ride back with Connie. We should be here in about an hour. Save a couple of hot guys for us."

I looked at Nattie. "You're going to go home with me?"

"Why not? The ride to your house will give me more time to talk to you and I haven't seen Connie for several days. The ride back will give me a chance to talk to her."

"But?"

"Artie honey, Connie and I are both single. We don't have families waiting for us at home. We can stay out later then Jackie can. The night is still young. We'll both have plenty of time to find a playmate and have some fun."

"Okay, I'll enjoy your company."

"And I'll enjoy yours." Nattie took my arm and guided me out of the bar.

By the time we reached the front door of the restaurant my car was idling at the curb. The valet held the car door for Nattie. Once she was seated I handed him a five dollar bill, walked around the front of the car, slipped in on the driver's side, put the car in gear and pulled away from the curb.

As soon as we were out in the traffic flow, Nattie asked; "Artie did you have a good time tonight?"

"I did."

"How do you feel right now?"

"Okay, I guess."

Nattie put her hand on my thigh. "By now they should be in Clayt's hotel room. At this very moment your wife is probably sucking Clayt's cock." Her hand moved to my erect penis.

Excited by Nattie's intimation, I took a deep breath and said; "Yes, I suspect that you're correct." My voice cracked as I spoke.

In a delightfully seductive whisper, Nattie said; "My sister loves to give blow jobs." And then laughing, she added; "Connie and I do too."

Suddenly feeling deflated, I gave Nattie a quick glance and said; "I know." My voice was tinged with sadness.

Nattie noticed. For a moment we rode in silence and then she said; "This evening, on the way over to the restaurant, Jackie told me about how she'd been neglecting you. Artie, it wasn't intentional."

"I wasn't exactly at the forefront of her thoughts."

"Oh, I think you were. It's just that even though you weren't discussing it or even acknowledging it, you were both already moving into the life style you're now embracing."

Nattie paused. She was waiting for a response.

I said; "Go on."

"Artie you were fantasizing about being her cuckold. I looked at the web sites and read your favorite stories. When you and Jackie had sex you were doing exactly what both of you wanted. Jackie thinks you're an artist with your tongue. She loves it when you give her head. You love giving her head. It fits right into your submissive desires. Jackie loves you; she was paying attention to what made you happy and trying to give it to you. Sweetheart, you weren't getting blow jobs from your wife because she was neglecting you; you weren't getting them because you didn't want them and she was unconsciously picking that up."

Nattie smiled at me. "Last night when you finally did acknowledge your mutual desire for a submissive cuckold husband, dominant hot wife marriage; what was the first rule you suggested?"

I chuckled. "That blow jobs should be reserved for Jackie's stud lovers."

"That's not a huge sacrifice for you, is it Artie."

I shook my head.

Nattie laughed. "If you really do want to make a sacrifice, try giving up eating Jackie's pussy. That would send both of you into a deep depression."

"You're right, it would." I was grinning.

Ignoring my grin, Nattie said; "So cuckboy, don't feel hurt because your wife loves to suck cock, but never sucks your cock. She's doing that because that's the way you want it."

"You don't cut a guy much slack, do you?"

"Not when he's lying to himself and that lie has the potential to hurt two people that I happen to love."

"Nattie, thank you for riding home with me tonight." 

"Even if the man I hook up with later tonight turns out to be the greatest lover of my life, this will still be the highlight of my evening. Cowboy, I cannot begin to express how much I want you and my sister to be happy."

We both smiled.

It was 8:15 when we pulled into the garage at Jackie's house. Yes, I did understand that it was also my house, but at that moment I was finding it exciting to think of it as my wife's property.

As I was shifting my Escape into park Nattie squeezed my cock and whispered, "You do realize that Clayt's fucking her right now."

My breath caught.

Nattie giggled and said; "Think about it cuckboy, think about his great big cock pumping in and out of your wife's cunt."

I froze. I couldn't move. I didn't want to move.

Nattie continued. "Clayt's on top, my sister has her legs tightly wrapped around his thighs. If he's any good he's fucking her slowly, long powerful thrusts and your wife is bucking her hips to meet every one of those powerful thrusts."

"What makes you say that? Jackie could be on top riding him like a cowgirl."

"Maybe later; but not the first time. When your wife's with a guy she's never had before, the first time he does her she always wants him to be on top."

"Really?"

"Yes, ask her."

"I'm hoping she's going to tell me."

"Don't worry Artie, she's going to; believe me she's going to tell you everything." Nattie winked at me. "And I'm willing to bet a fortune that she'll be sitting on your face while she's doing it."

"I hope she is."

Nattie gave my cock another squeeze. "Artie honey, you really are the perfect husband."

I grinned.

When we walked into the kitchen Connie was seated at the table with her Kindle open in front of her. She was reading. There was a cup of coffee next to her Kindle. It was apparent that she was preparing herself for a late night.

Connie looked up as we walked through the door. She immediately noticed the small tent in the front of my trousers. Looking at Nattie, she asked; "What did you do to Cowboy? Why does he have an erection?"

Nattie smiled. "Before we came into the house we were having a short discussion about what Jackie and her playmate for the evening were doing right now."

"That caused Cowboy's erection?"

"I may have been giving him a little extra stimulation with my fingers."

Connie laughed. "I'll bet you were." She paused, after a moment she asked; "Cowboy is Jackie's husband, do you have her permission to play with him?"

"Yes mom, I do and so do you. Jackie is concerned about him feeling neglected."

"She should be concerned. She's married to a prince and she did neglect him."

Connie stood, walked over to me and put one hand around my shoulder. With the other hand she reached down and lightly touched the tent in the front of my pants. "Did you enjoy watching your wife this evening?"

Excited and a little disconcerted by all the feminine attention I was receiving, I nervously stammered out; "Yes, I had a very good time."

"Tell me about the man Jackie selected. Was he handsome?" Connie had her hand pressed against the tip of my penis. She was moving it in a slow gentle circle.

I swallowed hard and said; "Yes, he was very handsome."

"Could you hear any of his conversation with your wife?"

"Yes, we were only two tables away from them. We could hear almost everything they said."

Connie turned to Nattie. "We?"

Nattie nodded. "Yes, Jackie and I decided that it might be easier for Artie if I sat with him while he watched her get to know her date."

"Did that help you cowboy?"

"Yes ma'am...er I mean Connie."

"It's okay cuckboy, I like it when you call me ma'am. Actually I think you should call Jackie and Nattie ma'am too. After all you are a little sissy wimp, you really should show us some respect."

"Mom!"

"Nattie honey, relax. Artie and I have talked about this. A little verbal abuse excites him."

"But..."

"Sweetheart, we're not going to make the mistakes you made with Miltie. We're going to talk all the time and all three of us are going to make sure that Artie knows he's the most loved man in the entire world."

I smiled at Connie and then I walked over to Nattie and said; "Ms. Natalie?"

Nattie looked at me with a puzzled expression.

I kissed her cheek and said; "Thank you for caring, but don't worry. Tonight I learned to trust you and your mother too. Sometimes for me, being a sissy cuckold wimp is fun."

Nattie smiled at me. "I just don't ever want to hurt you Artie."

"And I don't believe you ever will."

Nattie shook her head. "You trust me more than I trust myself."

Connie said; "Don't worry sweetheart. Artie's a very strong man. He'll let us know if we're going too far. That's the purpose of all the open conversation."

I nodded. "And this evening, when you were with me, supporting me; you demonstrated that you're a perceptive, warm, caring person. When you made that mistake with Miltie, you were young. When we're young we make stupid mistakes, we all do."

Connie chuckled. "I certainly did."

"Nattie, you may not trust yourself, but I trust you and if we're going to have fun together I want you to feel free to let yourself go. If you go too far, I'll let you know. That's my responsibility."

Nattie smiled. "Promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

Connie stepped up behind me, put an arm around my waist, slipped her hand inside my belt and waist band and down the front of my trousers. As she wrapped her fingers around my bare penis she said; "You must not cum. Promise me that if you feel yourself beginning to lose control you'll tell me so that I can give you a chance to regain your composure."

"I will." I was just barely able to choke out the words.

"You understand that Jackie wants to be the only one who makes you cum tonight. This is important to her. Nattie and I want to keep you excited, on edge; but we can't make you cum. Would you like to play with us?"

"Will it be all right with Jackie?"

Nattie said; "Yes, I'm sure it will."

"Then yes, I would very much like to play."

Connie asked. "Are you sure you'll be able to control yourself?"

"If you promise to help me; yes, I'm pretty sure I can,"

Connie stroked my cock twice.

I took a deep breath and said; "I don't think I can control myself if you do that."

I felt her let go of my erection. As Connie pulled her hand out of my trousers, she said; "Someday I would like to make you cum. Will you let me do that Artie?"

"Only if Jackie says it's all right."

Connie's hand moved up to my waist. She pulled my shirt tail and tee shirt out of my trousers, slipped her hand underneath and reached up to my chest. As she grabbed my bare nipple between her finger nails, she said; "You really are a good little cuckboy. I'm so glad that you understand that even though another man is fucking your wife at this very moment, you still have to have her permission before you can allow another woman to touch your tiny little pee pee."

Connie let go of my nipple and turned me around so I was facing her. She gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead and said; "Was that all right Artie? Did it excite you?"

I grinned at her. "Yes, very much."

"Tonight I'm going to a bar where I plan to meet a man who's going to spend several hours fucking me. Would you like to help me get dressed?"

I glanced at Nattie; she was watching, she was smiling.

I looked back at Connie. She was smiling too. 

All three of us knew that helping your wife get dressed for a date with another man was one of the most popular fantasies on the cuckold web sites. While Connie wasn't my wife, this was real and close enough to be unbelievably exciting.

I laughed. "Hell yes!"

Connie and Nattie laughed too and then Nattie grabbed my arm and said; "Come on cuckboy, it's time for us to have some serious fun."

Connie shook her head. "No Nattie, Cuckboy is now a slave. He needs to be treated with disdain. We can love him up later." She turned to me. "Unless you'd prefer that we do this differently."

I smiled. "No Ms. Constance, I know my place. I should be treated accordingly."

Connie nodded.

Next to me Nattie whispered, "Holy shit, my panties are already soaked."

Connie and I both ignored her. We were already immersed in the scene. She was a haughty aristocrat. I was her daughter's lowly slave.

I stood in front of her with my head submissively bowed.

Connie said, "Slave fill my coffee cup and bring another cup for Ms. Natalie. We're planning to have an exciting, but late evening. Bring them to your wife's boudoir. We'll be there waiting for you. Don't forget to use a tray. And there's a garment bag in my car. Fetch it for me."

"Yes Ms. Constance, right away."

Turning to Nattie, Connie said; "Come Natalie, let us adjourn to the comfort of Jacqueline's private chambers."

As they left the kitchen I wondered if Connie was referring to Jackie's private office or our bedroom. While I still had some mixed feelings about it, part of me was hoping that she was referring to our bedroom. This evening was turning into the most exciting night of my life and I was beginning to think that maybe I really would like to spend the rest of my life as Jackie's slave.

As I walked out to Connie's car her words echoed in my mind; Jackie's private chambers, your wife's boudoir. It seemed so appropriate. A mistress really should have a boudoir and her slave should definitely be quartered in the basement. Of course I knew Jackie. She loved me. I'd end up spending most nights sleeping in her bed. Her bed, I liked that; the bed where she slept and at times entertained her lovers.

The girls were a concern. They were children. We had to take great care to shield them from our new life style. Separate bedrooms shouldn't be an issue. Many proper couples slept apart and when the girls were around it was unlikely that we would be sleeping apart. If Jackie was entertaining a man the girls would be at either Grandma Connie's or Aunt Nattie's. The girls were also already used to Jackie having a private office and since the basement bedroom doubled as my office, they were accustomed to me spending time there.

The garment bag was hanging in the rear window of Connie's BMW. I retrieved it and started back to the house. 

The previous night I'd balked at Jackie's suggestion that we make our new life style public. Now I was beginning to reconsider that position. Yes, having people know that Jackie slept with other men and I was her servant would be embarrassing; but it would also be exciting. Still, it wasn't necessary for us to declare it to the world. It was our personal life and nobody else's business. Maybe we just wouldn't worry about hiding it.

I imagined what it might be like the next time Jackie entertained her friends Trudy and Laurie. The three of them had been best friends since high school. We had them over for dinner at least once a month. Jackie would certainly want to tell them. They were both married, but we rarely socialized with their husbands, I only saw them at parties or an occasional dinner out. I suspected that both women knew all about Jackie's private life and I wouldn't have been at all surprised to discover that they also regularly partied with other men.

I laughed as I realized that future dinners with them wouldn't actually be much different than the past dinners. I already prepared and served the meals. Hell, I served cocktails before the meal too. The only difference would be that as Jackie's servant I wouldn't be permitted to join them for either cocktails or dinner.

If Trudy and Laurie did cheat on their husbands I wondered if Jackie would start inviting men to join them for dinner. My entire body tingled with excitement as I imagined waiting on my wife and her friends while they entertained their lovers. Of course on those evening the girls would have to go to Connie's or Nattie's.

The girls, for their sake we'll have to be discreet with the neighbors. People gossip and gossip gets around. If we're not careful the girls will eventually start getting questions from their friends; questions that could confuse them and create anxiety. Children shouldn't be put in a position where they have to defend or even address their parent's life style. 

Back in the kitchen, I set Connie's garment bag on the table, found a tray, refilled Connie's coffee cup, took two more cups out of the cupboard and filled both of them. Hoping that this was going to be a late night, I took a long sip from one of the cups and set it on the counter. Then after placing Connie's cup and the cup for Natalie on the tray, I picked it up and carried it to Jackie's bedroom.

The door was closed.

I knocked.

From inside, Natalie said; "Come in."

As I opened the door and entered my wife's bedroom my entire body surged with excitement. This was my first overt act as an acknowledged submissive. While it was with Jackie's mother and half-sister rather than Jackie herself, it was still exciting. It was my first real taste of my new life, my life as Jackie's servant, a life that I now knew that I wanted and a life that was my destiny. 

I stood in the doorway surveying the room. Natalie was seated on the bed. Her legs were crossed, her spike heeled pump dangled from the toes of her right foot. Connie was absent. Her jeans, blouse and panties were lying on the bed next to Natalie. I glanced at the bathroom door. It was half closed. And then I heard the shower.

Natalie looked at the tray with the two cups of coffee and shifted her gaze up to me. She studied me for a moment and then she smiled. "You like this, don't you?"

I did, but it continued to be difficult to admit it. Still, I knew that I wanted to admit it. In fact, I needed to admit it. Taking a deep breath, I said; "Yes, very much."

"I like it to, so do my sister and my mother."

"Yes." I was so excited that it was the only response I could manage."

Nattie pointed to Jackie's makeup table. "Set our coffee over there."

Thankful that Nattie was taking control, I carried the tray of coffees over to the makeup table. As I was setting it down, Nattie asked; "Did you forget Connie's garment bag?"

I shook my head, "No Ms. Natalie. I couldn't carry the bag and the tray at the same time."




Jackie and Artie Ch. 04



"Fetch it."

It wasn't a request, it was a command. While Nattie's tone wasn't mean spirited, there wasn't any hint of politeness either. It was simply a direction from a superior to a servant. 

Bowing politely, I said; "Yes, Ms. Natalie, right away."

I scurried out of the room and hurried to the kitchen. In the kitchen I had to stop for a moment. My heart was racing. I had goose bumps. Every nerve in my body was pulsing with electric excitement. I leaned against the counter and took several long slow breaths. Gradually I began to regain my composure. I took a sip of my coffee and then with a huge grin, I picked up Connie's garment bag and returned to Jackie's boudoir.

Nattie was still seated on Jackie's bed, but now both of her feet were on the floor, her skirt was pulled up to her hips exposing her garter belt and nylon stockings, her legs were spread and she was slowly massaging her pantie covered pussy.

I stood in the doorway and stared. I couldn't help it.

Nattie looked at me with a lascivious smile and said; "Cowboy, are you enjoying this as much as I am?"

Chuckling, I said; "Yes, Ms. Natalie, I am."

"Why don't you take off your clothes. When a slave attends a lady in a boudoir he really should be naked."

"No!"

We both turned. Connie was standing in the bathroom door. She was naked and holding the bath towel that she'd just used to dry herself.

I gawked. While Connie was a middle-aged woman who'd given birth to two children, she'd kept herself in excellent condition. Her large breasts still stood firm and proud. Her stomach was flat and her hips and thighs were trim and smooth.

My eyes drifted to her shaved pussy. Like Jackie, her slit was long and extended well up her pubic mound. Her labia barely peeked out of her outer lips and her clit was pierced and adorned with a gold ring.

"Cowboy has to stay dressed so he can attend to the girls in case one of them wakes up. That's why I waited to shower and dress. I didn't want them to see their grandmother looking like a slut." Connie smiled. "But cowboy, I'm very happy to have you see me looking like a slut. Do you like what you see?"

Nervously, I answered; "Yes, very much."

"Do you like my ring?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to kiss it?"

"Yes, but I think I need Jackie's permission before I could do anything like that."

"Good answer cuckboy, you're now your wife's property. You need her permission before you can do anything."

Connie walked over to Jackie's makeup table, picked up her cup of coffee and took a sip. As she set it back down she said; "Unpack my garment bag cuckboy."

"Yes Ms. Constance."

"Cuckboys should be seen but not heard. Unless we ask you a direct question I expect you to remain silent. Natalie and I don't want to be bothered with your silly prattle."

"Ye..." I caught myself and nodded.

"I'm waiting, unpack my garment bag and be quick about it. Natalie tells me that the Goldenrod is filled with handsome men. I'm anxious to meet one of them."

I quickly opened Connie's garment bag and laid an emerald green cocktail dress, a matching green lace garter belt and stocking set and a green lace thong on the bed.

Connie moved so that she was standing next to the bed. "Get down on your knees and put the garter on me."

I dropped to my knees. Nattie handed me the garter belt and asked; "Artie do you know how this works?"

I looked at it for a moment and then I nodded.

Connie said; "Cuckboy, she asked you a direct question. You can answer her."

"Yes Ms. Natalie, I see the hooks in the back."

I placed the garter around Connie's waist. As I was fastening it her gorgeous rear end was at my eye level. While I knew it was wrong, I longed to be able to bury my face between her sumptuous cheeks and worship her with my lips and my tongue.

Sensing my desire, Connie said; "Maybe someday cuckboy, but not tonight."

Fully aware that Connie was right, I refocused my attention and quickly finished fastening her garter belt. As soon as I was done she sat down on the edge of the bed and said; "Very good cuckboy, now fetch my stockings."

The stocking were on the bed next to Connie. I stood, walked around her, picked up the emerald green nylons and handed them to her.

Smiling, Connie rolled up one of the stockings, placed it on her toes, extended her foot and unrolled the stocking up her leg. As she was rolling on the other stocking, she said; "Most men really do seem to go gagga over a woman wearing nylon stockings. Wouldn't you agree Natalie?"

Nattie laughed. "Stockings drive most men wild."

I remembered that Jackie had been wearing stockings in the restaurant and wondered if Clayton Taylor was enjoying them. I assumed that he was.

Once Connie was finished putting on her stockings she stood up. "Cuckboy, get back on your knees and fasten the suspender clips of my garter belt to my stocking tops. Be sure that they're straight."

This was something I'd never done before, so it took me a couple of seconds to figure it out. I was also nervous so my fingers fumbled as I was doing it. As soon as I had the first suspender fastened, I realized that it wasn't straight.

Nattie stood up and moved so that she was standing next to Connie and me. She unfastened the clip. As she refastened it, she said; "Like this sweetheart."

Connie said; "Don't worry cuckboy, you're going to get plenty of opportunities to practice. When she has a date you're wife almost always wears stockings."

I smiled at Connie. She winked at me.

Nattie said; "Now you do the next one."

The second strap was easier. When I was finished it was perfectly straight.

Nattie whispered, "Very good cuckboy, you're going to become a wonderful valet for your wife."

Chuckling, Connie said; "I think maid might be a better term."

"Mom!"

"Nattie, calm down; all three of us read his favorite stories. We know exactly what gets him going."

I hung my head in embarrassment.

Connie reached down and patted me like I was a puppy. "It's okay cuckboy, there's nothing to be ashamed about. We all have our kinks. Just relax and let yourself go, we're going to have fun."

I smiled up at her.

She winked at me and said; "You're going to be a wonderful chamber maid for my daughter, aren't you."

Taking a deep breath, I slowly nodded. I was embarrassed, but at the same time my entire body was tingling with excitement."

Next to me, Nattie said; "Damn this is so hot."

Connie said; "It's getting late; fasten the other two clips to my stockings. We need to get going."

I quickly fastened the two remaining suspender clips. As soon as I was finished, Connie said; "Fetch my panties cuckboy."

I stood and retrieved Connie's thong panties from the bed next to her. 

As I tried to hand them to her she shook her head. ""No cuckboy, get back on your knees and hold them for me."

So excited that I felt like I was about to burst, I got down on the floor and held Connie's panties for her while she stepped into them.

"Now pull them up."

As I pulled them up, Connie laughed and said; "A little later tonight a man I've never met before is going to be pulling them down. Artie, sex is so much fun. For the life of me, I can't understand why people are so uptight about it."

I grinned at Connie. 

Reaching down, Connie pulled me to my feet and in a gentle voice said; "Help me with my dress."

I picked up the emerald green cocktail dress and stood, unsure about what I should do next.

Connie took the dress from me. "I'd better do this." She unzipped it and slipped it over her head. Once it had fallen into place she said; "Zip me up cuckboy."

The dress was tight, zipping it up took a little bit of effort. When I was finished I looked at Connie. She had a gorgeous body and the dress just barely concealed it. At that moment my thoughts were far from honorable.

Nattie caught me ogling her mom. "Sorry cuckboy, she is gorgeous but that body is for men only."

Connie laughed. "It's okay, cuckboys can always look; they just have to understand that they never get to touch."

I smiled sheepishly.

Connie stepped over to Jackie's makeup table. As she sat down she said; "Nattie, I'm going to give my makeup and hair a quick touch-up and then it's time for us to go. We don't want to miss the fun."

"Don't worry mom, the Goldenrod was full of cute guys."

Connie was silent while she added some mascara to her eye lashes and then she said; "I'll bet Jackie's having a good time right now."

Laughing, Nattie said; "I'm sure she is. She picked out a real hunk. At this very moment she's probably pinned to the bed under that big muscular body of his."

"That would be my Jackie. Cuckboy, your wife loves big jocks."

Remembering that from our college days, I smiled.

Connie continued. "When she's with one, she loves having him on top. It allows the guy to take control."

Nattie nodded. "For many women, getting fucked by a powerful man can be incredibly exciting."

"As long as he knows what he's doing. He still has to have a little style. Rammers and jammers can be unpleasant." Connie was brushing her hair.

Nattie said; "Yes, it is a fine line. Jackie's man was a little older. I suspect he knows what he's doing. Younger guys tend to be the worst rammers and jammers."

Connie stood up. "Cuckboy, do you understand what we mean by a rammer and jammer?"

"I guess so."

Nattie grinned. "It's a guy that sticks it in and fucks as hard and fast as he possibly can."

Connie shook her head. "They're not fun, but most of them are teachable."

Nodding in agreement, Nattie said; "And if you can teach them, they generally have the energy to be unbelievably exciting."

"Occasionally we enjoy going to a college bar." Connie laughed. "Training a twenty year old cock can be an invigorating experience, especially for an old broad like myself."

Connie's demeanor abruptly changed. Snapping her fingers she pointed at her high heels and said; "Cuckboy, get down on your knees. It's time for you to put my shoes on for me."

Already excited by their brazen conversation I fell to my knees. Feeling like a servant I earnestly picked up each of Connie's stocking clad feet and placed her shoes on them.

When I was finished Connie patted my head and said; "That was very good cuckboy. You really are going to be an outstanding servant for my daughter."

I beamed with pride.

"Now stand up and pick up my clothes. I expect you to launder them tomorrow."

Nodding, I quickly picked up Connie's jeans, blouse and panties. After putting them in the dirty clothes basket, I turned back to Connie and Nattie.

Connie was staring at me. After a moment she walked over and hugged me. As she was hugging me, she whispered; "Artie, any time you ask I'll wash your clothes, iron your shirts and vacuum your house for you. I love you, please don't ever forget that."

"I won't Connie."

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

"We're going to leave now. I would guess that Jackie will be home in about an hour. Are you going to be okay?"

"I'll be fine."

"Are you sure? We can stay with you."

I stepped back and grinned at Connie. "And have you miss out on all the fun? I wouldn't dream of it. Don't worry, I really will be fine."

Turning to Nattie, I said; "Thank you for sitting with me tonight. It did help; in fact you turned it into a memorable evening for me."

Nattie smiled. "Thanks Artie, it was fun. I'm glad you're involved in this part of our lives now."

"Me too."

As soon as Connie and Nattie were gone I checked on the girls. Once I'd ascertained that they were both sleeping soundly, I went down to my basement bedroom, got my laptop computer and brought it back upstairs. The girls were sleeping, but I still wanted to be near them in case they woke up and needed me.

I glanced at the clock on the fireplace mantel. It was five minutes to nine. Not knowing how long it would be before Jackie got home, I sat down in the living room and turned on my computer. Passing the time was going to be difficult and I thought reading a cuckold story might help.

While the story was good, it wasn't enough keep my thoughts from constantly drifting to Jackie and Mr. Taylor. I couldn't stop imagining them together on his hotel room bed. He was naked; Jackie was wearing nothing but her garter belt and nylon stockings. 

Nattie had said that Jackie enjoyed having a strong powerful man on top of her. Since that description fit Clayton Taylor to a T; I assumed that my wife was currently on her back. Her stud for the evening was on top of her, pumping his big hard cock in and out of her sopping cunt while she cried out in ecstasy.

A myriad of emotions coursed through me. Envy, jealousy, heartache, intense arousal, shame and humiliation were all part of the mix. The humiliation resulted from the awareness that at that very moment, my wife was giving another man pleasures that she denied me; pleasures that were supposed to be my marital right. The shame arose from the realization that I was aroused by that knowledge. My shame was magnified by my desperate desire to take out my tiny penis and masturbate like a teenaged boy while another man enjoyed my wife.

I didn't. Jackie had expressly forbidden me from doing that and I was not about to disobey her. 

Finally, I gave up on the story and tried some captioned pics. While they didn't demand as much attention as the story; they still didn't keep me from thinking about Jackie and her date. Realizing that I really didn't want to be distracted from what was happening in Mr. Taylor's hotel room; I shut off my computer, set it on the table next to my chair, leaned back and closed my eyes. 

I immediately understood that my preoccupation wasn't only caused by what was happening in that hotel room. The past thirty-six hours had brought a whirlwind of unbelievable change.

While I may have had suspicions, yesterday morning I was still laboring under the delusion that I had a faithful wife. Now, I not only knew that my wife was regularly sleeping with other men, I'd actually spent the evening watching her meet a new playmate while her sister sat with me holding my hand. 

Nattie, wonderful Nattie; prior to tonight we'd only carried on superficial conversations during special occasions like our wedding or Christmas or Thanksgiving. I thought she was tough and hard. She scared me. Tonight I learned that she was warm, caring and fragile. The toughness was a facade and underneath that facade was a very sweet girl.

And Connie, always a loving mother and grandmother; now I learned she's also a professor emeritus of kinky sex.

For several years I've fantasized about being Jackie's submissive cuckold husband. Suddenly I find myself confronted with the possibility that my fantasy could actually become reality. No, that's wrong. I've been confronted with the fact that my fantasy is real. The only remaining questions are whether or not I'm willing to accept that reality and if I am, to what degree?

I knew the answers to both questions, but they scared me. If I followed my desires, I was about to embark on a highly unconventional life style; one that would make me a laughing stock in the eyes of some people. Of course Jackie would also be branded as a slut, but that appeared to be a choice she was willing to make.

The knowledge that a limited number of people would actually know about our lifestyle gave me some consolation. For the sake of the girls that was a necessity. At all cost, Cassie and Monica had to be shielded from our unorthodox marriage. Still, if we were careful to be discreet that wouldn't be difficult, especially since we had Connie and Nattie to help us.

In my mind the question was already resolved. I was Jackie's submissive cuckold husband. I had been since the day we were married. It was true that prior to yesterday I only suspected it, but now that I knew it was a fact; I was willing, no I was eager to recognize, acknowledge and accept that status. I was also willing to allow Jackie the pleasure of sharing my status with her close friends and lovers.

Pangs of apprehension and ripples of excitement coursed through me as I thought about what might happen when Jackie entertained Ron on Saturday afternoon. Taking a deep breath I admitted to myself that I wanted him to know the truth.

This was going to be difficult, that was obvious; but I now understood that in addition to Jackie, I also had Connie and Nattie on my side. 

My parents died when I was seven. I was raised by my father's sister, Edie. Edie was a fount of wise proverbs. One of her favorites was, "Nothing of value comes easily." 

My thoughts shifted to Natalie Reid. It was clear that she cared about me. She demonstrated that tonight when she sat with me while I watched Jackie meet a new lover. She didn't need to do that; she could have been meeting a man of her own. While she did eventually go back to the Goldenrod so that she could find a man, she offered to forego that fun and stay with me until Jackie returned home. 

As I sat in my living room waiting for my wife to come home from a date with another man, I made a resolution. I was going to find Milton Craig and when I found him I was going to do everything I could to reunite him with Nattie. He might not be willing to go that far, but at least I could try to give Nattie an opportunity to make amends for the transgression she made on that evening a long time ago.



Jackie and Artie Ch. 05



This is the fifth episode in a series entitled "Jackie and Artie". If you have not read the previous four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Jackie and Artie" is a romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative lifestyle. If this subject matter offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

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Seconds after making that resolution I heard the door between the garage and kitchen open followed by the unmistakable click of high heels on the stone tile floor. Jackie was home. I glanced at the clock on the mantel. It was five minutes past ten. 

Excited, I stood up and hurried to greet her. We met in the dining room. Both of us froze. For a moment we just stared at each other. Jackie looked good, surprisingly good. She'd just spent two hours enjoying hot sex with another man in his hotel room. I'd expected her to be a disheveled mess. She wasn't. Her hair was combed and her dress and makeup were as perfect as they'd been at the Goldenrod.

I also couldn't help once again noticing the silver necklace Jackie was wearing. In the restaurant I'd assumed that it had to have been costume jewelry, but now that I was getting a closer look at it I had to question that assumption. While I certainly wasn't an expert, the workmanship appeared to be much too fine for costume jewelry. If the silver work was as expertly hand crafted as it appeared to be, then it followed that the stones might also be real diamonds. If that was the case, Jackie's necklace had to be worth a small fortune.

I was about to ask Jackie about it when she asked; "Artie, are you okay?"

Her question shifted my attention back to the current situation. My wife had just arrived home after spending two hours in a hotel room having sex with a man she'd met in a bar. I was her husband, she was worried about me.

I remembered the fears and anxiety I'd felt a few minutes earlier while I was alone in the living room waiting for her to come home. I looked at Jackie; I could see that the concern in her eyes was real. Her tone had been soft and caring. 

The fears and anxiety that had nagged at me while I was waiting for her vanished. I relaxed; Jackie was still my loving wife. Smiling, I said; "Yeah, I'm fine."

Jackie nodded. There was more silence. It became apparent to me that Jackie was even more apprehensive than I'd been. After a moment she asked, "Are we okay?"

I smiled at her again and then I walked over to her and took her in my arms. As I hugged her, I whispered; "As far as I'm concerned we're better than ever."

Jackie stepped back. Looking in my eyes, she said; "Really?"

"Yeah, really."

"Artie, I was worried that you were going to hate me. I never should have gone to the Goldenrod tonight. It was too soon, I pushed you too quickly. I'm so sorry, please forgive me."

"No, it wasn't too soon. The timing was perfect. It gave me my first taste of life as a cuckold. I needed the experience. Also, having your sister there and being able to talk to your mom when I got home really helped."

"It did?"

"Yes, Nattie and Connie were both very nice to me."

Jackie laughed. "I'll bet they were."

I shook my head; "No they weren't that nice although your sister did have a pretty firm hold on my penis the entire time we were sitting at the table."

"I know, I told her she could do that. Did you enjoy it?"

"I did" and then I nervously asked, "Was that okay, I mean that I enjoyed it?"

"Artie honey, I just left a hotel room where another man spent two hours fucking me. It would be pretty unfair if I objected because another woman played with your penis tonight."

Deciding that this was as good a moment as any to start establishing the ground rules of our new relationship I took a deep breath and said; "Ms. Jacqueline, I don't want things to ever be fair."

Jackie thought about what I'd just told her and then she smiled and asked, "Artie are you telling me what I think you're telling me?"

Grinning at my wife, I dropped to my knees and looked up at her. "Ms. Jacqueline, tonight I realized that other than being able to raise our children, there is nothing I want more in this world than to spend the rest of my life serving as your willing slave and cuckold."

"Artie, are you sure?"

"As sure as I've ever been about anything in my entire life."

"Artie, I love you so much."

"I love you too Ms. Jacqueline."

"Just Jacqueline Artie, but I want you to call me that all the time, even in front of the girls."

"And you'll still call me Artie."

"Of course and everyone else will still call me Jackie. Do you agree to that?"

"Of course I do Jacqueline and I promise to faithfully serve and obey you for the rest of my life." I bent over and kissed the toe of each of her high heeled shoes.

Jackie gasped. My demonstration of subservience had clearly aroused her. Of course her reaction had a similar effect on me. Knowing that my wife was excited by my submission excited me.

"Artie."

I looked up at Jackie.

She said; "I promise that every day for the rest of our lives I will try to make you the most well cared for and loved slave who ever lived."

I smiled at Jackie. 

She smiled back at me and then she reached down and gently pulled me to my feet. "Come on; let's go check on the girls. After that I want to go to our bedroom and show you just how much I love you."

"You mean your bedroom, don't you?"

Jackie stared at me.

I said; "Your private boudoir. After all you are the mistress of the house. You should have your own private bed room."

"Artie, are you saying that you don't want to sleep with me anymore?"

"Of course not; I will eagerly accept every invitation to spend the night with you in your private chambers, but my official quarters should be in the basement. Jacqueline, there may be times when you'll be sharing your bed with someone else."

"Artie, are you sure about this?"

"Yes, as my dominant hot wife that should be one of your prerogatives."

"What about the girls?"

"I assume that they'll be spending those nights with their Grandma Connie or Aunt Nattie."

"How about you Artie? If I start entertaining men in my bedroom aren't you afraid that they'll start asking questions that will be difficult to answer without telling them the truth?"

"Jacqueline, I know that last night I objected to some of the rules that you attempted to establish, but since then I've had an opportunity to think about all of this. As my Aunt Edie used to say, 'In for a penny, in for a pound'"

Jackie laughed. "Your Aunt Edie always did have a proverb to fit every situation."

I nodded and then I continued. "If I'm going to be your submissive cuckold husband I don't want to fool around. We'd be cheating ourselves. Let's try for the full experience."

"Again, I ask; what about the girls?"

"They're our one big limitation. In fairness to them we have to do everything we can to shield them from our lifestyle. That means being discreet with our neighbors. If the neighbors start to gossip it could easily get back to the girls."

"If that's the case, how can I possibly entertain other men in the house?"

"If I'm at home we'll be entertaining a male guest together, at least that's what the neighbors will think. You will have to avoid overt displays of affection outside."

"You mean I can't make out with a guy in a parked car in the front of the house."

"Or in the backyard."

"Okay, that shouldn't be all that difficult."

"I point out that you've already been entertaining Ron in the house during the day while I was at work. You managed to be discreet about that."

Jackie nodded. "And now I don't have to worry about you coming home in the middle of the day and catching us."

I smiled, "You mean like yesterday."

"Artie, I'm so sorry about that."

"I'm not."

"You're not?"

"Of course not. If I hadn't come home and caught you with Ron yesterday, tonight wouldn't have happened and we wouldn't be having this conversation right now."

Jackie laughed. "Artie, you should buy presents for the two boys who fought yesterday."

Shaking my head, I said; "I'm not sure I'd go that far."

"No, I suppose not. So, who can I tell?"

"Your mother and sister already know. Let's try adding your lovers and close friends and see what happens. They'll all have to understand that they have to be discreet."

"My close friends? You mean..."

"Yes, Trudy and Laurie."

"Really?" The excitement in Jackie's voice was unmistakable. "Can I call them tomorrow and tell them?"

"I can't think of any reason you shouldn't. You will have to stress that they need to be discreet around the girls."

"Artie they won't have any trouble being discreet. They have just as active an extracurricular life as I do."

"I suspected that was the case."

"Artie, some night could we have a...well, you know, a dinner party?" There was a reticence in Jackie's voice. It was clear that she was hesitant about asking me the real question.

I helped her. "You're asking if you can host a dinner party for Trudy and Laurie and three male guests."

Jackie quietly answered, "Yes." 

"Trudy and Laurie's husbands won't know, will they?"

Sighing Jackie said; "No I'm sure that they wouldn't understand."

"That's what you thought about me."

"I know and now I know that I should have trusted you. Artie, Trudy and Laurie love their husbands, but they occasionally like to have a little variety. Rick and Frank aren't like you. They're both kind of macho. I don't think they'd understand."

"Jacqueline, answer one question for me."

"Okay."

"Do you think that Trudy and Laurie are neglecting Rick and Frank's needs?"

"Like I was neglecting your needs?"

"That's right."

"I don't know; it's possible. I promise to talk to them about it. If they can assure you that they're taking care of their husbands could we have a dinner party?"

"I want you to make them promise that they won't do anything with their dates that night that they haven't already done with their husbands earlier that week."

Jackie thought about that for a moment and then she said; "Artie, I don't think that's reasonable."

"Why?"

"Sweetheart, one of the reasons women cheat is because they want to do things they don't dare do with their husbands."

"I don't understand."

"Do you remember my telling you last night that occasionally I enjoy being treated like a nasty slut."

"Yes."

"I'm not the only woman who has that fantasy. In fact, I believe it's shared by a fairly large number of women."

"Okay."

"Artie honey, lots of women have trouble admitting that to their husbands. Many men have their wives up on pedestals and most wives don't want to risk doing anything that might tarnish their image."

"I see."

"I happen to know that both Trudy and Laurie occasionally enjoy anal sex, but they would never admit that to their husbands."

"So other men get to enjoy that pleasure and Trudy and Laurie get to enjoy that pleasure, but the men they profess to love are left out in the cold."

"When you put it like that it doesn't seem very reasonable." Jackie sighed, "I'll talk to them."

"Thank you, if you do that; I promise to put together a dinner party for six that you'll never forget."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Will you be my slave during the party?"

"Yes."

"Even in front of the three guys."

This was it then. Taking a deep breath I said, "Yes, even in front of the three guys."

Jackie grinned. "Damn, that is going to be so hot. Can I tell Trudy and Laurie?"

"Yes, but they still have to fulfill their end of the bargain."

"Oh, I think they will." Jackie paused for a moment and then she said; "Artie?"

"Yes?"

"What about with Ron on Saturday? Will you be my slave then too?"

I wasn't surprised by the question; in fact I was expecting it. Looking at Jackie, I said; "I want to say yes, but I'm not sure that I'll be able to handle it if he starts giving me a hard time."

"That might happen with the three guys at the dinner party too, although I will promise to try to protect you."

"I know, but I'll have a little time to get used to being your slave before the dinner party. Ron is coming over on Saturday. Also I didn't catch those other three guys fucking my wife yesterday."

"Does that matter?"

"Yeah, I think it does."

Jackie considered that. After a moment she said, "If I promise that I can control Ron on Saturday will you be my slave in front of him."

"How will you do that?"

"Sweetheart, Ron loves fucking me. He doesn't want to stop. All I have to do is make it clear to him that if he isn't kind and respectful to you he can forget about ever getting my pussy again."

"Do you think you can do that?"

"I don't have even the slightest doubt."

"Okay, you can tell Ron the truth."

"Artie, on Saturday can I make you serve Ron a beer while we're lying naked together in my bed."

My breath caught. Jackie and I stared at each other for a moment and then I smiled and said; "Yes Jacqueline, of course you can. If I refused to do that I'd be a pretty lousy slave."

"Artie we're going to have so much fun together." Jackie took my hand. "Enough serious conversation for one night; let's check on the girls and then go to my room for some fun." She'd put extra emphasis on the word "my". It made my penis throb.

The girls were sound asleep and looked like two little angels. Jackie leaned back against me. I put my arms around her and held her tightly to me.

As I held her she whispered, "I think I might be the luckiest woman in the entire world."

Nodding, I said; "And I might be the luckiest man."

"Do you really mean that Artie; after everything that's just happened?"

"Yes, we have these two girls and I have you and that's all that matters to me."

"You do have me Artie, you know that don't you? No matter what happens you will always have me. The Clayton Taylors and Ron Clarks of this world will never wrest me away from you."

"You mean you won't leave me for a big cock."

"Hell no and I spent a lot of time thinking about that today. If you ever ask me to do it, I think I could give up the other men."

"But you would miss those big cocks, wouldn't you."

"Damn right I would."

"And I'd miss hearing about them."

"What are you talking about? This is the first time you're going to hear about one of them."

"So why are you making me wait?"

Laughing, Jackie took my hand. "Come on big guy, it's story time."

Jackie pulled me to her bedroom. Once we were inside she said; "Okay buster, tonight I want to make you happy. Who do you want to be, studman or cuckboy?"

"That's an easy question, I'll take..."

Holding up her hand, Jackie stopped me in midsentence. "If you pick studman I'll suck your cock and lick your balls and then you'll get to fuck my butt."

"Is this my only chance to be studman?"

"Hell no, in fact you can even change your mind in the middle of the evening."

"That's good, because tonight I really have my heart set on being cuckboy."

Jackie smiled. "Good, that's what I want too."

"So why did you offer me the choice to be studman?"

"Artie honey, right now my main concern is making sure that you know just how much I love you and care about you."

I smiled. "When I finally do pick studman I think it's going to be an amazingly hot evening."

"Damn right it is Cowboy." Jackie paused. She was thinking. After a moment she said; "Artie take off your clothes."

"Are we starting?"

"Yes, but I want to begin with a little surprise."

Excited, I quickly stripped off my clothes. At the same time, Jackie walked over to her makeup table, took off the silver necklace she'd been wearing and set it on the table top. I was about to ask Jackie about it when she unzipped her red cocktail dress, let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it.

I gawked as she bent over and picked up her dress. My wife has a gorgeous body and now she was wearing nothing but her high heeled shoes, her red nylon stockings, the matching garter belt and of course the small silver bracelet that adorned her right ankle. Her panties were conspicuously absent.

I wanted to ask about the necklace, the ankle bracelet and Jackie's missing panties; but I was too excited to speak. This was the first time I'd ever seen my wife wearing a garter belt and stockings.

Jackie laid her dress across her makeup table and turned. My eyes first focused on the exposed lips of her shaved cunt. I loved Jackie's pussy, I was enslaved by it and I was anxiously waiting for the moment when I could kneel between her legs and worship it with my lips and tongue. The fact that another man had recently enjoyed it made it even more alluring to me. 

Jackie walked over to me, pushed me down on the bed and dropped to her knees between my legs. When she picked up my erect penis I realized what she was about to do.

Shaking my head, I said; "No, I told you I wanted to be cuckboy tonight."

Still holding my cock, Jackie said; "And you will be, but first I need to do something." She looked up at me with pleading eyes. "Artie please, this is important to me."

Understanding, I nodded. "Okay."

"if you feel like you're getting close to cumming, tap my shoulder so I can stop and give you a break. If you do cum that will be okay too, but I think it will be more fun if you can hold off for a little while."

"I'll try."

"Good."

Jackie leaned forward. I shuddered with excitement as I felt her warm moist mouth envelope my erection. I closed my eyes and thought about Clayton Taylor enjoying these same sensations earlier in the evening.

Jackie sucked me for several minutes. Her efforts were slow and methodical. Occasionally she would stop and give me a chance to regain my composure. It was magnificent. It was the best blow job I'd ever had in my entire life. Of course that really wasn't saying very much.

Finally Jackie pulled back and looked up at me. "Did you enjoy that Artie?"

"Yes, very much."

"I'm sorry that I haven't been doing that for you every day since we met."

I shrugged. "I didn't press you for it either."

"You're being kind Artie."

I shrugged again.

Still holding my erect cock, Jackie said; "Lay back baby, lay back on the bed and relax."

"Jackie, what's going to happen?"

"Just lay back."

As I lay back I wondered if Jackie had said those same words to Clayton Taylor and Ron. I quickly squashed that thought. It wasn't productive. At that moment my job was clear, enjoy what was happening to me.

Jackie raised my cock and then I gasped as I felt her suck my right testicle into her mouth.

She stopped and looked up at me. "Do you like that baby?"

I laughed. "Yes, yes I do."

She sucked my ball back into her mouth and then she teased it with her tongue while she slowly stroked my penis. I closed my eyes and bit my lip. The sensation was maddening. 

Suddenly I realized that I was about to lose control. I tapped Jackie's shoulder. She relaxed her grip on my cock and stopped licking my ball.

For several seconds neither of us moved. Finally Jackie whispered, "Are you back under control?"

I was. I nodded.

Jackie once again started teasing my testicle with her tongue. At the same time she slowly stroked my cock. The sensation was incredible. After a minute she sucked my other ball into her mouth. Still slowly stroking my cock, she began rolling them both around with her tongue. It was even more amazing. 

I whispered, "Holy shit."

Jackie pulled back and looked up at me. "Do you like that Artie?"

I laughed. "Yes, I like it a whole lot."

"Anytime you ask, I'll do it for you, anytime at all. Do you understand me?"




Jackie and Artie Ch. 05



"Yes."

"Now I want you to roll over onto your stomach. Keep your feet on the floor."

"What are you going to do Jackie?"

"Don't ask questions; just do as you're told."

I chuckled, somehow this didn't seem like the moment for a display of dominance. I rolled over.

Jackie spread my ass cheeks.

Alarmed, I said; "Jackie, what are you going to do?"

"Shhh, just relax and enjoy this."

"Jackie..." And then I felt her press her lips to my anus. I tried to protest. "No Jackie, I should be doing this to you."

"Hush, I need to do this for you. It's important to me."

I tried to relax, but then I felt Jackie's tongue pushing into my anus. My entire body went ridged with tension.

For several seconds Jackie probed my ass with her tongue. I didn't particularly enjoy it. In my mind this was a pleasure that I was supposed to be giving to her. Still, I understood why she was doing it, so I didn't stop her.

Finally Jackie pulled back and climbed up on the bed. As she lay next to me she whispered; "I've never done that for anyone else and I never will, but any time you ask I'll do it for you. I love you Arthur Hammond. I love you more than life itself."

"I love you too Jacqueline Conners. I'll always love you."

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

Jackie giggled. "Artie, I'm going to hold you to that promise."

"No problem, no problem at all."

"Are you ready to play more games cuckboy?"

"Yes."

"Me too."

I grinned at Jackie.

She gave me a playful poke in the side and said; "It's time for you to get off my bed and kneel on the floor."

My gut churning with excitement, I rolled over, sat up and slipped off the bed.

Jackie sat up. Extending her right leg, she pushed her high heel into my face and said; "Take off my shoe cuckboy."

I looked up at her. She was smiling. I smiled back and obediently removed her spike heeled pump.

"Now kiss my toes."

Reverently cradling Jackie's stocking clad foot in my hands, I leaned forward and kissed the underside of her big toe.

"Mmmm, I like that."

Jackie's words excited me. I eagerly kissed each toe and then the bottom of her foot.

As I was kissing her, Jackie said; "Cuckboy, would you like to hear about my evening?"

I stopped kissing Jackie's foot and looked up at her. "Yes please."

Jackie pulled her right foot back and extended her left leg. "Take off this shoe and kiss this foot."

I removed her other shoe. As I kissed her foot, she said; "You saw Clayt in the restaurant. He was a very handsome man. The moment I saw him standing at the bar I knew I wanted him. I loved his broad shoulders and long wavy dark hair and I was impressed by the way the other men standing at the bar seemed to defer to him. Yesterday I told you that I like powerful men. Clayt was definitely a powerful man."

Jackie mashed the soul of her foot into my face. "Of course I also have thing for submissive little cuckboys." She laughed. "Variety really is the spice of my life."

I smiled at Jackie. 

She winked at me and continued. "Anyway, Clayt was hot and I wanted him. It wasn't hard to get him over to my table. I caught him glancing at me several times while he was talking to his friends. All it took was a smile and a little lip licking from me."

"You're a beautiful woman. I'm sure that most men would be eager to meet you."

"Thank you cuckboy, that was very sweet.

"I also saw you licking your lips. It's not a subtle message."

Jackie grinned. "It's not supposed to be. You should see my mom do it. She can make a guy break into a cold sweat. "

I laughed. "I'm sure she can."

Jackie continued, "Clayt was also easy because he's a confident man. Confident men aren't as worried about being rejected. Less secure men require a little ego building before they're convinced that they won't be shot down when they come over and ask to join me at my table. Of course that also diminishes my interest in a guy. I have a preference for confident men."

"Like Clayton Taylor."

"Yes, just like Clayton Taylor."

Jackie paused. After a moment she said; "Artie flirting with Clayt while you were sitting just two tables away from me was so hot. Did you see him put his arm around me?"

"Yes."

"Did that excite you?"

"Very much."

"After Clayt put his arm around me you weren't the only man in the bar who was getting a cock massage."

"I assumed that was the case. Did he have a big cock?"

"Yes he did. It wasn't really long, maybe seven or eight inches; but it was very thick."

I laughed. "Seven or eight inches is a lot longer than my four and a half."

"It is and that's one of several reasons that you're a cuckold." Jackie giggled. "Of course the main reason you're a cuckold is that you married a slut."

"I know, and I love it."

"Do you Artie, do you love having a slut wife? I hope so, because tonight I was a very naughty slut wife."

Looking up at Jackie I grinned and said; "A very naughty slut wife? I like the sound of that. Tell me, tell everything; I want to hear all the details."

"Are you sure? Are you sure you want to hear about your wife being a naughty slut for another man."

I took a deep breath and said; "Yes, yes please."

"I like it when you say please."

Suddenly feeling very submissive I started kissing Jackie's feet again.

"I like that too, keep doing it."

I kissed and licked each of Jackie's toes again.

"Oh yes, that's very nice. Keep doing that." Jackie took a deep breath and then she said; "After we left the restaurant we walked across the street to the Calvert Hotel. That's where Clayt is staying."

I looked up at Jackie. "That's supposed to be the nicest hotel in the city."

"It is."

"Have you been there before tonight?" I stopped. Feeling slightly chagrined, I said; "I guess that's a stupid question. You've probably been there lots of times."

Jackie smiled. "Yes I have. Would you like to see it? We could spend a night there together. It would be fun."

I considered Jackie's offer. The Calvert was a grand old luxury hotel. It would be fun to spend a night there. I also knew that Jackie could easily afford it. Her law firm paid her a generous salary. Just as I was about to say yes, I would love to stay there, I had another thought. Shaking my head, I said; "No, I think luxury hotels like the Calvert should be reserved for getaways with your stud lovers."

Jackie thought for a moment and then she said; "Artie, that's an amazingly hot idea; but I won't do it. For the past five or six years I've been a selfish bitch. While you were staying at home taking care of the girls, I've been enjoying evenings at gourmet restaurants and luxury hotels with other men. I fully intend to continue doing that, but from now on I'm going to make damn sure that you and I also get to spend an occasional evening enjoying those same restaurants and hotels. Artie, as soon as possible we're going to have dinner at the Kensington Grill and after dinner we're going to spend a night in a luxury suite at The Calvert Hotel."

I smiled. "Okay."

Jackie laughed. "I love having a submissive husband. Life is so much easier when I get to make all of the decisions."

Jackie and I stared at each other. We both knew that Jackie had been joking, but we also recognized that she'd just described the relationship both of us wanted. As the silence was becoming awkward, Jackie said; "Would you like to hear what happened when we got to the hotel?"

"Yes please."

"As soon as we left the restaurant Clayt put his arm around my waist and immediately let his hand slip to my butt."

"So when you walked across the street to the Calvert he had his hand on your rear."

"Yes he did and I didn't make any attempt to stop him."

"You were being a naughty wife."

"Yes, and I was just getting started."

I smiled.

Jackie continued. "When we walked into the hotel lobby Clayt moved his hand back up to my waist. The Calvert is a proper hotel. They expect their guests to behave accordingly, at least in the lobby."

I smiled again.

"Clayt's room was on the seventh floor. The moment we were alone in the elevator he pulled me to him, wrapped his big arms around me and kissed me hard on the lips. I melted. Artie, I really do love being held by a strong powerful man..." 

Jackie stopped. For a moment she was silent and then she said; "Artie, I'm sorry, that came out wrong. Being held by a big strong man is a thrill, but it doesn't compare to the wonderful feelings of love and security that I have when you hold me...Oh shit! Artie, you are a strong man. I, I, oh I'm just completely screwing this up."

I patted Jackie's leg. "It's okay, I understand. I'm not a big man and my arms can't envelope you like Clayt's can and yes, I do believe that you enjoy it when I hold you. Don't worry; I know you love me Jackie."

"I do love you Artie, I really do."

"I know."

We both grinned. After a moment Jackie said; "Want to hear more about what happened at the hotel?"

"I want to hear every detail."

"Come up here and sit next to me."

I looked at Jackie with a puzzled expression. "But..."

Winking at me, Jackie said; "Sweetheart, we can only have so much fun with you on your knees."

I laughed and climbed up onto the bed. As soon as I was settled next to her Jackie reached over and wrapped her fingers around my erect penis.

Gasping I said; "No, I'm supposed to be giving you pleasure now."

Jackie placed her index finger on my lips. "Shhh, I'm just following our rule."

"Our rule?"

"Yes, from now on I won't do anything for another man that I'm not already doing for you."

I nodded. "And you played with Mr. Taylor's cock in the elevator."

"I did, but that's not the main reason I'm doing this for you right now."

"I don't understand."

"If the rule applies to me, it's only fair that the rule should also apply to you."

"Okay, but..."

"Didn't Nattie get to play with your cock while she was sitting with you in the bar?"

"Yes."

"So now I get to play with your cock or are you going to start doing things with other women that you not doing with me?"

We stared at each other. After a moment we both burst out laughing.

Jackie kissed me hard on the lips and then she pulled back and said; "Arthur Hammond I love being with you."

"As much as you loved being with Mr. Taylor?" It just popped out and as soon as I'd said it I regretted it.

Jackie looked at me. "Artie, are you jealous?" But then she sighed and said; "Yes, I suppose you are. I imagine that's inevitable." She shook her head. "If you were fucking other women I'd probably be jealous too."

"You would?" I was shocked by that disclosure.

"Yes, at least some of the time. It might be easier for me because I have such a strong belief that love and lust are separate emotions."

"I keep trying to remind myself that you believe that. I think I believe it too, but I'm a little newer at this than you are."

Jackie picked up my hand and held it in hers. "I'll try to remember that and when you do start to feel jealous I want you to tell me, all right?"

"Yeah, okay."

"Artie, please remember this. I don't party with other men because I'm looking for someone better than you. You are the best. You're the best husband, the best father, the best friend and yes, you're also the best lover."

"Nonsense."

"What's nonsense?"

"That I'm the best lover."

"Artie, that's not nonsense. I mean that. No, you may not be the best fucker, but you are the best lover. You're sensitive, unselfish and caring and when we make love you always make sure that I cum three or four times."

"But you said you like a powerful man."

"I do Artie, I like variety. You're a gentle lover so when I want something different I look for a more powerful, aggressive man; but if that was all I had I'd quickly get bored with it."

"You got bored with me."

"No I didn't."

"You stopped having sex with me."

"Not completely, but I was neglecting you. Artie, I've been thinking about that constantly since you pointed it out to me yesterday. I do love you and I do enjoy sex with you. No one eats my pussy like you do and I love playing with your little cock." Jackie giggled. "I love playing with your cock while you eat me."

I smiled.

She continued. "I do wish you were better at fucking, but a lot of that is my fault."

"It's not your fault that I have a tiny cock."

"Artie honey, your tiny cock isn't the problem. As long as I haven't just been with a well hung stud your cock feels fine in my pussy and when we finally do it I suspect that it's going to feel wonderful in my butt. No Artie, the problem is that you cum too quickly and that is my fault."

"Why is that your fault?"

"I became a selfish lover with you. Artie, almost all guys cum quickly the first time. This evening I gave Clayt a blow job as soon as we got into his room. I did it so that when we finally did start fucking he could go for a long time."

I nodded.

"Sweetheart, while it does take you a little longer than most guys to get hard again, I haven't put as much effort into getting you hard again as I should have. You love giving me pleasure and I love what you do to me, so I let you do it. Not long after we met I fell into the habit of letting you give me orgasm after orgasm until I was exhausted and then I would finish by giving you one little quickie." 

Jackie shook her head. "Eventually I even stopped sucking your cock. All you were getting from me was a handjob. Hell, I was so thoughtless that I'm surprised I didn't start making you jack yourself off."

Grinning at Jackie, I said; "Actually that might be kind of fun."

Jackie laughed. "I agree, it would be fun; but if we decide to do that we're going to make a game out of it. We're going to make it fun. We're not going to do it because I'm a lazy self-centered bitch."

"I think you're being a little hard on yourself right now."

"I'm sorry Artie. I need to be hard on myself. You're the man I love and I was neglecting you. I have to make sure that I never do that again."

I leaned over and kissed Jackie's cheek. "I still love you."

"I love you too Artie, but what I just told you only explains why I'd become such a selfish lover. It doesn't explain why I was partying with one or two men a week and only having sex with you once a month."

"I know."

Jackie smiled. "You are the brightest man I've ever met. You could have been a great lawyer, but after we got married you chose to support me so that I could have my dream career."

"Are you suggesting that I didn't get my dream career? Jackie you made some mistakes and if it makes you feel better you can spend some time beating yourself up about them, but that wasn't one of your mistakes. I do have my dream career. I love teaching high school English."

"I'm sorry Artie. Sometimes I get confused and start thinking that everyone has the same dreams that I have. You're a magnificent teacher, you love it and I know that. Please excuse me. The events of the past thirty-six hour have gotten me completely discombobulated."

"Discombobulated, now there's a word worthy of the wife of an English teacher."

"Artie, are you making fun of me?"

"No, I'm trying to love you and tell you that I understand and I want to make you smile."

"Thank you Artie." Jackie paused. After a moment she said; "I do have some thoughts about why I was partying with other men a couple of times a week, but only having sex with you once a month.

"Would you like to tell me?"

"Could I? I mean we're supposed to be having hot sex right now."

Smiling, I said; "Hot sex is pretty high on my agenda, but our relationship will always be higher. I can wait for the hot sex."

"Thank you Artie."

"Okay, so why have you been boinking other guys, but not me?"

"Artie!"

I shrugged. "I don't see any reason to mince words."

"Are you getting angry?"

"No Jackie, I'm not getting angry. I actually have some thoughts about this question too. I just thought that it might help if we begin by stating the question succinctly."

"That definitely was succinct."

"You're the one who said I would have been a good attorney."

"Okay, can I start?" Jacking was giggling.

"I think that's a good idea."

Jackie took a few seconds to collect her thoughts and then she said; "It's kind of complicated."

"I'm certain it is." I tried to make my voice both serious and compassionate.

"Over the last several years life has gotten increasingly demanding. The law firm pays me a generous salary, but they also demand long hours and most of my energy."

"I know, I try to help you as much as I can."

"And you do, I don't know what I'd do without you. When I am at home I try to spend as much time as I can with you and the girls. Artie, you are a rock for me. You're my best friend, my confidant, my emotional support and my true love."

"But not your lover."

"Artie please, I'm trying to figure this out."

"I'm sorry, that was a cheap shot."

Jackie whispered, "One that I deserved."

For a moment we were both silent. Finally Jackie said; "We both just turned thirty."

"I know."

"It's bothered me for a couple of years."

"Tell me."

"I know it sounds shallow, but I've always been hot."

"Yes you have."

"In college I sometimes had three or four offers a day for dates."

"You were popular."

"I'm ashamed to admit it, but that was a big part of my identity. Artie, this makes me feel so superficial."

"Jackie, it goes beyond that. Today I learned a lot about your family. Sex is a huge part of your life. Being sexually desirable has to be a huge part of your identity."

"It is Artie."

I nodded. "So Suddenly, you're about to turn thirty, you have two children, you work sixty hours a week and you're married to a teacher. I'm surprised they didn't make you trade in your Mercedes for a minivan."

"Are you being sarcastic?"

"No Jackie, I'm not. If I sounded like I was I apologize. That wasn't my intention."

"You are right; subconsciously I think that was what I was thinking and being sexually desirable is important to me."

"So seducing men became a way to bolster your confidence about being sexually desirable. That makes sense, except that your mother is over fifty and she's still unbelievably desirable."

"I heard that you saw her naked this evening."

"How did you know that?"

"I called Nattie on my way home."

"I did see her and she is still hot. Jackie, with your family's genes you're still going to be hot when you're ninety."

Laughing, Jackie said; "while that may be an exaggeration, I understand what you're trying to tell me."

I smiled.

Jackie said; "But Artie, you have to understand something. I'm the baby in a family of sexual artists. You talked to my mother today, she's a..." Jackie paused for a moment and then she said, "I don't know how to describe her, but she's amazing."

"She's a sexual guru."

"Yes, that's exactly what she is. And my sister is a big time slut stock broker who fucks millionaires."

"She fucks millionaires?"

"Yes, all the time. Guys are always taking her to the French Riviera, Venice, Las Vegas, Hawaii or some other hot vacation spot."

"And you're a successful attorney with a husband and two lovely children. I can't count the number of times today that your sister and your mother told me how much they envy you."

"I know, it doesn't make any sense."

"But that's the way families are; everyone envy's everyone else."

"I'm sorry Artie, I was really stupid."

"So you started fucking lots of different guys as a way to reestablish your own sexual desirability."

"I think that's part of it."

"But you weren't fucking that many guys, just one or two a week."

"Artie, that's a lot. I have a demanding job, two children and a husband I love."

"Okay, so why did the husband you love get shut out?"




Jackie and Artie Ch. 05



"Time and energy and you were also already fulfilling some more important needs for me. Artie, I love you; but as I said earlier, you're also my best friend, my confidant and my emotional support. When I was with you I was focusing on other needs."

"Everything but your sexual needs."

"Artie, I don't know what to say. I was shallow, self-centered and stupid."

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to sound bitter."

"You deserve to be bitter."

"Bitterness won't help us move on."

Jackie laughed, "I'm hoping that hours of penance on my knees with your cock in my mouth might help."

I grinned at her. "I'd prefer hours on my knees licking another man's cum out of your cunt."

"Artie, that's not much penance for me."

I wiggled my eyebrows. "Who cares?"

Jackie giggled.

I said, "I do have one more question."

"What is it?"

"I understand why you were devoting your small reserves of time and energy to partying with a lot of different men, but what about Ron? How does having a boyfriend fit into that equation?

"Ron's not my boyfriend."

"He's been fucking you at least once a week for how long?"

"Okay, he's kind of a boyfriend. No, that's exactly what he is."

"So how does having a boyfriend fit in?"

"Artie, this is all about staying young. Ron is the shallow, not very smart, handsome, well hung stud that I dated all the way through high school and college."

"Are you going to leave me for him? I mean it's clear that you're more concerned about his sexual needs than mine."

Suddenly angry, Jackie stood up and yelled, "Artie, I'm sorry. I fucked up, I fucked up bad. I ignored the most wonderful man I'll ever know while I played around with a moron. Ron's a good fuck, but that's only part of the reason I spend time with him. During the few hours each week that we're together I can pretend that I'm still a witless college freshman without a care in the world. Am I going to leave you and marry him? Hell no! When we're getting dressed after we're done fucking, I get bored making small talk with him."

Jackie and I stared at each other. After several seconds I said; "While I think I understand why you did what you did, you have to understand that I'm the one who was neglected. You can tell me that you fucked up, you can tell me that you were stupid, but I'm the one who paid the price for your mistakes."

I stood up. "Jackie, I love you and eventually I will forgive you, but it's going to take some time. It's late and right now all I want to do is go to bed."

As I turned to leave Jackie's bedroom, she said; "What do I have to do to convince you that I love you. Artie, I licked your asshole tonight."

Turning back to Jackie, I said; "Every time we've made love for the last eight years I've licked your asshole." And then I turned again and walked out of Jackie's bedroom. 



Jackie and Artie Ch. 06



This is the sixth episode in a series entitled "Jackie and Artie". If you have not read the previous five episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Jackie and Artie" is a romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative lifestyle. If this subject matter offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable I strongly suggest that you find something else to read.





As soon as I reached the security of my basement room I sat down on the edge of my bed and started to shake my head. Why did I have to react like that? Jackie explained why she was dating Ron and it made perfect sense to me. Ron was typical of the guys she dated while we were at Kelroy. 

My wife had been a popular beauty in college and now that she'd just turned thirty she was afraid of turning into a middle aged house wife. Jackie really didn't have any reason to be afraid. Her mother was still gorgeous, her sister was gorgeous and I suspected that Jackie was still going to be gorgeous when she was a great grandmother.

Jackie was a bright, sophisticated, well-educated woman with a charming personality, a successful law career and two lovely daughters. Eventually she would realize that for her, there wasn't any reason to fear age. She was a woman of substance. While she did have the fine facial features, gorgeous hair and sensuous body of a glamour girl; she had more. She had heart and soul. She had a core of inner beauty. As she matured, that inner beauty would begin to radiate outward and like a fine wine she would become more intoxicating, complex and alluring with age.

This was what had happened to Connie and there wasn't any doubt in my mind that it would also happen with Jackie and Nattie.

While I could see that Jackie was beginning to understand all of this, I realized that I had to be patient with her. Insecurity was a malady that plagued all humans. Like most illnesses the strong could survive an occasional attack, but recovery always took time.

Still, Jackie had tried to explain that neglecting me had been nothing more than an inadvertent side effect of her reaction to her fears about getting older. She already had substantial insight into one of the causes of our problems.

Of course my own insecurity was another cause. Rationally I knew that as long as Jackie was partying with guys like Ron I had nothing to fear. In college she'd had a bevy of those guys constantly sniffing at her heels. Yes, she did give her pussy to most of them, but that was all she ever gave them. When she wanted a serious relationship she rejected all of them and chose me. Unfortunately, I was beginning to understand that a man requires a considerable amount of self-confidence to be able to bear the knowledge that his wife is regularly getting fucked by other men, without constantly being nagged by the fear that he might lose her to one of them.

I smiled. Insecurity seemed to be the lot of the cuckold.

And then I heard Jackie's footsteps on the basement stairs. I waited. After a moment she appeared in the open doorway to my room. 

Jackie was still wearing her garter belt and nylons, but she'd put on a white satin baby doll nightie. It was short; the hemline reached just an inch or two below her waist and did nothing to conceal the lips of her shaved pussy. The low cut top of the nightie was made of loosely woven lace. Jackie's large nipples were clearly visible through the gaps in the weave. It was an incredibly sexy piece of lingerie and modesty was clearly not its purpose. I also knew that I'd never seen it before.

She didn't come inside my room. Instead Jackie stood in the doorway and knocked on the door frame.

Sitting on the edge of my bed still naked, I said; "You're the mistress of this house. You should never have to stop and knock before you enter a room."

Jackie shook her head. "Until I've learned to be a benevolent mistress, I shouldn't be allowed to wield power."

"The ability to learn from mistakes is one of the qualities of a wise and benevolent ruler."

"And I've made plenty of mistakes."

"As have I."

"You? How? As I see it, you're guiltless."

Smiling at Jackie, I said; "Alas poor cuckold, insecurity is thy name."

For a second Jackie stared at me and then she started to laugh. "Artie honey, did you just make that up?"

"Actually it's a paraphrase of two quotes from Hamlet."

Giggling, Jackie said; "Oh the joy of being married to an English teacher."

"You are a lucky girl."

Jackie grinned. "And that Artie Hammond is one of the many reasons that I will never leave you for another man."

I smiled at Jackie.

She said; "Artie, may I come inside?"

"Of course you may. Would you like to sit with me?"

"Yes, that would be nice." Jackie walked over and sat down on the bed next to me. 

Once she was seated I said; "I like that nightie."

"I was hoping you would."

"Is it new?" Immediately regretting the question, I said; "I'm sorry, that's none of my business." Shaking my head as I realized that had been an equally inappropriate comment, I said; "I'm sorry Jackie, every time I open my mouth I seem to be determined to stick one of my feet in it."

Jackie snuggled up to me. "It's okay sweetheart, right now I'm feeling a little awkward too."

We sat together in silence. After several seconds Jackie said; "It's not new and yes, I have worn it for another man. I'm sorry Artie. Last night I promised you that I'd bring some of the lingerie home that I was keeping at my mother's so you could enjoy it too. That's what I'm trying to do."

"Thank you, I appreciate that. You look very beautiful in it. And I'm glad that you told me the truth. It's okay that you've worn it for another man."

"I promised not lie to you anymore and I won't."

"Thank you, that means a lot to me."

"Artie, what do you want me to do about Ron?"

"Keep seeing him."

"Are you sure?"

"Is there any reason you shouldn't keep seeing him?"

"If my seeing him upsets you there is."

I looked at Jackie and said; "Alas poor cuckold, insecurity is thy name."

She smiled at me. "You're telling me that sometimes you're just going to be insecure."

"Yes, I think that goes with the territory."

"Is there anything I can do to help you feel more secure? I'll stop seeing any guy that makes you nervous. If you want me to do it, I'll break it off with Ron tomorrow. Just tell me."

"No Jackie, if this is going to work I have to trust you."

"And I have to be considerate of you."

"But not to the degree that I can start dictating who you can see or can't see. If I sense that you're becoming emotionally involved with another man we'll talk about it. If I start to feel neglected because you're spending too much time with another man we can talk about that too. I think the key to making this relationship work is communication. The conversation we had upstairs was stressful for both of us and it didn't end harmoniously, but I think it was productive."

Jackie nodded. "I think it was too."

"I feel like I have a better understanding of why some of the things that happened during the past year occurred. It bothered me when I learned that you spent more intimate time with Ron over the last several months than you did with me. No, actually it hurt me. Now at least I have some understanding about why that happened."

Next to me, Jackie said; "I am so sorry it happened. I promise to try very hard to make sure it never happens again."

"I believe you. I believe it was an inadvertent mistake and I believe you will try hard to make sure it never happens again."

"Thank you Artie."

"Jackie, we're both human and we both make mistakes. If our marriage is going to work we have to be able to forgive each other when we do make mistakes."

"I agree Artie." 

I put my arm around Jackie. She laid her head on my shoulder and cuddled up to me. We sat together enjoying the close touch of each other's bodies for a minute and then Jackie said, "Artie there's something else I want to discuss."

"What is it?"

She sat up and looked at me. "I'm concerned that you're worried that I might fall in love with one of my playmates. Artie that's the word I want to use to describe the men I'm meeting for sex. They're not lovers. Love isn't involved in anything we do. We fuck, we don't make love. You're the only man I make love to."

"Okay."

"As to the possibility that I might fall in love with one of my playmates, I don't think it's very likely."

"Why?"

"That's not how it happens. Almost all the men I play with are married and they aren't interested in leaving their wives or disrupting their families; especially not for me."

"Why especially not for you?"

"Because they know I'm a slut. They know I'll cheat on them and most men want a wife who will be faithful to them. Their egos can't handle infidelity. That also makes me lousy wife material for my single playmates."

"I see."

"I might fall in love with another man."

I looked at Jackie.

She quickly added, "I think it's even more likely that you might fall in love with another woman."

"I won't."

"Artie, you're so naive that you won't even realize it until after it's happened."

"No, that's not true."

"It would happen like this. A first year English teacher will be assigned to the classroom next to yours. She'll be young, pretty and single. Being a kind and considerate man, you'll help her get started. At first you'll get together in her classroom after school so you can assist her with her lesson plans or give her advice about classroom management. It won't take long before you'll be meeting in one of your classrooms just to unwind and talk. Your conversations will last longer and longer. You'll start finding excuses to stay at school later and later. One afternoon you'll kiss. It will happen spontaneously, but it will be the beginning of the end of our marriage."

"You kissed Clayt tonight and I'll bet you kiss Ron too."

"I did kiss Clayt and I do kiss Ron, but that isn't the kind of kiss that I share with them. I only share that kind of kiss with you. You know what I'm talking about; a kiss filled with love, tenderness and emotion. There wasn't any tenderness or love in the kisses I shared with Clayt tonight. They were all kisses of lust. They were nothing more than a form of foreplay." 

"Okay, I understand." I took a moment to think about what Jackie had just told me and then I said; "I won't do that, I won't let myself fall in love with another woman."

"I'll try not to do it either, but that is how married people fall in love with other people."

I chuckled. "Our marriage is probably less likely to end in divorce than a conventional marriage."

"As long as we're honest and we keep talking to each other, I think that's probably true. Our marriage came dangerously close to ending yesterday, but that was my fault. I wasn't being honest with you and I wasn't paying attention to your needs."

"I also wasn't assertive enough about getting my needs met."

"No Artie, that's my responsibility."

"Your responsibility, why?"

"Artie, we have a wife led marriage. I'm the dominant partner and primary breadwinner. You're my obedient spouse. You're responsible for the household chores and raising our children. I'm the family manager. I make all of the important decisions and make sure that all of our family's needs are being met. That includes yours." Jackie stared at me. 

Every nerve in my body was tingling with excitement. Jackie and I had discussed this the previous night, but then we were trying to deal with so much. Now we'd had an opportunity to address most of the key issues. Trust had been restored. At the Goldenrod I'd had a taste of life as a cuckold and I liked it. Twenty-four hours earlier we were discussing fantasies. Now Jackie was proposing a new way of life and I knew I wanted it.

For a moment I stared back at Jackie and then I slipped off the bed and kneeled at her feet. Looking up at her, I said; "I pledge my life to your service."

"I expect you to honor and obey me." Jackie was just as serious as I was.

"I promise to do so with unwavering devotion."

"And I promise to reward your devotion with kindness, benevolence, consideration and firm guidance."

Bowing respectfully, I said; "Mistress, I am your slave."

Shaking her head, Jackie said; "No I don't want a slave, I want a loyal servant."

I understood the distinction and I liked it. Nodding in agreement, I said; "Jacqueline, serving you will be an honor."

"Artie, you honor me with your service."

I bent over and kissed Jackie's feet. She patted my head like I was a puppy and then she stood and pulled me to my feet.

Grasping my erect penis with her fingers, Jackie whispered; "Artie let's go back upstairs to the comfort of my private chambers. I want to consummate our new bond."

Hanging on to my cock, Jackie led me upstairs. As soon as we were in her bedroom she let go of me and turned. "Artie take off my nightie. I want to wear it for Ron on Saturday, so I expect you to hand wash it when you get home from work tomorrow."

Incredulous, I stared at Jackie.

Staring back, she said; "A few minutes ago you pledged to serve me for the rest of your life. Now you're balking at my first direction. Did I misunderstand your vow?"

Still taken aback by Jackie's first order, but not wanting to fail her, I said, "No, not at all, I...It's just that, well for Ron?"

"Artie honey, A little while ago I offered to break it off with Ron, you said no. Then I offered to cancel our date for Saturday. You told me not to do that either. If I am going to continue seeing Ron I'd like to do everything I can to make our dates fun and exciting. He loves nighties and like you, he's never seen this one. I'd like to wear it for him on Saturday and I point out that this time you did get to see it first. Now, if you don't want me to wear it for him, I won't; but if you really do want to be my servant, you're eventually going to have to stop placing restrictions on me."

Feeling chagrined, I quietly said; "I'm sorry, I'll have the nightie ready for Saturday."

"Artie, I don't want to push you too hard. If it bothers you I won't wear the nightie with Ron."

"No Jackie, I mean Jacqueline. Sorry."

Jackie smiled.

I continued. "We both want this life. I want it as much as you do."

"Do you Artie?"

"Yes, I really do."

"I'm glad."

"Anyway, if this is the life we want to live, then we need to get started. That said, I do think the transition is going to be more difficult for me than it will be for you."

Nodding, Jackie said; "I'm not the one who's surrendering power and I'm getting to fuck other guys. I agree with you, my role is going to be easier than yours. I think it's okay for us to take our time."

"No it's not."

"Why?"

"Say that we decide that you should take a month off from seeing other men."

"I can do that."

"I'm sure you can, but it would be a mistake."

"Tell me."

"Jacqueline tonight was a great help to me. I watched you flirt with another man and I enjoyed it. I'll never again be worried because you're going to the Goldenrod to meet a playmate. Rationally I understand that Ron isn't a threat to me either, but you're going to have to have a few dates with him before I'll be able to completely relax about that. You could stop seeing Ron, but I don't think that would solve the problem."

"Why not?"

"Because I think you need to have a Ron. I think you need to have a boyfriend. I think you need to have a steady fuck."

Jackie shook her head.

I said, "Jacqueline, earlier tonight you told me that you were attracted to Ron because he reminded you of the guys you dated while you were in high school and college. You said that he made you feel young."

"Yes."

"That may be partially true, but it's only partially true. I think that Ron fulfills a much more important need for you.'

"Explain that."

"Sweetheart, may I still call you sweetheart?"

"In private." We both grinned.

"Sweetheart, between work and your family obligations you have a demanding schedule. Having a stud boyfriend with a big cock assures you that you'll get at least one good hard fuck a week. That takes some pressure off of you."

Jackie slowly nodded. It appeared that she agreed with my assessment, but then she suddenly looked at me and asked; "Artie, are you giving me permission to have a boyfriend?"

"Yes, but at least initially, I think it might be easier if we refer to him as your fuck buddy."

"I like that; it's a more accurate description. Okay, so right now Ron is my fuck buddy and you're okay with that?"

"Yes."

"Do you really think you can you live with that situation?"

"I can unless he turns out to be an asshole."

"I'll make sure he doesn't. If he does, I'll find a new fuck buddy."

"That works for me."

Jackie raised her eyebrows. "That works for you? That's rather casual."

"Isn't that the attitude you want me to have?"

"Yes, but..." Jackie paused and then she started to laugh. "Yes Artie, that's exactly the attitude I want you to have."

We smiled at each other. After a mmoment Jackie asked; "So it's okay with you if I go ahead and have my date with Ron on Saturday afternoon?"

"It's not just okay; I want you to do it."

"And you won't be upset if I wear the nightie?"

"I'll not only wash it for you, I'll iron it too."

"Artie, that nightie is made of silk and lace. You can't iron lace."

"So what should I do with it?"

"Hand wash it and lay it flat on a towel to dry. Once it's dry you can turn it inside out and press the silk with a warm iron."

"I can do that."

"I know you can."

"Jacqueline, may I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"You might think I'm prying."

"Artie, I promised you that I wouldn't have any more secrets. I think that also means that you should always feel free to ask me anything, anything at all. Earlier we did agree that good communication is essential if this marriage is going to succeed. If you have questions it's better to ask them and get them answered than to wonder about the answers."

"Thank you, I think that's true too."

"Okay, so what's your question?"

"Earlier, when I asked you about the nightie, you told me that you'd worn it for another man, you didn't say that you wore it for other men?"

Jackie smiled. "You're wondering who that man was and why I bought a nightie to wear just for him."

I nodded.

"Artie, this is a good example of why you need to ask me about anything that causes you concern. I did buy the nightie for a particular date with one man, although there wasn't actually anything special about him. I have several nighties at my mother's house. Most men enjoy seeing a woman in lingerie. Nighties are nice because they don't take up much space and they're easy to put on and take off."

"That makes sense."

"I prefer nighties made of lace and silk. They make me feel sexy and I enjoy the touch of silk on my bare skin. Unfortunately they're fragile and excited men aren't particularly gentle during foreplay."

I laughed. "I'll bet that's an understatement."

Jackie grinned and then she continued. "So my nighties don't last very long. It's rare for me to get more than three dates out of one of them. That means that I have to frequently replace them."

"So it's not unusual for you to have a nightie that you've only worn for one other man."

"That's right, and I never wear new or nearly new nighties for Ron."

"Why?"

Shrugging, Jackie said; "I don't know. I guess since I see Ron regularly I take him for granted. I think you were right when you said that his purpose is to guarantee me a hard fuck at least once a week. You might say that Ron is my bread and butter big cock. Men who I've just met or see rarely are much more exciting playmates. Remember, variety is the spice of my sex life."




Jackie and Artie Ch. 06



"So where do I fit into your sex life? I don't seem to be part of the equation you just described."

"Of course you are. Artie, you're my ultimate spice. All my other playmates give me physical pleasure, but that's all they give me. When I'm with them we fuck. You and I make love. Sex with them is fun, sex with you is not only fun, it's emotionally fulfilling."

Jackie shook her head. "I forgot that for a while. No I didn't forget it; I was just busy focusing on the other needs you fulfill for me."

"Other needs?"

"Earlier I told you that for the past year I've been stressed, tired and feeling old. During that time you've been my crutch. You supported me. You took care of me when I was tired, you buoyed my spirits when I was down and you inspired me when I was frustrated. I now understand that I've been a very needy wife." 

"That's what husbands do."

"Some of them; wives should be doing that too, only I forgot about your needs."

"My needs?"

"Yes, particularly your physical need for sex. I was so busy letting you take care of me that I forgot that I need to take care of you too. Sex by itself is just a physical need, one that can be easily satisfied by casual partners. My playmates were doing that for me, so I wasn't worried about sex. After putting the girls to bed you and I almost always sat together on the couch cuddling while we watched television. When I'm cuddled next to you and you have your arm around me I feel safe and loved. I feel special. I'm getting my need for intimacy fulfilled by you.

"I enjoy that too."

"Yes, but you weren't getting mind bending sex a couple of times a week."

I smiled. "No I wasn't."

"Well I've come to my senses and now I understand that while cuddling on the couch is wonderful, I've missed making love with you. I long to feel your tongue in my pussy and my ass. I can't wait to enjoy the amazing sensations I experience when you suck on my clit. Artie, I love it when you give me head. I want to play kinky mind games with you. I want to make you kneel at my feet and jack off on my toes and then I want to watch you lick up all your cum. I want to come home after being with a lover and make you lick my just fucked pussy." Jackie leered at me. "I'm getting wet just thinking about the fun things we can do now that we know about each other's secret fantasies."

"I'm getting pretty excited too."

"Artie, it's only a quarter past eleven. It will be a late night, but we could still fool around a little before we go to sleep."

"Could I eat your pussy while you tell me more about your date with Mr. Taylor?"

"Can I be a little nasty with you?"

"Yes please."

"I love it when you say please. Let's get on the bed."

"Before we do that, you still haven't told me about the man you were meeting when you bought the nightie."

Smiling, Jackie said; "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be evasive. He really isn't very important. His name is Paul Wyler. He lives in Buffalo, New York. He's married and has three children. He's a salesman for a company that makes insulation. I met him at the Goldenrod a year ago. He was fun and reasonably good in bed so I gave him my cell phone number, He calls on his accounts in our city several times a year. When he knows he's going to be in town he calls me. If I have time, I get together with him in his hotel room for a couple of hours. The last time he was here I had a little extra time at the end of the day so on my way to his hotel I stopped at Donaldson's Department store and bought the nightie."

"Do you often give your cell phone number to the men you meet at the Goldenrod?"

"Under the right circumstances I will?"

"What are the right circumstances? I'm just curious; I'm not trying to control you or anything like that."

"I know, I'm glad you're asking. The more you know about this part of my life the better it will be for both of us. First of all, the guy has to be fun and good in bed."

"Of course."

"He has to be from out of town. I rarely give my number to a man who lives in this city. There are just too many complications."

"What about Ron? He lives here."

"When I met Ron he was dating Trudy. She got tired of him and passed him on to me. When I get tired of him I'll probably pass him on to Laurie."

"Will Ron be okay with that?"

"Artie, all Ron cares about is getting safe pussy."

"Safe pussy?"

"Discreet pussy, clean pussy, unencumbered pussy; pussy that won't get him in trouble with his wife."

"I get the other two, but what do you mean by unencumbered pussy?"

"Women who aren't looking for anything other than sex from a man."

"You're talking about women who are looking for commitment, marriage."

"Mostly, but sometimes it's money or gifts like cars and expensive jewelry."

"That happens?"

"Artie."

"Yeah okay, I can be a little naive."

Jackie laughed. "If we start going to clubs together like we did tonight; you know, so you can watch; I'm going to have to keep a very close eye on you. There are women out there who will eat you alive."

I stared at Jackie. 

She looked at me and said; "What?"

"Could I do that?"

"Do what?"

"Go to a club with you again and watch. I promise I'll stay out of your way."

"Artie, I would love that." Jackie paused. After a moment she said; "You do realize that if we do that again Nattie won't be sitting with you holding your cock. She'll be busy getting her own date."

"I know."

"We also need to find a baby sitter. My mom was nice and took care of the girls tonight, but next time she's not going to want to miss out on the fun."

"Constance went to the Goldenrod with Natalie. I'm sure she's with a guy right now."

"I'm sure she is too, but don't you think it would have been more fun if all of us could have been there together. Artie, now that you're involved I can actually be out later. The four of us could have dinner together before we start man hunting."

"That would be fun."

"We have to find a baby sitter."

"What about Penny Barnes?"

"You mean Jack and Tricia Barnes daughter?"

"Yeah."

"She's only fifteen"

"That's old enough."

"No, she's too young to be out on a week night."

"Why does it have to be a week night?"

"Because married men have to stay home with their wives on Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights and most men who travel for business try to be home during the weekends."

"Oh."

"Eunice Grady might be a better choice."

"The retired lady who lives on the corner?"

"That's right. She's a widow with two sons and three grandchildren. She lives on a pension. I'll bet she'd be eager to earn a little extra cash."

"If she's interested, she'd be an excellent baby sitter."

Jackie said; "I'll call her tomorrow."

"Shouldn't I do that? I am your servant."

Jackie shook her head. "No, lining up a baby sitter is something a mother generally does. It's not a big deal, but we want to do everything we can to down play our relationship with the neighbors. I also think Eunice will be more comfortable if I call her."

"When can we do this?"

"Oh my, you are eager."

I grinned at Jackie.

She laughed and said; "Why don't I try to set something up for next Tuesday."

"Really?"

"Why not, I'm sure I'll enjoy it."

I gasped.

Grinning, Jackie asked; "So, are you ready to play around a little before we go to sleep?"

"Yes please."

"Take off my stockings and garter. They were for Clayt, not you." Jackie watched me. She was carefully gauging my reaction to her taunt.

Smiling at her, I said; "Yes Jacqueline, of course." There was immediate relief in her eyes.

I quickly unhooked the stays that held up Jackie's stockings. 

Jackie said, "That was very good cuckboy. If I didn't know better, I'd think that you had some experience taking off a woman's stockings."

"This evening I put Constance's garter on her and fastened it to her stockings."

Jackie laughed. "Really?"

"Yes Jacqueline."

"That means that you had a close look at my mother's pussy; did you enjoy it?"

"Your mother is a beautiful woman."

"Did you want to kiss her pussy?"

"I tried not to think about it. I knew I wouldn't be allowed to do it."

"Why is that cuckboy?"

"I didn't have your permission."

"That was a very good answer."

"Thank you Jacqueline."

"Cuckboy, I think you need a title of respect for me other than my name."

I waited.

"I don't like mistress; it feels a little too freakish to me. Ma'am would work. Yes, I like that. From now on you should refer to me as ma'am. You should also use that title with my mother and my sister."

Bowing politely, I said; "Yes ma'am."

"Oh I do like that."

I finished unfastening Jackie's stockings and then I unhooked her garter belt and set it on her dresser. 

Jackie sat down on the edge of her bed and extended her leg. "Cuckboy, roll my stocking off. Do you know how to do that?"

"Yes ma'am, I think I do." I carefully rolled Jackie's stocking down her leg. As soon as I was finished Jackie extended her other leg and I rolled that stocking off too. Once I was done I placed Jackie's stockings on the top of her dresser next to her garter belt. 

As I was doing that, Jackie said; "Cuckboy tomorrow after you finish washing my nightie you can wash my stockings. Hang them on the towel bar in your basement bathroom. When they're dry you can bring them up to my room and put them away. I think I might like wear them for Mr. Clark on Saturday."

"You mean Ron."

"Cuckboy, to you he is Mr. Clark. As my servant I expect you to address all of my guests respectfully." 

I looked at Jackie. I knew she was serious. I also knew that this was part of the submissive cuckold husband fantasy. I had to admit that I was torn. While part of me was excited by Jackie's demand; this was still Ron Clark, the man I'd caught fucking my wife in my bedroom the previous day.

I thought about that. There really wasn't any reason to hold a grudge against Ron. He hadn't actually been rude to me. When I walked into the bedroom I startled him and maybe scared him a little too. I was also well aware that Jackie had most likely seduced him. This evening She'd talked about Ron being passed from her friend Trudy to her and when Jackie was bored with him she was planning to pass him on to her other friend, Laurie. Ron was just a guy with a big cock who liked to fuck.

Jackie was studying me. I was fairly certain that she was afraid that she's pressed too hard. I was quickly coming to the realization that she hadn't.

I was about to tell her that when she said; "Artie, maybe on Saturday you could avoid any terms of address with Ron. Actually, I'll be the one doing most of the talking anyway."

"Thank you Ma'am, I appreciate that; but it's not necessary. You're right; Mr. Clark is going to be a guest in your house. He deserves my full respect. I will address him as either Mr. Clark or sir."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes ma'am."

"I promise that I'll control his behavior. I won't let him laugh at you or talk down to you."

"I'd appreciate that."

Jackie smiled and then she patted the spot next to her on her bed. "Come sit next to me Cuckboy. It's time for me to tell you more about my wonderful evening with Mr. Taylor."

I sat down next to Jackie. As soon as I was seated she reached over, gently curled her fingers around my erect penis and held it.

I put my hand on her thigh. 

Jackie shook her head. "Artie, I'm your superior. You need to ask permission before you touch me."

"Yes ma'am." I immediately withdrew my hand.

Jackie gave my cock a gentle squeeze. It was a reward for obedience. She was training me.

Without making even a cursory comment about what had just occurred, Jackie said; "When I left off, I believe Clayt and I were making out in the elevator."

"Yes ma'am."

Jackie gave my cock another squeeze. There wasn't any doubt. I was being conditioned. A thrill rippled through me as I realized that a few weeks of this would make me an even more eager servant for my wife.

"Clayt was an animal."

"Jacqueline, may I make comments while you're telling me about your evening?"

"Yes Cuckboy, of course you may; but thank you for asking. A good servant should always be careful about overstepping his bounds." This time Jackie actually gave my cock two strokes.

"Thank you ma'am; you told me that you enjoy aggressive men."

"I do Cuckboy and Clayt definitely turned out to be an aggressive man."

I smiled at Jackie. She smiled back and said; "While he was kissing me he was fondling my breast with one hand and rubbing my ass with the other. He actually raised the hem of my dress and pressed his fingers into the crack of my butt."

"Weren't you wearing panties?"

"A thong, he slipped his fingers under it."

I thought about Mr. Taylor fondling the crack of my wife's ass and asked; "Did you enjoy that."

Jackie laughed. "Hell yes, my pussy was gushing."

"Weren't you afraid that the elevator would stop and someone would get on it?"

"A little, but that was also part of the thrill. Nobody did and when we got to the seventh floor we took a second to try to put ourselves back together before we stepped out into the hall. It was kind of pointless. There really wasn't much we could do. I pulled my skirt down, but my hair was mussed, I'm sure my makeup was smeared and Clayt's cock was making a huge tent in the front of his trousers."

"The two of you must have been quite a spectacle."

Grinning, Jackie said; "I'm sure we were. Fortunately we didn't run into anyone in the hallway."

"Someday, if you meet a man who's willing, I hope you'll allow me to accompany you during one of these parties."

"Do you wish you could have been there Cuckboy? Would you have liked to have been walking down the hallway behind Clayt and me?"

Breathlessly I whispered, "Yes."

Jackie squeezed my cock. "Maybe I can arrange it. My mother has some friends with very open minds."

"Her sex club."

"Yes, how did you know about that?"

"Nattie told me."

"Of course."

"She said that maybe I could go to the next party as your slave."

"Would you like that Cuckboy? Could I put a collar and a leash on you and take you to the party as my pet?"

"Yes please."

"Could I have a date at the party, a tall handsome man? I'd flirt with him on the couch while you kneel at my feet like a pet dog."

"I would want you to do that." I was so excited that I could barely choke out the words.

"And then we'd retire to one of the bedrooms where I'd make you kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed and watch while I partied with my handsome date. Would you enjoy that Cuckboy?"

"Yes ma'am, I would enjoy it." My voice was a barely audible whisper.

Jackie gave my cock another squeeze. "Artie, that is so hot."

I smiled at her. She leaned over and licked my ear. "Want to hear what happened when we got inside Clayt's room?"

"Yes please."

Jackie squeezed my cock again. "I like it when you say please."

I nodded.

"As soon as we were inside his room Clayt grabbed me and started kissing me hard on the lips. I kissed him back. While we were kissing he unzipped my dress. I wiggled my hips and let it fall to the floor. Before I could step out of it Clayt attacked my breasts with his hands and his mouth. Artie he was an animal."

"Did you enjoy that."

, 

Jackie smiled. "Oh yes, it made me feel slutty and nasty."

"You like that, don't you."

"I really do." 

I smiled at Jackie.

"Cuckboy, do you remember when I was talking to you at your table in the bar? Clayt was in the men's room."

"Of course I do."

Jackie reached over, grabbed my nipple between her fingernails and gave it a vicious twist. I yelped from the pain. It hurt. "Of course I do? That wasn't a very polite way to answer me. Why don't you try it again and be a little more respectful."

"Yes Jacqueline; I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be disrespectful." After a quick pause to catch my breath, I said; "Yes ma'am, I remember it very well."

Jackie squeezed my cock. "That's much better Cuckboy. Now do you remember what you wanted me to do to Clayt as soon as we got into his room?"

"Yes Ma'am, I do."

"What was it?"

"I asked you to give Mr. Taylor a blow job."

Jackie gave my cock another squeeze. "I'm pleased that you referred to my playmate as Mr. Taylor."

"As your servant it's my duty to treat your men friends with respect."

Jackie stroked my cock several times. "Very good Cuckboy. It's clear that you're beginning to understand your place."

"I'm trying hard ma'am."

"Yes you are and that pleases me. You do want to please me, don't you Cuckboy."

"Yes ma'am, very much."

Jackie gave my cock two more strokes. "That's a good boy."

I don't think I've ever been as excited in my entire life as I was at that moment. In an effort to maintain my composure, I took a long slow breath. 

Leaning over, Jackie licked my cheek and whispered, "Clayt had me so turned on. I just had to have his big cock in my mouth so I dropped to my knees and did exactly what you told me to do."

"You gave him a blow job."

"A nasty wet sloppy blow job; I devoured his big beautiful cock. I licked and kissed his balls and then sucked on his cock some more. Clayt went wild and so did I. Tonight I was a cock sucking slut for another man. Was that okay Cuckboy?"

"Did it give you pleasure?"

"Yes, I loved it. I loved every second of it."

"Your pleasure is all that matters to me."

"Good answer Cuckboy. My pleasure should be all that matters to you." Jackie stroked my cock several times and then she leaned towards me. Pulling my face to hers, she said; "I want you to kiss me and while you're kissing me I want you to imagine Clayt's cock in my mouth. Think about it Cuckboy, think about how much fun he had while I was sucking him."

Jackie pressed her lips to mine and pushed her tongue deep into my mouth. While we made out I did exactly what she'd told me to do, I pictured her sucking Mr. Taylor's huge erection. The maddening image drove me insane with a combination of lust and cuckold angst. I was on fire.

After a moment Jackie broke off our kiss, pulled back and looked into my eyes. "Did you like that Cuckboy? Do you enjoy kissing your wife when you know that just a few hours earlier she had another man's cock in her mouth?" 

I wanted to scream, yes! I've wanted this for years, but I didn't. Instead, barely maintaining my composure, I managed to say; "Yes ma'am, I always enjoy kissing you." 

I gasped as Jackie gave my cock another firm squeeze and then she laughed and said; "Artie, you're so much fun. Are you enjoying this as much as I am?"

"Yes ma'am, I think I am. I might even be enjoying it more than you are."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"That makes me very happy."

I smiled. 

Jackie lasciviously licked my face and then she said. "Scoot back; I want you lying on the bed."

I pushed myself all the way onto the bed and lay on my back.

Jackie climbed on top of me and positioned herself so that she was straddling my waist, facing me. Licking her lips, she said; "This feels so right. I belong on the top and you belong on the bottom, don't you agree Cuckboy?"

"Yes ma'am, I do."

"I'm glad that you feel that way. Would you like to hear more about my party with Clayt?"

"Yes please."

Jackie gently massaged my nipples with her index fingers. She knew I loved that. Apparently it was going to be my new reward for obedience. "Clayt and I were both incredibly aroused, so it didn't take me long to make him cum. Clayt was an animal, but he was also a gentleman. When he realized that he was about to orgasm, I was sucking him. He was polite enough to warn me and I appreciated it. His warning gave me an opportunity to take his cock out of my mouth and jack him off with my hands."

"I don't understand, I thought you liked having a guy cum in your mouth."




Jackie and Artie Ch. 06



"I do, but I have to know a guy really well before I'll let him do it." Jackie shrugged. "My mother and sister feel the same way." 

I nodded.

Smiling at me, Jackie said; "Clayt came all over my tits. It was his first orgasm and it was huge. He made a real mess."

Leaning forward so her weight was resting on her hands and forearms, Jackie rubbed her large tits into my face. "Another man just shot his cum all over my tits and now you get to kiss them and lick them for me. You're a lucky little boy, aren't you Cuckie."

I answered her; "Yes ma'am, I am." And then I closed my eyes.

Just as I was about to kiss her right nipple Jackie pulled back. With a mischievous grin, she said; "Where are your manners Cuckboy, shouldn't you say please."

Breathless with excitement, I said; "Jacqueline, may I please be allowed to kiss and lick your beautiful breasts."

"They're special tonight Cuckboy, why are they special?"

"Another man ejaculated his cum on them."

"And now you want to kiss them and lick them?"

"Yes please."

"You're a very good little Cuckboy, aren't you Artie?"

"I try to be ma'am."

"Since you're so polite, I give you permission to enjoy them."

Jackie leaned forward. As I started kissing and licking her nipples I felt her shudder. I was reasonably certain that she had a small orgasm.

For a few minutes Jackie silently leaned over me, her eyes closed, her large breasts pressed into my face while I eagerly kissed and licked them. Finally she pulled back and asked, "Did you enjoy that Cuckboy? Did you enjoy licking my tits after another man came all over them?"

Nodding, I said; "Yes, Jacqueline, I did. Thank you for allowing me the privilege."

Gently kissing my lips, Jackie grinned and said; "The pleasure was all mine."

We both burst out laughing. After a moment, Jackie asked; "Do you want to hear more about my party?"

"Yes please."

"I was hoping you would. "Jackie paused. After a second, she said; "A soon as Clayt was finished cumming I excused myself and went into his bathroom. I had to clean his semen off of my breasts. I used a damp wash cloth." She winked at me. "I didn't have my little cuckboy there to lick them clean for me."

We both laughed.

Jackie continued. "When I returned to his bedroom, Clayt had stripped the covers off of his bed creating a nice playground for us. He'd also taken off all of his clothes. As soon as he saw me he lay down on the bed and asked if I'd like to join him. Of course I told him that I'd love to."

Grinning at me, Jackie said; "I pulled off my panties and jumped into Clayt's arms. For a moment we giggled and rolled around on the bed like a couple of kids and then he pinned me. Artie, it was so hot. He took complete control of me."

Pangs of jealousy stabbed at me as I imagined Jackie playfully romping naked on a bed with another man. When I heard her excitement as she described being overpowered by Clayt, my envy and jealousy magnified. Remembering that jealousy was the lot of the cuckold, I fought to keep my emotions in check. In an effort to cover my feelings, I quickly asked; "Was he hard again?"

Too excited to notice my emotional distress, Jackie shook her head; "No cuckboy, even studs like Clayt need a few minutes to recover."

"I see."

"Artie it was amazing, once Clayt had me pinned to the bed he straddled me just like I'm straddling you right now. He was so strong that even if I'd wanted to do it, I couldn't have wiggled free. Of course I didn't want to get free. Clayt had taken control and I was loving every second of it."

"He turned out to be the strong forceful man you hoped he'd be."

"He did, he really did."

"What did he do next?"

"Clayt's a boob man and he loved mine."

"You have beautiful breasts."

"Thank you cuckboy."

I smiled at Jackie.

Jackie grinned and said, "Wait until you hear what he did too me."

"Okay."

"His cock was starting to grow again. He laid it between my tits and then he pressed them together and started fucking them. While he was doing that he flicked my nipples with his thumbs. Artie, it was so hot."

Jackie's narrative was arousing my cuckold passion and quickly squelching my petty feelings of jealousy. I was still envious of Clayt, but now that envy was inflaming my masochism. Excited, I said; "I'll bet you loved that."

"Cuckboy, I did. I kept straining to move my head forward so I could kiss the tip of his cock."

"Was he fully hard again?"

Jackie laughed. "It was like a pole."

"Were you able to kiss it?"

"Even better, when Clayt realized what I was trying to do he asked me if I wanted to suck him some more."

"Of course you said yes."

"Damn right I did. I loved his big cock."

"What did Mr. Taylor do?"

"He rolled both of us over. Suddenly, I was on the top and he was on the bottom and then he gently pushed my head down and told me that he loves a lady who knows what she wants."

Jackie looked at me. "Artie, he was right, that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted his cock. I wanted his great big dick and I wanted to suck it like a nasty slut."

"You really do enjoy that, don't you?"

"When I'm with the right guy I do. Some guys will misinterpret what I want and get crude and abusive. I don't like that at all

"I feel the same way about being dominated."

Jackie considered what I'd just told her. After a moment, she said; "You want me to control you, you want me to take power away from you, you want me to humiliate you; but while I'm doing all of that, you need to know that I love you."

I nodded.

"And I enjoy a guy who can make me act like a nasty slut, but I still want to feel safe and valued. I don't want to be mistreated or degraded.

Giggling, Jackie said; "Artie, aren't we a pair. I'm a slut and you're a submissive."

"You're a slut and I'm your submissive."

Jackie stared at me. "Sweetheart, that is so hot."

"I think so too."

We smiled at each other. After a second I asked; "Ma'am, may I ask you a question?"

"Certainly cuckboy." Jackie flicked my nipples. I was still being conditioned.

"You mentioned that sometimes guys misinterpret what you want and get mean and abusive. Does that happen very often?"

"Are you worried about my safety?"

"Yes, I guess I am."

"Don't worry, it almost never happens. You saw me tonight. I always take a little time to get to know a guy before I go to his hotel room with him."

I nodded. She had done that with Clayt.

"When I do go out to pick up strange men I'm either with Nattie and my mom or Trudy and Laurie. I'm careful to always make sure that the guy knows I'm with them and that they saw him."

"That makes sense."

"I also carry a canister of pepper spray in my purse and I'd never let a stranger tie me to the bed."

Shocked by that disclosure, I asked; "Do you let men tie you to the bed?"

"Once in a while, not very often and like I said, never with a stranger. I'm not really into bondage, but occasionally, with the right people, it can be fun."

"Does Ron ever tie you up?"

Jackie laughed. "Ron? I'd never let him do that. He's just a good fuck."

"So who would you let do it?"

"There are a couple of older couples in my mom's sex club that are extremely skilled at bondage. Sometimes I'll play with them. They understand my desire to be treated like a slut and they're wonderfully creative with fantasy games. I suspect you might enjoy playing with them too."

"Would you let me do that?"

"Of course I would. Actually I'd like to watch, so would Nattie and my mom."

"Really?"

Nodding, Jackie said; "Most likely the entire club would want to watch."

"The entire club? How many is that?"

"There's usually a couple dozen people at the parties."

"Have you ever, you know, done things in front of the whole group?"

"Lots of times; Artie honey, I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. Having an audience really gets me off."

"Will you tell me about some of the things you've done while other people are watching you?"

"Of course I will, but not tonight. It's getting late and I still haven't finished telling you about my date with Clayt."

Suddenly bothered, I stared at Jackie. 

She looked at me. "Artie, what's the matter?"

"Jackie, I don't understand." Neither of us paid any attention to the fact that I'd just called her Jackie.

Instead she asked, "Sweetheart, what don't you understand?"

"I'm beginning to realize just how sexually sophisticated you really are. I mean, you've slept with I don't know how many men, you go to swinger's parties, you've played bondage games with older couples and I don't know what else. Hell I'm sure there has to be lots more. Just look at that necklace you were wearing tonight. Jackie, I may be a yokel, but I can still recognize an expensive piece of jewelry when I see one."

Jackie rolled off of me. For a moment she lay silently next to me. Finally she said; "Yes, I suppose you could say that I am sexually sophisticated. Apparently that's bothering you."

"Yes, yes it is."

"Artie it shouldn't. I love you, all the other stuff is..."

"Jackie, that's what I don't understand."

"What do you mean?"

"How could a sophisticated woman like you possibly love a scrawny little simpleton like me?" I shook my head. "A submissive, scrawny little simpleton."

Jackie stared at me. After a moment she laughed and said; "Okay, I'm a shameless, supercilious slut and you profess to love me."

Grinning, I said; "I certainly do."

"Can you explain why?"

"Sure, you're beautiful..."

"Are you saying that you wouldn't have married me if I was homely?"

Suddenly understanding what Jackie was trying to tell me, I said; "Okay, I get it. You like the inner me."

"The outer you is pretty cute too. Artie, in addition to being sweet and sexy; you're strong, reliable, loving and honest. You're a wonderful man and I am so thankful that you're willing to put up with a wife who's a cheating slut."

"You have a soft spot for scrawny, submissive, simpletons. I have an equally large soft spot for cheating sluts." I winked at Jackie.

Jackie hugged me. "Artie Hammond, I love you so much."

"I love you too Jackie Conners."

"Would you like to hear about the rest of my date or would you rather just make love and go to sleep?"

"I want to hear about the rest of your date. One of the benefits of being married to a cheating slut is getting to hear about the fun she has with other men."

"Artie, I'm not sure there are many husbands who would agree with that statement."

"Just the natural born cuckolds and I happen to be one of them."

Laughing, Jackie said; "And I am so glad that I found you."

"All right, back to story time. If I remember correctly Mr. Taylor had just finished fucking your tits and you were sucking his cock again."

"Hearing you say that makes my pussy tingle." Jackie was giggling.

"Was your pussy tingling while you were sucking Mr. Taylor's big cock?"

Jackie gasped. "It wasn't just tingling, it was gushing. Artie, I was so turned on."

"You liked sucking him."

"Yes Artie, I did. I love cocks, I always have. I suppose that's one of the reasons I'm such a slut. When I'm giving a blow job I feel like I'm communing with the essence of primal lust."

"Wow!"

Jackie smiled. "When I'm sucking a man's cock, especially a really big cock; it feels like a transcendental experience."

"You're making love to his cock."

"I'm not making love to him."

"No, I understand that."

"But you may be right, I may be making love to his cock. Does that bother you Artie?"

"No, I don't think it does. In fact, it helps me understand just how sexual you really are."

"I am. I don't understand why I'm that way, but I am."

"I don't understand why I'm a submissive masochist. I just am."

Jackie nodded. "I guess we are what we are. Can you accept that Artie?"

"I think I can, but it might take me a little time. Our culture doesn't have much tolerance for either of us."

"Our culture doesn't have much tolerance for anyone who's different." Jackie shrugged. "That's their problem, not ours." 

Admiring my wife's free spirited attitude, I nodded. 

Jackie smiled, but then she paused. After a moment she said; "You're right, we do have to shield the girls from all of this."

"It's absolutely essential."

"What about Edie?" Jackie was asking about the widowed aunt who raised me.

I shook my head. "She's not an issue. I don't think Edie is in the least bit interested in our sex lives and she already knows that I do most of the household chores. She thinks it makes sense, my work schedule is much easier than yours."

"You're right. When Edie comes to visit I'll just have to be discreet about my extra fun."

"She comes to see the girls. While she's here they'll always be around, so you'll have to be discreet anyway." I smiled at Jackie. "We've gotten side tracked again, haven't we."

"I'm sorry Artie. I really do need to talk about all of this. I'm terrified that I'm going to do something that will hurt you and make you leave."

I smiled. "Feel free to talk as much as you want. Talking is a good way to make sure nothing like that happens. Besides, I'm still trying to figure all of this out too. I need to talk just as much as you do."

Jackie smiled. "But you're right, it does get us side tracked. Let's get back to my date. Telling you about it is so much fun."

"I believe you were sucking Mr. Taylor's cock."

Jackie's smile turned into a grin. Giggling, she said; "Yes I was and I can't begin to describe how happy I am that you want to hear more about it."

"What can I say; I'm a natural born cuckold."

Lasciviously licking her lips, Jackie said; "And I love to party with other men and tell you about it."

My breath caught.

Jackie kissed me and then she said; "Artie, by that time Clayt's cock was hard again and when it's hard, it's huge. It's not all that long, maybe seven inches; but it's thick and it has this fantastic upward curve." 

I looked down at my penis. It was sticking straight up, but it was just barely four inches, pencil thin and it didn't curve at all. It wasn't big enough to curve. Turning to Jackie, I said, "Seven inches is a lot longer than mine."

Reaching down and giving my cock a firm squeeze, Jackie said; "You're a little cuckboy, you don't need a big cock."

A thrill rippled through my loins. Jackie had just taunted me. It was subtle, but it was a taunt and it was the first time she'd ever said something like that. Yes, she'd called me cuckboy, but that was all she'd done. Now she was suggesting that I wasn't really a man. My masochistic desires erupted. Bursting with excitement, I stared at my wife.

There was a moment of silence and then, realizing what she'd just said, Jackie shook her head; "Artie, I'm so sorry. That just popped out. I didn't..."

Smiling, I gently touched my index finger to Jackie's lips. "No, don't apologize. It excited me."

"It did?"

I felt my face flush with humiliation, but realizing the importance of the moment I took a deep breath and tried to explain. "Yes, it did. Jackie, I..." I faltered. I was overwhelmed with embarrassment.

Jackie stared at me.

Fighting to regain my composure, I took another deep breath and tried again. "Jackie, we've already talked about my masochism."

Suddenly understanding, Jackie nodded. "Of course; I'm sorry Artie, I'm usually more perceptive than that. You want me to taunt you, don't you?"

Once more, I felt my face flush with embarrassment.

Noticing, Jackie shook her head and said; "I'm not making this easy for you, am I."

I shrugged.

Jackie leaned over, kissed my cheek and whispered; "It excited me too."

I looked at her.

She smiled and said; "It really did."

I smiled.

She said; "Don't forget that I love you and this is just a game."

"I won't."

"Promise?"

"Yes."

"If I go too far, will you tell me?"

"I'll try."

"Artie, this is important. Taunting you and hurting you would be a fun game, but I don't want to really hurt you."

Having read volumes of Internet stories about dominant women and submissive men, I immediately knew the solution. I said; "Time out."

Shaking her head in confusion, Jackie said; "Time out? What does that mean?"

"It's going to be our safe word. If either of us says or does something that makes the other one uncomfortable we call, 'Time out'."

"Can you do that Artie?"

"I think so. Can you do it?"

Jackie laughed. "I don't think I'm the one who's going to need a safe word; but yes, I'm sure I can." She thought for a moment and then she asked; "Artie, do you really think you can do that?"

"Yes, I think I can; having it as an established protocol makes it easier."

"Sweetheart, if you can really do that it allows me to relax when we play games. I won't have to worry about pushing you too hard."

"I want you to push me."

"Artie, are you sure about that?"

"Yes, I think I am; no know I am. There isn't any question about it."

Jackie stared at me. After a moment she smiled and said; "All right, let's try it. Remember you can always call time out."

"I won't forget."

"Okay, here goes. Cuckboy, why would a little wimp like you even think about comparing himself to a man like Clayt?"

Momentarily taken aback by the brashness of Jackie's question, I recoiled.

Jackie was watching me carefully. She noted my reaction immediately and tried to back track. "Artie, I didn't mean it, I was just playing."

My shock was only temporary. Quickly recovering, I said; "No, that was perfect."

"Are you sure?'

"Yes, I am." And then I remembered something from one of my favorite cuckold stories. It was just what we needed. I said; "Jacqueline, may I make another suggestion."

"Of course."

"When we're playing, 'time out' is the only phrase that should concern you. You should ignore anything else I say." I paused and then I said; "No, that's not quite right. Anything else I say should be viewed as encouragement."

"I'm not sure I understand what you're telling me."

"Let's try it again. Repeat what you said to me a moment ago."

"You're sure it's all right."

"I'm sure."

"Okay. Cuckboy, why would a little wimp like you even think about comparing himself to a man like Clayt?"

In my most submissive tone of voice I said; "Ms. Jacqueline, please don't call me a wimp."

"Are you telling me that it's okay to call you a wimp?"

Feeling both excited and embarrassed, I quietly answered; "Yes."

Jackie clapped her hands together. "Artie, that is so hot. I get it. When you really don't want me to do something, you'll call time out. I should take anything else you say as encouragement."

"That's right."

"That's really cool. Did you just think of that?"

"No it's in one of my favorite stories."

"I have to read that story. Do you have it?"

"Yes, I'll show it to you tomorrow."

"Okay, do you want to try that again?"

"Do you?"

Nodding, Jackie said; "I really do."

"Okay."

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Cuckboy, why would a little wimp like you even think about comparing himself to a man like Clayt?"

"Ms. Jacqueline, please don't call me a wimp."

"Why not, that's what you are. You're a pencil dicked cuckold wimp..." Suddenly Jackie started giggling and added; "Who also happens to be the love of my life."

I laughed. "That last part does tend to detract from the overall effect of your taunt."

Jackie shrugged. "I don't know, I thought it added just the right amount of pizzazz."

"Pizzazz?"

"Yeah, pizzazz; you got a problem with that pencil dick?"

Grinning, I said; "No Ms. Jacqueline, I don't."

Jackie leaned over and kissed me hard on the lips. She was giggling. I was too.



Jackie and Artie Ch. 07



This is the seventh episode in a series entitled "Jackie and Artie". If you have not read the previous six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Jackie and Artie" is a romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative lifestyle. If this subject matter offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable I strongly suggest that you find something else to read.





We hugged each other for a moment and then Jackie said; "All right cuckboy, are you ready to hear more about my party with Clayt?"

"Yes please."

Giving my penis a firm squeeze, Jackie said; "I like it when you say please. It shows me that you understand your place."

"Yes ma'am."

She gave my penis another squeeze. "Very good cuckboy, you're learning to be deferential. That also pleases me."

I smiled.

Jackie said; "You enjoy pleasing me, don't you."

"Yes ma'am, I do." It appeared that our last conversation had bolstered Jackie confidence. She was noticeably bolder about exploring the parameters of our new relationship. 

"That's good. As my obedient servant, pleasing me is one of your most important duties."

"I understand."

"It pleases me to fuck other men."

"Yes ma'am, I know that."

"Tonight I enjoyed sucking Clayt's cock."

I nodded.

"Does it bother you that I enjoy sucking another man's cock, but I don't suck yours?" Jackie stared at me.

I understood what Jackie was doing. My wife is intelligent, sophisticated and creative. Her taunts were naturally going to reflect her intellect. Simply calling me nasty names like pin dick or sissy was too trite for her. Jackie was capable of much more creative insults.

Aware that she was testing the efficacy of the safeguards we'd just established, I excitedly answered; "Please Ms. Jacqueline, don't remind me of that."

"Remind you of what cuckboy?"

"That you suck other men's cocks, but you won't suck mine."

"Why should that upset you? You're not a man like Clayt, you're a submissive little wimp. You weren't born to party with women; you were born to serve them." Jackie studied me. She knew she was pushing my limits and she was clearly concerned about how I was reacting. 

I was in emotional turmoil. Jackie was deliberately scraping a raw nerve. The previous evening I'd been painfully distressed to discover that she'd been doing things for other men that she hadn't been doing for me, now she was taunting me about it. While part of me was angry, a bigger part of me, the masochistic part of me was unbelievably aroused.

I remembered Jackie's earlier words, "Artie, don't forget that I love you and this is just a game." She'd made me promise that I wouldn't forget that and I made that promise. I also remembered her adamant insistence that she would never again do anything for another man that she hadn't already done for me. 

My confidence in my wife's love for me restored, I said; "Please Ms. Jacqueline, don't tease me about that."

Jackie stared at me for a moment and then she smiled and said; "Cuckboy, I'm not teasing you. I loved sucking Clayt's big cock. It's exciting. Sucking that little fingerling you try to pass off as a penis is simply boring."

I winced, but every nerve in my body was tingling with masochistic excitement.

Jackie continued watching me. She was clearly nervous about what she was doing.

In an effort to shore up her confidence I bowed my head and said; "Ms. Jacqueline, I'm sorry I'm so pathetically endowed. I fully understand why you seek satisfaction from other men."

Raising her eyebrows, Jackie said; "Other men? Cuckboy are you putting yourself in the same class as men like Clayt and Ron?" She laughed. It was a cruel derisive laugh. "I certainly hope you aren't that deluded."

For a brief moment I faltered. It wasn't Jackie's words, it was the laugh. She was laughing at me. That hurt.

Jackie saw my distress. Fearing that she'd pushed me too hard, she quickly said "Artie I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry."

I understood exactly what had happened. The quick wit that made my wife an outstanding attorney also made her devilishly adept at taunts and insults. I should never have expected less. Furthermore my masochistic side was enjoying the humiliation her laughter created. Still this was a situation that required clarification and we now had a protocol for those situations. Raising my hand, I said; "Time out."

Jackie smiled and said; "Thank you." Her smile was a smile of relief.

"You're good, amazingly good."

"Artie, I really am sorry."

"You don't need to be sorry, you didn't do anything wrong."

"It was the laugh, wasn't it?"

"It was."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I got carried away. "

"Maybe, I'm not sure that's true and even if you did go too far, so what? We have a system that gives us an opportunity to talk about our concerns and we just demonstrated that it works."

"Artie, are you sure?"

"We're talking about it, aren't we?"

"Yes."

"Besides, now that I've had a chance to think about it, I have to admit that it was exciting."

"It was?"

"Yeah, I just wasn't prepared for how good you are. Now I understand why your law firm pays you that big salary."

Jackie giggled. 

I said, "We love each other. I'm sure we can talk our way through anything."

"I do love you Artie, I really do. I think you're ten times the man that either Clayt or Ron is. After all, I did marry you."

I smiled at Jackie. "I know, I love you too and thanks."

"Do you want me to tone down my taunts for a little while, at least until we're both feeling a bit more confident about what we're doing?"

Shaking my head, I said; "Only if you need to do that for yourself. As far as I'm concerned, I want you to try to make me call time out."

Jackie laughed. "Are you sure about that Artie?"

I shrugged. "My masochistic side certainly is."

"I'm falling madly in love with that side of you."

"Only that side?"

"I only met that side of you yesterday; I've always been madly in love with the rest of you."

"I'm falling madly in love with your sadistic side."

Jackie leered at me. "Cuckboy we are going to have some serious fun playing with each other."

Grinning, I said; "I think we are too."

Shall we get back to my evening with Clayt?

"I'd like that very much. I believe you were sucking his cock."

"I was and I was enjoying it. I had both of my hands wrapped around Clayt's thick shaft while I kissed and licked the head of his cock. Cuckboy, some men have cocks with really big heads. Clayt is one of those men."

"Do you like cocks with big heads?"

"I do. Do you want to hear something funny?"

"Yes."

"Don't laugh at me."

"I would never do that."

Jackie smiled. "Good boy, it wouldn't be polite to laugh at your Mistress, would it?"

"No ma'am, it wouldn't."

Jackie squeezed my penis; "Very good." And then she asked; "Cuckboy, you know how a guy's cock has that little mouth in the head."

"Yes ma'am."

When I'm with a guy who has a bigger cock, especially a cock like Clayt's, a cock with a big head; I like to close my eyes, wrap my hands around his stiff shaft and kiss that beautiful head. Artie I like to make out with the magnificent creature my stud keeps tethered between his legs."

"A creature tethered between his legs? You make it sound like a cock is a living thing, an independent entity."

"My mom, my sister and I all feel the same way. We love cocks and I guess sometimes we do view them as living things."

"You have a passion for cocks."

"All three of us share that passion."

Earlier you told me that for you sucking a cock is exciting."

"Very exciting, Artie for all three of us cocks are alluring, almost bewitching."

"Did you make out with Mr. Taylor's cock tonight?"

"I did."

"Did he enjoy it?"

"Yes, and so did I."

Jackie squeezed my penis again. "You're really hard cuckboy. You must enjoy hearing about me sucking other men."

Taking a deep breath, I answered; "Yes, I do."

"I would think that knowing I haven't been giving you that pleasure would make it difficult for you to hear about me doing it for other men."

"It does ma'am."

"But you still enjoy hearing about it."

"Yes ma'am."

"Even if it causes you pain."

"Yes."

"You enjoy pain, don't you cuckboy."

"Yes." My voice was raspy with excitement.

Still holding on to my penis, Jackie reached over with her free hand, grabbed my nipple between her thumb and her forefinger and gave it a vicious twist.

I yelped.

Giggling, Jackie said; "And I love inflicting it on you."

Trying to maintain my composure, I took a deep breath and then I quietly said; "Thank you ma'am."

"You're very welcome. Believe me, the pleasure was all mine." Jackie smiled. "That's the way it should be, isn't it cuckie."

"Yes ma'am."

"Want to hear what Clayt and I did next?"

"Yes please."

Leaning over, Jackie whispered in my ear; "While I was making out with Clayt's cock I started thinking about how much I wanted to feel that big head pushing into my pussy. I wanted Clayt to fuck me cuckboy. I wanted him to pin me to the bed, climb on top of me and push his huge dick into my hot wet cunt."

Jackie squeezed my penis, my very erect penis. "What do you think about that cuckboy? Does that get you hot too?"

"Yes, yes it does."

"Lie back."

I complied with Jackie's command without question. She straddled me again. This time she was facing my head rather than my feet. Moving up so that her cunt was directly over my face, she said; "I got a condom from my purse. It was a magnum. Clayt needs a magnum. A regular sized condom would never fit on a cock as thick as his."

I nodded. 

"Look at my cunt cuckboy. Tonight another man fucked me. Actually he fucked me two times. Yes, Clayt came three times tonight. I sucked him off and then he fucked me twice. The second time he fucked me he lasted for over a half hour."

Jackie laughed. "A half hour cuckboy, do you think you could fuck a woman for a half hour?"

Shaking my head, I said; "No ma'am, I'd cum almost immediately. That's why you need to party with men like Mr. Taylor."

Jackie smiled. "I'm glad you understand that cuckie."

I nodded.

Jackie said; "The first time Clayt fucked me he was on top. That's my favorite position. I don't really know why. Well maybe I do. When a guys on top he's in control. He's doing the fucking and I love to be fucked."

"Did Mr. Taylor's big cock head feel good inside you?"

"I love having a husband who wants to know if another man's cock felt good in my cunt." Jackie was giggling.

I smiled up at her.

Jackie stopped giggling and stared down at me. Lewdly licking her lips, she said; "It felt wonderful cuckboy. Clayt has a magnificent cock and he knows exactly what to do with it."

"He was good."

"Clayt was very good. The first time, when he was on top, I came twice. The second time he wanted me on top so I rode him cowgirl. After about twenty minutes he rolled me off of him, pulled me up to my hands and knees and finished me doggie style. I love doggie because I can rub my clit while I'm getting fucked."

"Did you cum again?"

"Oh yes, I came once while I was riding Clayt and I came again while he was fucking me doggie. By the time Clayt got off the second time I was spent."

"You had a good time."

"Cuckboy I had a wonderful time."

"I'm glad."

"Are you Artie, are you really?"

"Yes."

Jackie grinned down at me. "Would you like to kiss my pussy?"

"Yes please."

"Are you sure? Another man just fucked me twice. I'm not messy down there, he wore a condom; but his cock was inside of me for almost an hour."

"Even if you were messy with Mr. Taylor's cum I would still love to kiss and lick your pussy."

"That's good cuckboy. That's the way it should be." Jackie slowly lowered her cunt to my face. "Go ahead, kiss me. Another man just finished fucking my cunt and now you get to kiss it and lick it."

I kissed Jackie's cunt lips and then I pushed my tongue into her and licked her. She was aroused, slippery with her own moisture. I closed my eyes and tasted her. 

Jackie ground her dripping cunt into my face and growled, "Eat me cuckboy. Eat my just fucked cunt." 

I responded by kissing and tongue fucking Jackie. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her pressed tightly to my face while I made love to her with my mouth. 

Suddenly Jackie arched her back and screamed. Her orgasm was volcanic, but that didn't deter her. The entire time she was cumming she continued grinding her cunt into my face. As Jackie came her moisture gushed onto my lips, my mouth, my nose and my cheeks. I loved it. I reveled in it. I cherished it. Jackie was my goddess. Her cum was my nectar. 

Jackie came again. I was amazed. Even in the fog of my own arousal I was still able to realize that I'd never before been able to make her cum twice in succession. Knowing that earlier that evening she'd had at least four orgasms with Mr. Taylor made it even more amazing. My wife truly was a sexual lioness and knowing that made me love her even more.

The second orgasm took its toll on Jackie. As its intensity diminished her movement began to slow. Finally, she stopped grinding her cunt into my face and leaned forward bracing herself on the headboard of what had once been our bed, but was now solely hers. For a moment Jackie stayed perfectly still and then she rolled off of my face and collapsed next to me with her eyes closed.

I waited silently, my face glistening with the moisture of Jackie's two orgasms. My penis was still erect, my loins were still on fire from my own unsatisfied lust; but I lay still. I didn't want to disturb my goddess's post orgasmic bliss.

Several minutes passed. I waited patiently. Finally I saw my goddess stir. Jackie's eyes opened. She looked at me and smiled.

I smiled back.

Her smile turned into a grin and then she sat up, leaned over and kissed me. It was a passionate kiss laden with love.

I kissed her back.

She giggled. "Your face is covered with my cum."

"You had a good time tonight."

Laughing, Jackie said; "A good time? Artie honey this was a fucking amazing night."

"Mr. Taylor was an outstanding playmate."

"Sweetheart, Clayt was just a good fuck. You were the reason it was an amazing evening. I never realized that sex could be that much fun and believe me, that's saying a lot. I love sex."

Not certain about how to respond, I just smiled at Jackie.

She shook her head. "My mother and her friends have always maintained that the mind is the most important sex organ. I've never doubted that; I mean, I love imaginative sex, but until tonight I never realized just how mind blowing it could be. Artie you were incredible. While you were eating me I came twice back to back. That almost never happens to me."

Smiling, I said; "I know."

"Artie, even when I'm with a really hot guy, that doesn't happen."

Jackie stopped. Realizing what she'd just said, she shook her head and tried to correct herself. "Artie, I'm sorry, that came out wrong. You're a really hot guy. You're my hottest guy. What I meant to say was that even when I'm with a guy who has a big cock and knows how to use it, that doesn't happen."

"It's okay, I understand what you meant."

"Do you?"

"Yes."

"Thank you sweetheart."

I smiled at Jackie.

She started to smile back, but then she noticed my erect penis. "Artie honey, you haven't cum yet!"

I shook my head.

Sighing, Jackie said; "I'm sorry, I really can be a self-centered bitch."

"You're a superior, that's your prerogative."

"A superior?"

"It's a term they use in several of my favorite stories."

"Artie, are we still playing?"

"Is there any reason we should stop?"

"I love you; I want you to be happy."

"Ms. Jacqueline, a few minutes ago you told me that you had an amazing evening."

"I did and it was because of you."

"It was amazing for me too."

"But you haven't cum yet."

"No I haven't and I would like to do that before we go to sleep."

"Of course, I want that too. Sweetheart I would love to suck your cock or you could fuck me, that would be fun too." Jackie paused, after a moment she added; "Although after Clayt's big cock I might be a little loose for you tonight." 

Jackie stopped herself again. Slowly shaking her head, she said; "Artie I'm sorry. Right now everything I say seems to come out wrong."

Deciding it was time for a serious intervention, I said; "Time out."

Jackie stared at me. "Artie, you really do want to keep playing, don't you."

"I hope that we're going to always be playing."

"You mean?"

"Jackie, last night you proposed that this shouldn't be a game; but rather a life style for us. At that time everything was happening too quickly for me and I balked."

"I know. I pushed you too hard."

"Since then a lot has happened. You and I have talked. I talked with your mom and Nattie. I watched you meet Mr. Taylor in the bar and then after playing with him you came home and you still loved me." 

"I do love you. I always will."

"I know that and I'm not scared anymore. Jackie this feels so right. Yes, I'm sure most people would think it's weird, but we're not most people."

"No we're not."

"Jackie, you're a superior and I'm a submissive. I want to serve you. I was born to serve you. I don't want this to be a game; I want it to be our life."

"People will find out."

"Yes and as long as we shield the girls from it that will be okay."

"I like being in control."

"I know you do and I enjoy serving you."

"Do you Artie, do you really."

"Yes, I do."

"That's hard for me to understand."

"Of course it is. You're a superior. I'm a submissive. We view the world from different perspectives. I'm certain it's very difficult for you to accept or even understand that I might actually want this."

"But you're telling me you do want it."

"Yes, very much."

"Artie, I love you. Sometimes I'm going to want us to make love like a husband and wife. There are going to be times when I want you to enjoy my body like other men enjoy it."

"And I'll look forward to those times too, but they should be special occasions."

"You're really offering to serve me for the rest of our lives?"

"Yes I am."

"Artie this isn't a game."

"Do you promise to love me, cherish me, take care of me and watch over me?"

"Of course I do."

"I promise to love you, cherish you, serve you, honor you and obey you."

"I promise to honor you too."

"Unless we're playing games and you're taunting me."

Jackie chuckled, but then she paused. After thinking for a moment, she said; "Artie, I want to make sure I understand exactly what you're proposing. I'm going to be your superior and you're going to be my servant. I'll rule our household and live a life that pleases me."

"And I'll serve and obey you and live a life that pleases you."

"You're okay with that?"

"I want that. Serving you is my ambition. I'm beginning to understand that it's always been my ambition."

"I do promise to love you, cherish you and take care of you." Giggling, Jackie added; "Unless we're playing games and then I get to be as nasty as I want."

"I want that too."

"Artie, it might be hard to separate those games from real life."

"Are you afraid that you'll start being nasty to me all the time?"

"I don't know, maybe."

"I don't believe you're capable of that, but if it does happen we'll call time out and talk about it."

"Do you really think we can make this work?"

"In many ways I think we've been making it work for the past eight years."

Jackie nodded. "You've always taken care of the household and kids. I've become the primary earner for the family and I now make almost all of the financial decisions."




Jackie and Artie Ch. 07



"All we're really doing is recognizing and accepting the life we've already been living."

Smiling, Jackie said; "Artie honey, a minute ago you said that this just feels right to you. Are you sure about that? I want to know, because it does feel right to me. It feels so very right."

"Yes it feels right to me and I'm glad it feels that way to you too."

"It does, Artie I want to do this."

"I do too."

Jackie sat up. "Artie, get down on your knees on the floor."

Understanding exactly what Jackie had in mind. I slipped to the floor and kneeled at the foot of the bed.

Jackie moved so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Once she was settled she looked down at me and said; "You belong to me now."

Nodding, I said; "Yes I do."

"You've already pledged to obey and faithfully serve me for the rest of our lives."

"Yes I have."

"And I've pledged to care for you for the rest of our lives."

"You have."

"And we've both pledged to honor and love each other for the rest of our lives."

"Grinning up at Jackie, I said; "Yes we have."

Jackie extended her right foot. "As a symbol of your obedience, kiss my toes."

I cradled Jackie's foot in my hands and reverently kissed each of her toes. When I was finished I looked up at her and said; "I am your loyal servant."

Smiling, Jackie answered; "And I'm your benevolent mistress." She reached down, took hold of my arm and pulled me to my feet. "You may rejoin me on my bed."

As I climbed back onto Jackie's bed every nerve in my body was tingling with excitement. 

As soon as I was kneeling next to her Jackie said; "You've been a very good little boy tonight. You deserve a reward. Would you like to cum?"

"Yes ma'am. I'd like that very much."

"Before you do that, I think it would be appropriate for you to express your gratitude to me."

"Of course Ms. Jacqueline; anything, anything at all."

Jackie rolled over onto her stomach. "Kiss my ass cuckboy."

While I'd been licking Jackie's ass since well before we were married, that evening we both knew it was going to be different. In the past it had always been unstated. It was simply something we did. Of course the fact that Jackie had never licked my ass should have spoken volumes. Since neither of us had chosen to acknowledge that detail it had been overlooked; until that night. 

That night we both understood the significance of Jackie's instruction.

My naked wife lay on her stomach, her head resting on the backs of her hands. As I crawled between her parted thighs preparing to abase myself for her pleasure, Jackie whispered; "Cuckboy, I want this, I want this so badly."

"I want it too Ms. Jacqueline."

"Do you cuckboy?"

"Yes."

"Tell me why."

"I'm declaring my obedience."

"Is that all?"

"No."

"What else?"

"I'm acknowledging your superiority."

"Yes Artie, yes you are."

I spread Jackie's cheeks, exposing her tiny rosebud. For a moment there was nothing but silence. Neither of us moved neither of us spoke; both of us understood the significance of the moment. 

I leaned forward. As I pressed my lips to Jackie's anus, she whispered; "Oh yes."

Closing my eyes, I kissed her.

In a hushed voice, Jackie said; "Yes cuckboy, that's what I want. Kiss my ass; show me that you belong to me. Show me that you'll do anything for me."

Unbelievably excited, I pushed my tongue into Jackie's asshole and French kissed her.

Giggling, Jackie said; "Artie, you've done this to me at least five hundred times, but it's never felt as good as it does tonight."

I wrapped my arms around Jackie's hips, buried my face between her cheeks and tried to push my tongue even deeper into her asshole.

Jackie cooed, "This is unbelievable."

Keeping her face resting on the mattress, Jackie moved up to her knees. This provided me with even greater access to her. I licked the entire length of the crevasse between her parted cheeks and then I pushed my tongue back into her anus again.

Reaching back with her right hand, Jackie massaged her clitoris. I sensed her excitement building. Closing my eyes, I made love to her rear. Jackie was my goddess; I relished this opportunity to worship her.

I felt the intense movement of Jackie's fingers on her clit. She was rubbing herself with a frenzy I'd never before seen. Her excitement fed my excitement. MY little cock was sticking straight out. I tried to push my tongue even deeper into her ass.

I thought about this woman whose ass I was licking. Jackie was a sexual lioness, but she was so much more. At Kelroy, Jackie had been elected to Phi Beta Kappa and graduated Magna Cum Laude. She was first in her law school class and after graduation she went to work for our cities most prestigious law firm. At the previous year's holiday party several of her coworkers told me that she was on a fast track to a full partnership. My wife was a very special person and I was fortunate to be able to serve her. 

Thoughts of Jackie's evening with Mr. Taylor flashed through my mind. Of course she was going to enjoy the pleasures offered by a variety of men. Jackie was a superior. The freedom to fully enjoy all of the pleasures of life was a right that should be accorded to people of her station.

So was having a servant and I now understood that I was born to serve Jackie. As I licked my wife's ass I thought about how fortunate it had been that we'd found each other.

Suddenly I felt the muscles in Jackie's loins tighten. She gasped and then she arched her back and cried out, "Oh yes!" I sat up and waited patiently while my wife enjoyed her seventh orgasm of the evening. 

Gradually the waves of pleasure subsided and Jackie collapsed on her bed, spent. I continued to wait. I was Jackie's servant. Disturbing her serenity wasn't an option for me. Several minutes passed. Finally Jackie rolled over and sat up. Looking at me, she smiled and said; "Artie, that was incredible. Having seven orgasms in one night is almost unheard of for me."

"Has it happened before?"

"Only a couple of times."

"Those must have been amazing evenings."

"They were, but not as amazing as this one."

"Will you tell me about them?"

"Of course I will but not tonight. It's getting late and you still haven't cum."

Incredibly aroused and overwhelmed with feelings of submissive masochism, I said; "Ms. Jacqueline, you've had a long, exciting day. You must be exhausted. I'm your servant; you don't need to worry about me."

"Don't you want to cum?"

"Yes, but I don't want to burden you. If you give me permission, I'll go to my room and take care of myself."

Jackie smiled. "You're still playing, aren't you Artie."

"I guess so, but..." I hesitated.

"But what Artie?"

"Ms. Jacqueline, I really do want to be your servant. I want this to be the way we live."

"I want that too Artie, but I don't want to live in separate bedrooms. I want you to sleep here in my room with me."

Bowing politely, I said; "Thank you Ms. Jacqueline. That's very benevolent of you. I would prefer that too."

Jackie stared at me. After a moment she said; "You really do want to live as my servant, don't you Artie."

"Yes Ms. Jacqueline I do."

"I'm sorry, I know you've told me that several times tonight, but it's kind of hard for me to believe it."

Suddenly feeling ashamed, I hung my head.

Jackie understood immediately. "Artie, I wasn't judging you." She smiled. "Actually I want it every bit as much as you do. It's just that it's hard for me to understand how you could want it."

"We're different."

"I know, we've talked about that."

"You may just have to trust that this is what I want."

"You're sure."

"Jacqueline, this was the most sexually exciting night of my life."

Jackie grinned. "It was for me too and I'm not talking about Clayt. He was fun but the really memorable part of the night was with you after I got home."

"For the past several years I've secretly fantasized about being your cuckold."

"Isn't it ironic that during all that time you really were my cuckold?"

"It is and it's a classic example of how our inhibitions, our insecurities and bad communication can cheat us. Jacqueline, I don't want to be cheated anymore. Tonight I became your willing cuckold and I hope your servant for life. I don't want to give that up."

"You don't have to give it up."

I smiled at Jackie.

She looked at me and asked; "Artie honey, are you sure?"

"I'm very sure."

"Okay." Jackie grinned. "This is going to be fun." 

"I hope so."

"If I go too far will you tell me?"

"I'll call time out."

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

"All right, here goes." Jackie took a deep breath and said; "Cuckboy, it's time for you to cum. I could send you away and make you do it in private, but tonight it would please me to watch. As your mistress I believe that is my prerogative."

"Yes Ms. Jacqueline, of course it is."

"Sit at the end of the bed facing me."

"Yes ma'am."

I quickly moved into position. Once I was settled I looked at Jackie and waited. My tiny penis was sticking straight up."

"You may begin."

Suddenly struck by the utter humiliation of what I was about to do. I hesitated.

Recognizing my distress Jackie moved so that she was sitting next to me. She reached over, encircled my erect penis with her thumb and forefinger and slowly began stroking me. "Tonight I went to a hotel room with a man I just met. I sucked his cock and let him fuck me twice. You're my husband, the love of my life and my loyal servant. This is the least I can do for you."

"Thank you." It was lame, but it was the only response I could muster.

I closed my eyes. My wife's fingers felt wonderful. 

Jackie silently stroked me, when she felt me relaxing she leaned over and whispered, "Can I tease you a little bit?"

I whispered back, "Yes please."

"It excites me when you say please."

"It excites me too." Jackie's ministration was rebuilding my confidence and my lust."

Sensing this, Jackie reached over with her free hand, picked up my hand and placed it on top of her fingers, the fingers that were stroking me. My hand was in between both of her hands, stroking my cock.

She whispered to me, if you'll masturbate for me, I'll masturbate for you."

I nodded, "Okay."

"Keep stroking your cock. Will you do that for me?"

"Yes, I will."

Jackie disengaged her hands and placed my hand back on my cock. For a moment she held it there, slowly moving it up and down and then she released me. "Keep stroking yourself Artie."

"Yes ma'am."

Jackie repositioned herself so that she was once again seated at the head of the bed facing me. She spread her legs, exposing her naked shaved pussy. "Watch me Artie, watch me masturbate."

Jackie placed two fingers in the moist cleft of her pussy and began rubbing herself. 

I stroked my cock and watched.

"Do you like that Artie? Do you like watching me rub my cunt?"

"Yes, very much."

"I like watching you too. Tonight I'd like to just watch you. Can I do that Artie?"

"Yes, of course."

"Good," Jackie pulled her fingers away from her glistening cunt, but she kept her legs spread.

"Keep stroking yourself Artie. I want to watch."

"I will."

"Can I tease you a little bit while I watch you jack off?"

"Yes please."

"I really do like it when you say please."

I smiled.

Jackie reached over, took two tissues out of the box on the night stand next to her side of the bed and handed them to me. "Here Artie, when you cum you can use these."

"Yes ma'am."

"Men like Clayt and Ron get to cum in my mouth or my pussy or on my tits; but you're a little cuckboy, so you have to use tissues. You understand that, don't you Artie?"

"Yes ma'am, I do."

"Keep stroking your little peepee for me."

"Yes ma'am."

Jackie watched me for a moment and then she said; "We have to do something about that pubic hair. It just isn't right. In fact tomorrow evening all your body hair has to go. Body hair is sexy for men like Clayt and Ron; little cuckboys like you should be smooth and clean."

"I understand." I was vigorously pumping my little penis. My voice was raspy with building excitement. I wasn't surprised. I'd been on a sexual edge since Connie had called me after school that afternoon. Earlier, when I was licking Jackie's ass I nearly came without any contact at all."

"It sounds like you're about to cum any second now. Of course that shouldn't be a surprise. You always have been a minute man. Laughing, Jackie said; "I guess that really should be minute boy, shouldn't it tiny dick."

Jackie studied me carefully. It was clear that she was still a little uneasy about taunting me.

I kept pumping my penis.

Jackie smiled and said; "Don't forget to use your tissue paper pussy. We don't want you to make a mess on my sheets, do we?"

Quickly shaking my head, I said; "No ma'am."

"Oh you are getting close, aren't you? Come on cuckboy, pump your little pecker for me. Make it spurt."

I felt the familiar preorgasmic tension building in my loins. I wrapped the tissues around the head of my penis, held them in place with my hand and masturbated myself with them. I noticed that my wife was watching with rapt attention.

The tension in my loins continued to build. Suddenly my first spurt of semen erupted into the tissues with a burst of intense pleasure. Carefully keeping the head of my penis wrapped in its cocoon of tissue, I continued pumping myself. Several more spurts of semen followed the first, but each one came with diminishing intensity until they finally ceased. Knowing that there would still be a dribble of cum I kept the tissues in place.

Recognizing that I was finished, Jackie said; "Wow that was fascinating. I've never watched a guy jack off before. I've done it for guys lots of times, but this is the first time I've ever seen a guy do it himself. You're really good at it."

My face flushed.

Jackie's smile suddenly turned into a frown. 

I asked, "What's the matter?"

"Artie I'm sorry, I've been a lousy wife. I've neglected you and made you practice that skill. I should have been sucking you off every night"

"It's okay, that's all in the past." I smiled at Jackie. "And believe me; I perfected that particular skill long before I met you."

Jackie giggled. "While my method had to be different than yours; I perfected that particular skill a long time ago too."

I grinned at Jackie.

She said, "Maybe some night we could do it together. You know, watch each other."

"I'd like that."

Moving so she was next to me, Jackie kissed me on the lips and whispered; "I love you Artie."

"I love you too Jacqueline."

"Go flush your tissues. It's time for us to go to sleep."

When I returned from the bathroom Jackie had the covers pulled up around her. The covers on what had been my side of the bed were neatly folded down. It was clearly an invitation. Still before getting into bed I politely asked, "Ms. Jacqueline, may I join you tonight?"

Jackie smiled. "Please do."

I slipped into bed next to her and pulled my covers up. As soon as I was settled Jackie scooted over so she was next to me. I extended my arm and she cuddled into my shoulder.

"I don't ever want to stop cuddling with you Artie."

"I like it too Jacqueline."

"Are you okay? I mean, was tonight okay?"

"I had a wonderful time."

"Even when I was with Clayt?"

"Even then."

"I'm glad. I had a wonderful time too."

There was a moment of silence and then Jackie said; "Artie."

"Yes."

"Earlier you said you wanted to make this our real life style, not just a game. Did you mean that?"

"Yes I did."

"When Ron comes over for our date on Saturday afternoon I want you to be my servant and I want him to know it."

I'd been expecting this and I'd already decided that I wanted to try it, but I still had concerns. "If he gets abusive or even makes demeaning comments to me I'm not sure I'll be able to handle it."

"I know. I think I can control him. If it turns out that I can't I'll make him leave."

"What if he refuses to leave?"

"That's easy, I'll threaten to call his wife and tell her everything. Artie, we don't have anything to hide. Ron is the only one who has to be afraid that his wife will find out about our parties."

"That's a good idea."

"I'll also tell Ron that if he's in the least bit impolite towards you, I'll make him leave and I'll never party with him again."

"Are you willing to carry that threat out?"

"You mean, would I hesitate to cut things off with Ron? Hell no. Married men who want a little regular action on the side are easy to find. Now I just have to add two additional requirements for my long term playmates."

"What are they?"

"They have to be polite to my little cuckie husband and once in a while they have to be willing to let him watch."

I gasped.

Jackie giggled. "I gather the idea appeals to you."

"Yes."

"I won't let you watch all the time. I think having you there might be a little bit distracting for both my playmate and me; but once in a while it would be fun, especially if you'd enjoy it too."

"I understand. Yes, I would enjoy it."

"Remember, I don't make Ron wear a condom."

"I remember."

"You know what that means."

"Yes, I think I do. Saturday I'll have clean up duties."

"That's right, will you do it?"

"Yes."

"While Ron watches?"

I also suspected this was coming. While Part of me was horrified by the humiliation I would suffer, another part of me was unbelievably excited about it. Again I asked, "Can you control Ron?"

"Damn right I can."

Taking a deep breath, I said; "All right, I'll do it."

Jackie grinned. "Artie, that's wonderful. Saturday is going to be so much fun. I can't wait."

"I think it will be fun too, but I have to admit that I'm a little nervous about it."

"The first time a hot wife entertains her current boyfriend at home her little cuckie husband should be nervous."

We both laughed. Jackie sat up, kissed my cheek and then she lay back down. "Good night Artie, I love you."

"I love you too Jacqueline."

I lay quietly, trying to fall asleep. I couldn't, there was a question that had been nagging me all evening. Finally I Realized that if I was going to have any chance at all to get some rest that night, I had to have at least a brief answer. I rolled over and said; "Ms. Jacqueline, I have something I need to ask you."

"It's late Artie, can't it wait until morning?"

"No I don't think it can."

Rolling over so that she was facing me, Jackie said; "You're wondering about the necklace I was wearing tonight. You mentioned it earlier. That's what's on your mind, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"I thought so. I'm sorry; I should have taken the time to tell you about it earlier. It's been an exciting evening. I just forgot. I wasn't trying to hide it from you. In fact I deliberately wore the necklace tonight so that you would see it. I intended to tell you about it, I really did."

"I believe you."

"Thanks, you know what my sister does for a living."

"Yes, she's some kind of investment counselor."

"That's true, but she's a special kind of investment counselor. She only takes extremely wealthy clients and she specializes in interesting investments."

"Interesting investments?"

"Wealthy people almost always have efficiently managed investment portfolios. They have all the high dividend yielding blue chip stocks they need. When they make new investments, they're looking for something that's going to pique their interest. Maybe a Broadway play, a new restaurant in Greenwich Village or a motion picture."

"Those are all risky investments."

"Yes they are, but we're talking about a group of clients who can afford to take an occasional loss. The thrill they get from being associated with a new four star New York City restaurant more than offsets the unpleasantness of a minor financial loss. Also, they aren't always losses, sometimes there are fabulous profits. A Broadway hit can earn its backers a fortune."




Jackie and Artie Ch. 07



"And Natalie arranges those kinds of investments."

"Yes, she acts as a middle man."

"So what has this got to do with your necklace?"

"A little over a year ago Lionel Breckenridge came here to see Nattie."

"Who's Lionel Breckenridge?"

"He's a Hollywood producer. You may not have heard of him, but you've heard of the movies he produces. His last four films have all received Academy Award nominations for best picture of the year."

"All right, he's a Hollywood big shot."

Jackie laughed, "That's right. Anyway Nattie and Lionel are close business acquaintances. Nattie's clients are eager to invest in his films and Lionel is eager to take their money."

"I see."

"When Lionel came to town last year he and Nattie threw a party at the Kensington Grill for Nattie's investors. Lionel needed a date for the party and I was his date."

"And he gave you the necklace for being his date? That's a generous gift."

"Artie honey, that necklace is worth almost eight thousand dollars. Lionel's generous, but he's not that generous."

"So why did he give you the necklace?"

"Actually Lionel didn't give me the necklace."

"So why are you telling me about him?"

"Let me tell you the story, it will all become clear."

"Okay."

"After the party Lionel, Nattie and I all went back to Nattie's town house, where we had a little private party for Lionel." 

"I thought you and Nattie never had sex together."

"We don't. Lionel has some rather sophisticated sexual tastes. He's a voyeur, he likes to watch. Two black guys, Richie and Marcus joined us there. They belong to my mom's sex club. They're bisexual."

"I see."

"Artie, last night I told you that I've done some things that would shock you. This is one of them. Richie, Marcus and I put on a show for Lionel. Nattie was there two, but she was entertaining Lionel."

I slowly nodded.

Jackie watched me. After a moment she asked; "Artie, do you hate me?"

Shaking my head, I said; "No, not at all. That seems pretty harmless to me."

"Thank you Artie. I've done similar shows at my mom's sex club. So has Nattie and so has my mom."

"I thought the three of you never had sex in the same room."

"We don't, not when we're each with a partner. These are shows. Shows have boundaries. There are the participants and there is an audience. The audience never gets involved with the participants."

"Okay, I guess that makes sense. So how does the necklace fit into all of this?"

"Lionel loved the show and he was rather taken with me. Two weeks after that party Lionel called Nattie and explained that he was meeting a major investor at the investor's mansion on Cape Cod. He asked Nattie to ask me if I might be willing to join him there. He explained that the investor and his wife had some very sophisticated sexual tastes. He'd told them about me, including the fact that I was a successful attorney. That intrigued them."

"I gather you agreed to go."

"Artie, I did. I wanted to help Nattie, I like Lionel and I was as curious about the investors as they were about me."

"I see."

"Artie, this was one of those times that I lied to you and I'm so sorry about that. Remember when I had to go to that weekend legal conference in Boston last year?"

I smiled. "You really went to Cape Cod, didn't you?"

"Yes; Artie, I did. I'm sorry; I couldn't tell you the truth."

"I know. Your mother and I talked about the lies earlier today. I understand the dilemma you were in. Frankly, if you hadn't lied we might not still be together and that would be awful."

"Thank you Artie, I think it would be too."

"Okay, so tell me about Cape Cod."

"Artie, you understand that in this life style people are discreet."

"You mean I shouldn't talk about this in the faculty lounge at school."

Jackie laughed. "I guess that's sort of what I meant."

"Don't worry, I'll be discreet."

"The couple in Cape Cod are Donald and Michelle Kline. They're billionaires and they're also unbelievably kinky. They're heavily into the same lifestyle that we're just beginning; only they're in graduate school and we're still in the second grade."

"You're telling me that this Donald Kline is a submissive cuckold."

"That's right."

"And his wife is a dominant hot wife."

"Exactly."

"Wow. So why did they invite you to Cape Cod?"

"They wanted me to party with them and Lionel wanted to watch."

"What happened?"

"It was a fabulous afternoon and evening. They're mansion is on a cliff overlooking the Atlantic Ocean."

"It sounds wonderful."

"It was. Michelle, her friend Tammy, Lionel and I spent the afternoon lounging on the patio while Little Donny waited on us."

"The billionaire?"

"Yes, but he's also Michelle's slave."

"Damn."

"Later he served us a dinner that he'd prepared. Artie we drank several bottles of wine that were absolutely incredible."

"It sounds like it was an amazing day."

"It was. After dinner we retired to their library where Lionel and Tammy drank cognac and watched Michelle and I play on the couch while Donny kneeled at Tammy's feet."

"Is Michelle a lesbian?"

"No, both Michelle and her friend Tammy are women like my mother, my sister and me. We love sex in almost all of its variations."

"And that Lionel guy just wanted to watch?"

"Pretty much, Tammy jacked him off during the show. Nattie did the same thing while he was watching Richie, Marcus and me at Nattie's town house."

"A hand job was all he wanted?"

"Artie, are you being judgmental about other people's sexual inclinations."

Suddenly realizing the hypocrisy of my question, I shook my head and said; "No, I'm just new at all of this."

Jackie nodded. "It's okay, I understand. Just try to remember that you have to keep an open mind."

"I will." 

"Good."

Trying to sound sophisticated, I said; "The Klines sound like interesting people."

Laughing, Jackie said; "Listen to you, the Klines sound like interesting people. Artie, tell the truth. You're completely amazed by all of this, aren't you." 

I sheepishly answered; "Yes, that's true, but I am interested. I really do want to learn more about this lifestyle."

"I'm glad."

"I wish I could have met the Klines."

"Maybe you still can. They invited me to come back. All I'd have to do is call them. If I tell them about you I'm sure they'd be eager to meet you." Jackie stared at me. After a moment she added, "You do understand that you'd be going as my slave."

A little tingle of excitement rippled through me. Trying to maintain both my composure and my dignity, I took a quick breath and said; "Yes, of course."

Jackie smiled and then she asked; "Would you like me to do that?"

"I think I would, but let's wait a little while. As you just pointed out, we're still in the second grade. Let's try to at least get to junior high before we start trying to play with experts."

Jackie nodded. "I think that's a good idea."

"So what about the necklace?"

"Oh yes; a week after I got back a package was delivered to my office. When I opened the package I found the necklace along with a note that said, 'Thanks for a wonderful afternoon and evening.' It was signed, Michelle and Donny."

"You said the necklace was worth eight thousand dollars."

"About that; it was made in Amsterdam. The diamonds are all real."

"Wow."

"Artie are you mad at me?"

I shook my head. "No, not at all."

"If you are we can sell the necklace."

"Why would we do that? We don't need the money and it's a beautiful piece of jewelry."

"Thank you Artie. I really would like to keep it."

"My only concern is that someone might see it and try to rob you. You could get hurt in the process."

"I only wear it when I'm going to the Goldenrod. The businessmen there aren't going to rob me and the hotels are all within a block of the restaurant. The street is well lit and heavily patrolled by the police. The convention trade is important to the city. They don't want any crime."

"Okay."

"Thank you Artie. Do you have any more questions about the necklace?"

"No, now I understand how you got it. I was worried that it was a gift from some big cocked wealthy tycoon who was madly in love with you."

"Artie honey, I'm afraid you're stuck with me. I'm not going to leave you for money and I'm sure as hell not going to leave you for a bigger cock." 

Jackie paused for a moment and then she said, "I do have to admit that if a guy with a really hot pickup truck comes by you might be history."

I laughed. "I always suspected you had a soft spot for guys who drive big pickup trucks."

Grinning, Jackie asked; "Are you ready to go to sleep now?"

I knew Jackie was tired. I was tired too, but there was one more question I needed to ask before I could go to sleep.

"Ms. Jacqueline I'm sorry, but there is one more question I'd like to discuss with you."

"Artie it really is late. Can't it wait until morning?"

"I'm sorry Ms. Jacqueline, but it really can't."

"Okay, go ahead and ask."

"You enjoyed Mr. Taylor tonight, didn't you?"

"Yes Artie, I did. I already told you that."

"I know, I just wanted to reconfirm it."

"I did, can we go to sleep now?"

"Please bear with me for another minute."

Sighing, Jackie said; "Okay."

"You told me that he had a big thick cock and he knew how to use it."

"Yes that's exactly what I told you."

"Do you wish you could see him again?"

"Sure, He was fun. I'd love to party with him again, but I won't be able to do that. He's leaving town Friday afternoon."

"That means he'll still be here tomorrow evening."

"Artie, I'm going to spend tomorrow evening with you and the girls." Jackie paused. For a moment she was silent and then she sat up and looked at me. "Artie, do you want me to get together with Clayt tomorrow night?"

"Yes I do. If he was good I can't think of any reason you shouldn't try to enjoy him one more time before he leaves on Friday."

"What about you and the girls?"

"The girls will be fine. This won't be the first time you've been out two nights in a row. I'll be at home. I'll take care of them and make sure they have a nice evening. You'll be home Friday night and all weekend. That will give plenty of opportunities to spend time with the girls."

"Ron is coming over Saturday afternoon."

"Yes, but he'll leave before supper, won't he?"

"Of course."

"That means you'll be able to spend all of Saturday evening with the girls."

"What about you Artie? I want to spend some time with you too." Jackie smiled. "Especially some personal time."

"We'll have Friday night and all weekend too. The girls go to bed early. That will give us plenty of personal time. You also won't have to be out that late tomorrow night."

"What do you mean?"

"You already know Clayt. I'm sure you remember his room number. You can call him and set up a date. You won't have to waste time going to the Goldenrod."

"Are you're suggesting that I meet Clayt at his hotel room?"

"You told me that sometimes men you've met before will call you when they visit here again. Don't you meet them at their hotel room?"

"Yes, but Artie I don't want to push you too hard."

"You're not. We both want this lifestyle. Tonight I got to watch you meet a man in a bar who took you up to his hotel room for sex. That was unbelievably exciting for me. If you get together with Mr. Taylor tomorrow evening I'm going to have my first experience as a cuckold husband who has to stay home and take care of the children while his hot wife is out on a date with another man."

"And that will excite you?"

Sighing, I said; "Yes Ms. Jacqueline, it will."

"I'm sorry Artie. I know it embarrasses you when I ask questions like that. I have to do it. While I may be more sexually sophisticated than you are, this lifestyle is just as new to me as it is to you. Actually you know more about it than I do. You've been reading about it on the Internet for a couple of years. I was introduced to it yesterday."

"I know, it's just that when you ask me those questions I feel like you're judging me."

"I'm not Artie. My mom and Nattie aren't either. We also live a life that many people are eager to condemn. We're just as sensitive about being judged as you are. Our problem, which you so deftly expressed earlier, is that we view the world from different perspectives. My mom, Nattie and I are all dominants. We're not submissive. It's hard for us to understand some of the things that excite you."

I smiled. "It's going to take us time, a lot of honest communication and some serious effort before we're both completely comfortable with our new life."

"I think you're right, but I want to try. I think it will be worth it."

"I do too."

"All right, let's get back to the question of the moment. Do you really want me to get together with Clayt tomorrow night?"

"I do. Now that we've both made the decision to adopt this life I want to start experiencing it."

"You're sure?"

"I'm very sure."

"I would enjoy partying with Clayt again and I have an easy day tomorrow. If he's willing, I could meet him at his hotel room as early as six o'clock. We can have a good time and I'll still be home by 8:30 at the latest."

"You should do it. I want you to do it."

"All my date clothes are at my mom's. That means I won't be able to come home before my date. I'll have to go to my mom's instead."

"I'll like it when you have those clothes here. I would love to watch you get ready for a date."

"Would you really?"

"Oh yes."

"I think that would be pretty hot too." Jackie smiled at me for a moment and then she said; "Last chance to back out."

"I don't want to back out."

Grinning, Jackie said; "Okay, I'll call Clayt in the morning."

"Is there any way you could let me know if you do have a date? Maybe you could call your mom and I could call her during the day."

"You can call my mom, she'd love to talk to you; but I'll call your school and leave a message for you. I tell the office secretary to tell you that I have a date with a hot guy after work and I'll be a little late getting home."

I stared at Jackie in horror. 

She winked at me. "I'm just teasing you cuckboy. I'll tell them I have a late meeting."

Laughing, I said; "Actually the first idea is kind of hot, but I think it might make life a little too complicated."

Jackie nodded. "I agree, let's go with plan B."

"I like plan B."

"So it's decided, I'm going to try to get together with Clayt tomorrow after work and you're okay with that?"

"I'm definitely okay with that."

Giggling, Jackie said; "That gives me a little something extra to look forward to during my day tomorrow." She paused and looked at me. "I'm sorry, does it upset you if I say things like that."

"You mean telling me that the prospect of sex with a hot guy brightens your day? Maybe a little, but I'm a submissive masochist. A little taunting brightens my day."

"Artie, we really are going to have fun together." Jackie threw her arms around me and kissed me hard on the lips. We hugged each other for a moment and then she whispered, "Are you ready to go to sleep now."

"Yes, I really am. I'm tired."

"Me too. It's been an amazing day, but now it's time to end it."

I Pulled the covers up. 

Jackie cuddled up next to me and said; "Good night Cuckboy."

Grinning, I said; "Good night Ms. Jacqueline."

"My pussy tingles when you call me Ms. Jacqueline."

"I thought you were tired."

"I am tired, but I'm also a sex crazed slut."

"Go to sleep. You'll you have more fun with Mr. Taylor tomorrow if you're well rested."

"Mmmm, Clayt's cock, now there's something to dream about."

"Good night Ms. Jacqueline."

"Goodnight Cuckie." Jackie giggled. 

I did too.



Jackie and Artie Ch. 08



This is the eighth episode in a series entitled "Jackie and Artie". If you have not read the previous seven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Jackie and Artie" is a romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative lifestyle. If this subject matter offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

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Like most American high school teachers, I have a preparation period. Mine was the third hour of the day. As soon as my period two class was gone I cleared my desk and walked directly to the school office. All morning I'd been thinking about Jackie's possible date with Mr. Taylor that evening. I was eager to find out if she'd left me a message. I was dying to know if it was really going to happen.

As I entered the office Edie Raymond, the head secretary said; "Mr. Hammond your wife called. There's a message in your P.O. box."

My heart racing, I hurried to the mail room. There was a single folded yellow slip of paper in my mailbox. I took it out and opened it. The message was written in Edie's neat handwriting. 

"Mr. Hammond,

Your wife called. She has a business meeting tonight. She probably won't be home until 8:00 or 8:30.

She also asked you to call her mother.

E.R."

My breath caught. That night I was going to be a cuckold husband staying home and taking care of the kids while his hot wife played with another man.

I folded the note. As I put it in my pocket I thought to myself that this wasn't the first time this had happened. It was just the first time I knew about it.

I walked back to my empty classroom, locked the door, sat down at my desk, took out my cell phone and called Connie.

She picked up on the third ring. "Hi Cowboy." 

"Hello Ms. Constance."

"Ms. Constance, I like that. You're learning to be deferential with your superiors."

"Yes ma'am."

"I gather that you're in a place where you can talk freely."

"Yes ma'am. This is my prep period. I'm alone in my classroom. The door is locked."

"Cuckboy, I understand that you actually encouraged Jackie to meet Clayt again tonight."

"Yes Constance, I did. She enjoyed him last night. Since he's only going to be here for one more night I thought she should take advantage of the opportunity to enjoy him again."

"That was very thoughtful of you. You're a good husband. Your wife appreciates your consideration. Actually, she's excited. Jackie told me that Clayt has a beautiful big cock. She can't wait to play with it again. Cuckboy, you do understand that some men have cocks that women find particularly irresistible."

"Yes, ma'am, I do understand that."

"And Clayt is one of those men."

"Yes."

"Your wife loved sucking him."

"She told me that."

"How do you feel about that cuckboy?"

"I'm envious Ms. Constance."

There was a pause. After a moment Connie said; "Time out."

Unsure about how to respond, I waited.

Connie said, "Artie, Jackie told me about this new rule the two of you devised. I think it's a great idea. Can we talk for a minute?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Artie, during a timeout, you can call me Connie."

"Thank you Connie."

"Sweetheart, how are you doing?"

"Okay, I guess."

"I guess? That's a bit of a qualifier."

"The other men hurt a little bit, but I'm a masochist. That's also part of the fun."

"It's complicated, isn't it Artie."

"Yes Connie, it is."

"If it would help you, Jackie is very willing to take a break for a while. She loves you. Actually, she loves you so much that she's willing to try to give up the other men. While I'm not sure she can do that, she's willing to try."

"I don't want her to do that."

"Artie, are you sure? All three of us love you. We want you to be happy. Hell, if it will help, Nattie and I could take a break from other men too. Would you like that Artie? Would you enjoy being the center of attention for three women?"

I laughed. "Connie, while that sounds unbelievably exciting, I don't think it's necessary. This is the role I want. It might take me a little time to fully adapt to it, but I want to try."

"Okay, I just want to be sure that were not pushing you too hard. Jackie's worried about that; so am I and Nattie is too."

"Thanks for being concerned, but I think everything going fine."

"Good, that makes me happy. There was a pause and then Connie said; "Cuckboy, I understand that you have an assignment while Jackie is out tonight."

Realizing that Jackie had most likely told her mother everything we'd talked about the previous night, I quietly said; "Yes ma'am."

"Would you like some help? I have a date, but he's not picking me up until 8:00. I could call Phil and ask him to pick me up at your house."

"I ah..."

"Artie honey, you've been told to shave. Have you ever shaved your legs, your underarms or your pubic area? I shave those areas nearly every day. I can help you."

"But..."

"I can help you Artie. I can make this easier for you. You also told Jackie that you'd like to help her get ready for her dates. Have you ever assisted a woman who was preparing to meet a man?"

Sheepishly, I answered; "No."

"Of course not. Tonight you could help me prepare for my date with Phil. When it's time for you to do that for Jackie, a little experience might be helpful."

"I think I can handle the shaving part. I've watched Jackie shave her legs a number of times."

"I'll bet you have."

"Constance, can I tell you something funny." I wasn't sure if we were still on a time-out. It didn't matter. Frankly I enjoyed being deferential to Connie, Jackie and Nattie."

"Sure sweetheart, you can tell me anything."

"Now I realize that some of those times Jacqueline was shaving her legs for another man."

"I'm sure that's true."

"That excites me Constance."

There was a short pause and then Connie said; "Artie honey, you really are the perfect husband."

I smiled.

"Artie, please let me help you. I could at least watch the girls while you shave."

"That would make it easier."

"And I could show you how to help Jackie get ready for a date."

"That's true, but I'm not sure about this guy Phil picking you up at our house. I mean, what will the neighbors think?"

"Sweetie, I'm your unmarried mother. I'm not your wife. Your neighbors aren't going to care at all if a man picks me up at your house."

"Okay, but what about this Phil guy. How much does he know?"

"He knows everything. I've already told him."

"Connie!"

"Artie relax. Phil is a nice guy. He's part of our sex club. He's not judgmental. He loves fantasies. He knows several cuckolds. They're members of our sex club too. He enjoys learning about the sexual quirks that different people have and loves acting them out. Actually I think that might be his quirk."

"Constance, do you have a quirk"

Artie honey, Jackie, Nattie and I all have a huge quirk."

"What is it?"

"We love being sluts."

"Yeah, I guess I already knew about that one."

"And we're developing a new quirk."

"Tell me."

"Sexual domination."

My breath caught.

Laughing, Connie said; "That spins your dobber, doesn't it cowboy."

Quietly, I answered; "Yes Ms. Constance, it does."

"Good, because it makes my pussy drip." For a moment we were both silent and then Connie said; "Hey Cowboy, are you okay?"

"Yes Connie, I'm fine."

"I didn't offend you, did I?"

"No ma'am, I don't believe you could offend me."

"Would you like my help this evening?"

"That would be nice. Would you like to have dinner with the girls and me? We're having spaghetti."

"Dinner with the girls two nights in a row, I'll never pass up that opportunity."

"What time can you be here?"

"I get off work at 4:30. I'll need to stop at my house and pick up a few things. Jackie is coming to my house at 5:00 to get ready for her date with Clayt. She doesn't need my help. I can be at your house by 5:15."

"Great, I'll have dinner ready at 5:30. After dinner you can play with the girls while I shave."

"Can Phil pick me up at your house?"

"Yes Constance, he can." The reluctance in my voice was readily apparent.

Connie said; "Artie, don't worry; you can trust Phil. It will be fun." 

"Okay, I'll try."

"Artie, I have to go. I'll see you at 5:15."

"Bye Connie."

"Bye Artie." 

After I set my phone down I sat back in my desk chair and took a deep breath. My new life as a knowing cuckold was rapidly materializing. While it was exciting, it was also a little scary. That night my wife was going to meet a man in a hotel room for sex. Now another man, a man I'd never met, a man who would know what my wife was doing and also know that I knew it too; was coming to my house. It was going to be humiliating, but it was also going to be thrilling.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 10:25. My fourth hour students would be arriving in fifteen minutes. I still had one task to complete. I picked up my cell phone and punched in the number for the registrar's office at Kelroy College. I didn't need to look it up. I knew it. During my first two years at Kelroy I worked as a student assistant in the registrar's office. It was part of my financial aid package.

The phone rang. After a moment a voice said; "Kelroy College registrar's office." It was another student assistant.

I said, "Could I please speak with Gladys Martin?"

"May I please ask who's calling."

"Artie Hammond."

"Please hold."

Gladys Martin had been the head clerk in the registrar's office at Kelroy College for more than forty years. By now she had to be at least seventy.

"Artie Hammond, how are you?"

"I'm fine Gladys, how are you?"

"The students are still driving me crazy."

"Gladys, you love the students."

"Yes Artie, I do and that's why I can never retire."

"Gladys, I need a favor."

"I'll try."

"I'm trying to locate an ex Kelroy student. He didn't graduate. His name is Milton Craig. He was at Kelroy during the 1995 and 96 school years."

"Let me check the computer."

I waited. After about a minute Gladys said; "Yes, he was at Kelroy for a year and a half. He left after the fall semester of his sophomore year. The last address we have for him is in White Plains, New York. That was probably his parents address. I also have a telephone number."

Gladys gave me the address and telephone number. 

When I was finished writing them down she said; "Artie, we have a request for records from Renfro College in Baylor, Connecticut. He transferred. If the address and telephone number I gave you don't help, you might try calling them."

"Thanks Gladys."

"Artie, I hope you're not doing anything that might get me into trouble. I really shouldn't have released this information to you."

"Don't worry Gladys, this is purely social."

"I thought so, but I had to ask. Artie, are you still married?"

"I am Gladys."

"Good, I worry about you sometimes. Your wife was a wild one while she was here."

"I know Gladys. Don't worry, we're doing fine."

"I'm glad Artie. I always liked you. I want you to be happy."

"I always liked you too Gladys."

"Is there anything else I can do for you Artie?"

"No, you were a wonderful help. Thank you very much."

"Artie, I'd better get going. It's a madhouse around here. My student assistants are going crazy."

Laughing I said; "Things never change, do they Gladys."

"No Artie, they don't."

"Bye Gladys, thanks for your help."

"You're welcome Artie. It was nice to hear from you."

After Gladys hung up I shut off my cell phone, locked it in my desk drawer and hurried into the hallway where I stood next to my door. Third hour was about to end. During passing time I needed to help police the corridors.

I spent the rest of the day teaching, but as soon as my last class ended I opened my desk, took out my cell phone and called the telephone number Gladys had given me.

An elderly woman answered.

"Hello."

"Ma'am I'm looking for Milton Craig."

"Is there some sort of a problem?"

"No not at all. I'm a friend of his from Kelroy College." I lied, but it was a little white lie.

"What's your name?"

"Artie Hammond."

"Miltie has never mentioned you Artie. Were you close friends?"

"Not really, actually he was a friend of a friend of mine and I'm trying to locate him for her." Lying to this woman was difficult.

"A girl? Miltie doesn't have many female friends. He's kind of shy."

"Yes, I understand that. I have the same problem."

"Artie, you seem like a nice young man so I'm going to trust you. Miltie is my son. He doesn't live here anymore, but I can give you his cell phone number."

"Mrs. Craig, is that correct?"

"Yes Artie I am Mrs. Craig, but you can call me Mavis."

"Thank you Mavis."

"Do you have a pencil and paper?"

"Yes Mavis, I do."

After Mavis Craig gave me her son's cell phone number, she said; "Miltie is so shy, I really would love to see him have some female friends."

"Mavis, I know that my friend would very much like be his friend again."

"Oh Artie; I hope so, I really do." After I ended my call to Mavis Craig I set my cell phone on my desk, closed my eyes and took a moment to think. Finding Milton Craig was most likely going to be the easiest part of this task. I was quite certain that getting him to listen to me and then convincing him that Natalie really did want to make amends for the way she'd treated him a dozen years earlier was going to be much more difficult. 

Difficult or not, I knew I had to try. Taking a deep breath, I picked up my cell phone and punched in the number Mavis Craig had given me.

After two rings a man's voice said; "Milton Craig."

"Mr. Craig, my name is Arthur Hammond."

"What can I do for you Mr. Hammond?"

"I'm calling on behalf of a mutual friend. Actually she's my sister."

"Your sister? And exactly who is this mystery friend."

I took another deep breath and said; "Natalie Reid."

The silence was deafening, but Miltie didn't hang up. I took that as a positive sign.

After a moment he said; "Natalie Reid is no friend of mine." While his voice dripped with bitterness, he was still talking to me; another good sign.

"She would like to be your friend and she would like to apologize for the way she treated you while you were at Kelroy."

"Why? Natalie is a beautiful woman and way out of my league. She thinks I'm a pathetic wimp. She made that clear to me a long time ago."

"Mr. Craig, Natalie thinks you were a bright, kind, loving man."

"Mr. Hammond her treatment of me would suggest otherwise."

"The way she treated you has nothing to do with her opinion of you."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"Natalie is a sexually adventurous woman. So is her sister, Jacqueline. Jacqueline is my wife. Both of them enjoy sex in all of its variations."

"All right, Natalie enjoys sex and I gather you're telling me that your wife does too. What has that got to do with me? As I said earlier, Natalie is a beautiful woman. I'm sure she has lots of handsome men pursuing her. She doesn't need me."

"She is a beautiful woman and she does get all the dates she wants. So does my wife."

"Are you telling me that your wife dates other men?"

"Yes Mr. Craig, I am."

There was a moment of silence and then Miltie asked; "Why are you telling me this?"

"Have you ever encountered the cuckold web sites on the Internet?"

"Mr. Hammond, this conversation is taking an unsavory turn."

Sensing that I was losing Miltie, I said; "Mr. Craig, I am submissive to my dominant wife. She openly parties with other men and I obediently serve her. It's a lifestyle that we both love."

"Mr. Hammond, please! This is embarrassing."

Fully aware that Miltie was about to end our conversation, I made one last desperate attempt to communicate my message. "Mr. Craig when you think about that fateful evening years ago do you get excited?"

"That's enough! Good bye Mr. Hammond. Please don't try to contact me again." Miltie ended the call.

Sighing, I set my cell phone down on my desk. At least I could tell Natalie that I tried.

I turned my attention to the stack of essays on my desk. The assignment had been to discuss the first story in John Steinbeck's novel, "The Red Pony". I picked up the paper on the top of the stack and began to read.

I'd just finished reading the third paper in the stack when my cell phone rang. I picked it up and said; "Artie Hammond."

"Yes." It was Milton Craig.

"Yes?"

"Yes I have encountered the cuckold web sites on the Internet. I visit them all the time. They're my favorite sites."

I smiled. "Mine too."

"And yes, when I think about that night I do get excited. I fantasize about it all the time. Does your wife really date other men?"

"Yes she does. Last night she met a man in a bar who's here for a building trades show. They spent two hours together in his hotel room."

"And they, you know, did it?"

"Three times."

"And you're okay with that?"

"Yes, yes I am. Actually she's going to get together with him again tonight. It was my suggestion."

"Damn, do you ever get to watch?"

"Mr. Craig..."

"I think we've reached a point where you should start calling me Miltie. Can I call you Artie?"

"Yes Miltie, I'd like that."

"So Artie, do you get to watch?"

"Not yet."

"Not yet? I don't understand."

"Miltie I just learned about my wife's infidelity the day before yesterday."

"Now I really don't understand."

"I guess I knew; at Kelroy Jacqueline had the same reputation as her sister."

"Nattie did have a reputation for being easy. I guess that was one of the reasons I was so attracted to her."

"I think that was one of the reasons I was attracted to Jacqueline too."

"So how did you find out for sure?"

"I came home from work unexpectedly and found Jackie in bed with another man."

"And you were cool with that?"

"Not really. At first I was shocked, hurt and angry. I came close to leaving Jackie. I didn't. I couldn't. The thought of leaving the girls was unbearable."

"The girls? You have children?"

"Yes, two; Cassie is seven and Monica is six."

"Are you sure they're your..." Miltie stopped himself. "I'm sorry Artie, that's an inappropriate question."

"Miltie, it's okay. Yes I am sure they're mine. Jacqueline had their DNA tested."

"She was concerned?"

"I guess so."

"So why did you change your mind about leaving?"

"Jacqueline and I talked. She convinced me that she loves only me. The other men are just fun and games."

"And you accepted that?"

"I believe it's true. I've also been visiting cuckold web sites for several years. I mentioned earlier that I was aware of Jacqueline's reputation at Kelroy. I think subconsciously I've always known that she was partying with other men."

"Partying with other men, I like that."

"I think it's an accurate description of what Natalie and Jacqueline are doing."

"You call them Natalie and Jacqueline rather than Nattie and Jackie, why?"

"They're superiors. I'm a submissive. It's an expression of my respect for their dominant positions."

"Damn, have you always been submissive to Jacqueline?"

"Prior to this week it wasn't formally acknowledged by either of us, but Jacqueline has always been the dominant partner in our marriage. There's never been any doubt about that. She's a highly paid attorney. Her career has always comes first. I do all of the housework and take care of the children while she manages the household finances and makes all of the major decisions. I guess you could say that we've always had a wife led marriage. Now we're just defining our roles a little more strictly."

"And you're happy with that?"

"More than you can possibly imagine. I feel like I was born to serve Jacqueline."




Jackie and Artie Ch. 08



"What about your children? Do they know about this?"

"Absolutely not; children shouldn't be exposed to the sexual inclinations of their parents."

"What about Jacqueline and Natalie's mother? Is she aware of the true nature of your relationship?"

"Constance? Oh yes; she's every bit as sexually adventurous as her daughters."

"And your mom and dad? Do they know?"

"My mom and dad died in a car accident when I was five. I was raised by my Aunt. She doesn't know. She wouldn't understand."

"My mom would never be able to understand either."

There was a pause and then Miltie said; "A moment ago when I asked if you were ever allowed to watch you answered, not yet. Are you hoping to be able to watch?"

"Eventually, I'm going to have an opportunity this Saturday. I'm still not certain if I want to take advantage of it."

"Why not?"

"For the same reason you stormed out of Natalie's apartment that night."

"Admitting that you're a submissive masochistic wimp who gets off on watching other men play with his wife isn't easy."

"That's right; especially admitting it to other men."

Miltie said; "I hope I didn't offend you by saying that."

"No, that's okay. I'm coming to grips with it."

"I'm envious of you."

"You want to be a submissive masochistic wimp too?"

"I never thought I'd admit it to anyone; but yes, yes I do."

"I think it's easier to admit it when the other person shares that same desire."

"I agree."

"You know you do have a possible opportunity."

"You mean with Natalie?"

"She really does like you."

"That's hard to believe. At the end she was unbelievably mean and nasty to me."

"Natalie is a natural dominant. It's part of her basic character. I'm naturally subservient. It's part of my basic character. I gather it's also part of yours. Jacqueline and Constance are also natural dominants. I'm sure you were drawn to Natalie because of her dominant nature and she was drawn to you because of your submissive nature."

"Of course."

"As your relationship developed Natalie realized that she could control you and make you submit to indignities that the other young men she knew would never tolerate. Actually I'll bet that you not only tolerated it, you enjoyed it; at least at first."

"That's true. At first it was exciting, but then it got out of hand. She was mean."

"She was young. She enjoyed the power she had over you, but she didn't understand it. She didn't realize that she also had to make you feel loved and secure. Last night I sat in a downtown bar and watched my wife pick up a playmate for the evening."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Natalie was so concerned about how I might react to what I saw that she sat with me and held my hand the entire time Jacqueline was flirting with her date"

"She did that?"

"Yes, that was when she told me about you. She learned a lot from that experience and she feels terrible about what she did to you."

"I let her do it."

"I know, and I'm one of the few people who can understand why."

"I wish I could talk to her."

"I'm sure I could arrange that."

"Could you give me her telephone number? I'll call her."

"I think this first time it might be better if she called you. After all, she is the one who wants to apologize. She's also a dominant and you're a submissive. It doesn't seem appropriate for you to take the lead."

"Yes of course. Do you really think she might call me?"

"She will if I call her and tell her that you're hoping she'll contact you."

"Would you do that for me?"

"That was why I called you today."

"Of course it was." Miltie paused for a moment and then he said; "May I ask when you might call her?"

"Miltie I'm another submissive. You don't need to be deferential towards me."

"I'm sorry; it's kind of in my nature to be that way."

"I understand. I'll call her as soon as I'm done talking to you. If she doesn't answer her telephone or she can't call you right away I'll call you back and let you know what's happening."

"Thank you Artie, I really appreciate this."

"Miltie, it has been my pleasure."

"Artie, I'm a librarian. I don't make very much money. I'm afraid that might be a problem for Natalie."

"Miltie my friend, Natalie is a successful investment broker. Money is the least of her concerns. Besides, she's a dominant. She should make more money than you do."

"Artie, this is really exciting."

Miltie, I'm going to hang up now. Keep your telephone with you."

"I will Artie."

As soon as I ended the call to Miltie I dialed Natalie.

She answered after one ring. "Hi Artie, what a pleasant surprise." Her caller ID had obviously identified me. 

"Hi Natalie, did I catch you at a good time?"

"Sweetheart, for you it's always a good time. What's up?"

Deciding that there wasn't any reason to waste time I said; "I just finished talking to Milton Craig."

There was a moment of silence and then Nattie said; "Artie what did you just say?"

"I just finished talking to Milton Craig."

"Milton Craig? My Milton Craig?"

"Yes."

"How? Why?"

"As to how, remember I used to work in the registrar's office at Kelroy."

"Gladys Martin gave you his number, didn't she?"

"Actually, she gave me his mother's number. His mother gave me his number."

Nattie laughed. "Artie honey, you are amazing."

"As to why..."

"Never mind, I know why. You're the most wonderful brother in the entire world. Last night you actually listened to me. Artie, do you know how rare that is? These days almost no one listens to anything anyone else says."

"I do."

"I know and that's one of the eighteen billion reasons that Jackie, Connie and I are so madly in love with you."

"That's a lot of reasons."

"Don't be a wise guy. I own a whip."

"Really?"

"Damn right and if you're not nice to me I'll lend it to Jackie."

"Is that a promise?"

Nattie laughed. "That's right, you're a masochist. You'd enjoy a session with a whip; especially if Jackie was naked."

"Thigh high black leather boots would be nice too."

"Oh yes, they would add a little pizzazz. After every stroke of my whip I'd make you kiss the toes of my boots and beg for another lash."

"I thought Jackie was wielding the whip."

"Sorry, the situation got so exciting that I had to insert myself into it."

Grinning, I said; "Nattie, you do have an evil side." I'd deliberately called her Nattie.

Sighing, she said; "I know Artie and sometimes it scares me."

"You also have a wonderful loving side and as long as you never lose sight of that you'll be just fine."

"Are you sure Artie?"

"Yes Nattie, I'm positive."

"Artie I love you. Is that okay?"

"Of course it's okay. I love you too."

"Thank you Artie."

"For what?"

"For believing in me. Most people think I'm just a cold hearted bitch who likes to fuck."

"Those people don't know you very well."

"I do have an evil side."

"I know, but your loving side offsets it nicely."

"Will you help me remember that Artie?"

"I will, but I think Miltie Craig might like to apply for that job too."

"Do you really think so Artie? Before he left Kelroy he wouldn't even make eye contact with me."

He was hurt and angry. He was also mad at himself."

"Mad at himself? He didn't do anything wrong."

"He enjoyed what you were doing to him."

"I don't understand. If he was enjoying it, why did he get so angry?"

"Nattie, Miltie and I are both submissive masochists. Many people equate that with being a pathetic wimp."

"Artie you're not a pathetic wimp, neither is Miltie; but I think I understand. I'm a slut, society doesn't look kindly at me either."

"Realizing and then accepting the fact that you fall outside society's ridged norms can be difficult."

"Especially when you're young. Miltie and I met too soon. I didn't know how to control my sadistic side. Hell I didn't even understand it and Miltie wasn't yet ready to accept his submissive masochistic desires."

"I think that's probably a pretty accurate interpretation of what happened."

"Artie, I'm scared."

"Are you afraid that you still might not be able to control your sadistic side?"

"Yes, what if I hurt Miltie again. That would be awful."

"Jackie and I are struggling with that same issue. Pushing my limits is fun for both of us, but Jackie is afraid that she might go too far and hurt me or even worse, drive me away. I still haven't fully accepted my masochism, so there are times when I'm more sensitive than normal which makes me a little unpredictable."

"That's why you set up the time out rule."

"Yes, we both think good communication is our best safeguard."

"If I do get together with Miltie, will you help us?

"Of course I will. Jackie and Connie will too just like you and Connie are helping Jackie and me. We'll always be there for each other."

"Promise?"

"Yes I promise."

"Artie, you're the first man who's ever actually cared about me. My father, I guess he really wasn't my father, but I thought he was. Anyway, he made me stop using his name. I had to take my mom's name instead."

"That hurt, didn't it."

"I can't begin to describe how much it hurt."

"I think Miltie cared about you."

"I do too and I'm beginning to understand that's one of the reasons I was so mean to him."

"Were you afraid of getting hurt again?"

"I think I was." Nattie's voice was a barely audible whisper.

"Nattie, no matter what happens; Jackie, Connie and I will always love you."

"Thank you Artie, I believe you and you can't imagine how much that means to me."

"I think I can. My mom and dad were killed in a car accident when I was five. I thought my world had ended, but then my Aunt Edie stepped in and the first thing she did was make sure I knew that she loved me. Being loved is so important."

"But it's just as important to love. Artie, I want to be able to love."

"Daring to love is a risk. If you want to love you're going to have to risk getting hurt."

"If I fall on my face will you promise to help me get up again?"

"I told you that I'll always be there for you Nattie and I meant it. Connie and Jackie will be there to help you too. Call Miltie, he's waiting."

"Right now?"

"Is there ever going to be a better time?"

"No, you're right. I need to call him now."

"Call me and let me know how it went."

"Okay." There was a pause. After a moment Nattie said; "Artie."

"Yes."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now hang up and call Miltie."

Laughing, Nattie said; "Bye Artie, wish me luck."

"Bye Nattie, good luck."

As I switched off my cell phone I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 3:20, time to pick up the girls. After quickly locking the stack of student essays and my grade book in my file cabinet, I hurried out to my car.

As I arrived at the elementary school the kids and their supervising teachers were streaming out the front door. Some of the kids ran to the line of buses in the parking lot. Others ran to the cars waiting in front of the building.

I parked. 

Cassie and Monica appeared. Cassie was holding Monica's hand. Jackie had taught her to do that. She said that Nattie had always held her hand when they were leaving school. It made her feel safe.

They looked down the line of cars. When they spotted me they waved and ran down the side walk. After greeting me with a hug they strapped themselves into the back seat of my Ford Escape and we left for home.

On the drive home I explained that their mother had another late meeting. They were disappointed, but they were accustomed to Jackie's occasional long days so they understood. When I told them that Grandma Connie would be joining us for spaghetti their disappointment disappeared. The girls grinned and started telling me about everything that had happened at school that day.

Shortly after we arrived home my cell phone rang. The girls were in their bedroom playing with their doll house. I was browning a pound of hamburger for the spaghetti sauce. As I picked up my cell phone I glanced at the clock, it was just after four. 

"Hello, Artie Hammond here."

"Hey Cowboy." It was Connie. She was gasping for breath. It sounded like she was exercising.

"Constance, are you at the gym?"

"No, I'm in my boss's office." Connie was the office manager for a local insurance agency.

"You're boss's office? You sound like you're out of breath. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Hell, I'm more than fine. I'm great. Jack's fucking me." Jack was the owner of the agency.

Shocked, I whispered; "He's fucking you? Right now, while you're talking to me?"

Connie laughed. "Damn right. I'm bent over his desk. My skirt is pulled up around my waist and my panties are on the floor next to my feet. Jack is standing behind me. His suit pants and boxers are down around his knees and he's pumping his great big cock in and out of my hot wet cunt. It feels wonderful. "

Suddenly she barked; "Damn it Jack, quit rubbing my clit. I'm trying to talk to my son."

In the background I heard Jack say; "Cum for me baby; cum while you're talking on the telephone."

Laughing again, Connie said; "Shit Jack you're even kinkier than I am."

"Do it baby, cum for me."

Connie gasped; "Oh yes, that's what I like. Fuck me hard and rub my clit."

There was a moment of heavy breathing and then Connie shouted; "Yes! Yes! "Oh yes! Do it! Do it hard! Just like that!" And then she screamed.

As the scream died off I heard Jack say; "Here it comes baby."

Connie said; "Pull out and cum on my ass. I have a date tonight."

"You got it baby." I heard Jack grunt and then the only sound was their combined panting. 

A minute passed. I waited. Finally Connie said; "Jack honey, clean me up with that towel. I don't want to get my skirt messy."

After several more seconds, Connie said; "Thanks Jack, that was fun."

Jack said; "Hey cuckboy, did you enjoy our performance?"

Aghast that Jack had just called me cuckboy, I stuttered; "I ah..."

Recognizing my distress, Connie said; "Relax cuckboy, Jack is an old friend. He's very discreet. He won't tell a soul unless we okay it. Remember, last night you told Jackie that you wanted to start letting a few people know about your relationship." 

Jack said; "Artie, I have an open mind, I don't judge people and I love sex games. You don't have to worry about me."

Relaxing, I said; "Thank you."

Connie said; "Cuckboy, Jack is a superior. That should be thank you sir."

A little tingle of excitement rippled through me as I said; "Thank you sir."

"Damn Connie, this is hot. You have to have one of your dinner parties."

"We will, but if you're going to be my date we'll have to wait for a weekend when your wife is visiting her sister in Memphis."

"Yeah and she just got back so it'll be at least a month before she goes again."

"Then we'll do it in a month. Actually, that will be good. It will give Artie a little time to get used to his new role as a servant."

I gasped. 

Connie heard me and said; "That excites you doesn't it cuckboy."

I whispered, "Yes Ms. Constance, it does."

"Sweetheart, I'm so glad that we can start including you in this part of our lives. It really is going to be exciting."

"Yes Ms. Constance, I think it will be too."

"Cuckboy, I'm going to put on my panties. While I'm doing that I want you to thank Master Jack for fucking me."

The part of me that was still insecure about admitting my submissive, masochistic desires wanted to balk, but I didn't. My confidence was growing and as it grew, my insecurity was rapidly diminishing. Taking a deep breath, I said; "Master Jack, thank you for fucking my mother. I'm sure she enjoyed it."

Jack laughed. "Cuckboy, I assure you that it was my pleasure."

I heard the rustle of clothing and then Connie said; "Jack, am I presentable."

"You'd better fix your lipstick. You smeared it while you were sucking my cock."

"You'd better check your cock. You wouldn't want your wife to find traces of my lipstick on it."

"Connie, you know very well that Maureen stopped looking at my cock several years ago."

"And her loss is my gain. How many women regularly get to end their workday with a good fuck?"

I heard the sound of kissing and then Connie said; "Jack, you're the perfect boss for a slut like me."

"And you're the perfect office manager for a horn dog like me."

"Artie, Jack has some work that he has to finish before either of us can leave. It will only take him a few minutes, but if I don't leave him alone he'll never get it done. I'm going to go back out to my desk and fix my lipstick. I'll call you right back."

"Okay Ms. Constance."

I quickly checked on the girls. They were playing quietly in their room.

When I returned to the kitchen I poured the contents of a jar of premade spaghetti sauce into a pan and stirred in the hamburger that I'd just browned. I'd like to pretend that I made my spaghetti sauce from scratch, but who has the time to do that? Besides, some of the store bought brands are pretty good; especially if you dress them up with some hamburger or sausage and a few extra spices. I didn't add extra spices to this sauce. While our girls loved spaghetti, they preferred it to be a little bland.

I'd just finished adjusting the flame under the pan of sauce when my cell phone rang again.

I picked it up expecting it to be Connie. It wasn't, it was Jackie.

"Hi cowboy, how is everything on the home front?"

"Fine Ms. Jacqueline." The Ms. wasn't intentional, it just popped out. The phone call from Connie had left me both excited and feeling very submissive.

"Ms. Jacqueline? I gather that you enjoyed the little conference call you just had with my mom and her boss."

Chuckling, I said; "I found it quite exciting." 

"You like to listen. That's an interesting discovery. The speaker on my cell phone may have just become a stimulating toy for us."

"Tonight?" My voice was filled with trepidation.

"Maybe, that really depends on Clayt. I wouldn't feel comfortable doing it without his permission."

"But that would mean he would have to know about me and our relationship."

"I plan to tell him tonight. In fact I plan to tell him that he met you last night."

"You wouldn't."

"Why not? Last night you told me that you wanted to be somewhat open about our relationship. Clayt's from out of town. He doesn't know anyone we know. It seems to me that he's the perfect person to tell."

"But..."

"Sweetheart, if you're not ready just tell me and I won't say a word about you to Clayt."

"I don't know, I'm afraid."

"But it excites you too, doesn't it?"

"Yes." My voice was a barely audible whisper.

"Sweetie, Jack knows. That turned out okay, didn't it?"

"Yes, he was fine."

"And tonight Connie's friend Phil is going to know."

"I'm still worried about that."

"Don't be. I know Phil. He's a sweet guy. He'd never do anything to hurt you and he plays sex games better than anyone I've ever met."

"Have you done it with Phil?"

"Yes Artie, I have."

I was silent. 

After a moment Jackie said; "Does that upset you?"

"No, it's just that I'm still getting used to all of this."

"I've done it with Jack too."

"Connie's boss?"

"That's right."

"How?"

"Sometimes Connie has parties where everyone brings a date, but then we swap. Sometimes we swap several times in one night."

"And you ended up with Jack?"

"More than once and I always enjoy him. He has a big cock and he knows how to use it."

I was silent again. Jackie quickly asked; "Artie honey, are we pushing you too quickly?"

"No, but you may have to pat my hand once in a while."

Jackie laughed. "Don't worry sweetheart, Nattie, Connie and I all plan to take turns patting your hand. Oh, by the way; thank you for what you're doing for Nattie. You really are an amazing man. You only heard about Miltie yesterday and you've already got him in contact with Nattie."




Jackie and Artie Ch. 08



"It was actually pretty easy. Did Nattie call him?"

"Oh yes."

"How did it go?"

"She wants to call you and tell you about it herself."

"Okay."

"Artie, how are the girls?"

"They're fine."

"Were they disappointed when they found out that I was going to be out again tonight?"

"They were, but when I told them Constance was coming over they cheered up immediately. Right now they're in their room organizing their dolls so they can show them to Connie."

"Don't forget that you have an assignment tonight. When I get home I expect you to look like a proper cuckboy."

"I won't forget Ms. Jacqueline."

"I love you Artie. Please don't forget that tonight."

"I love you too Jackie and I won't forget that you love me."

"Artie, I like that."

"I don't understand."

"When you told me that you loved me you called me Jackie. I like that. That's the way it should be. Artie I have to go. I have two phone calls that I have to make before I can leave the office."

"Have a good time tonight Ms. Jacqueline."

"Thank you cuckboy, that is exactly what I plan to do."

There was a short pause and then Jackie asked; "Artie, can I tell Clayt."

While part of me wanted to say absolutely not; another part of me, the adventurous part of me was screaming, yes! Adopting my most submissive demeanor, I said; "Ms. Jacqueline, if it would please you, you should tell him."

"No Artie, that's not enough, at least not this first time."

Understanding, I said; "Jackie, it scares me a little, but you're right, Clayt is a perfect person to tell. You have my permission to go ahead." I stopped myself. That still wasn't enough. This was my fantasy every bit as much as it was Jackie's. Taking a deep breath I said; "Ms. Jacqueline, please tell him, please tell your playmate everything about your submissive cuckold husband."

"You're sure."

"Absolutely."

"Artie, this is going to be so much fun."

"I think so too Ms. Jacqueline."

"Bye cuckboy, I'll call when I'm on my way home, but I might also call you a little earlier. That depends on Clayt."

My breath caught.

After I shut off my cell phone I stirred the spaghetti sauce and then I started making four salads. Our girls loved salads. Actually they loved Thousand Island dressing, but that divine delicacy was only served as part of a salad.

I was chopping a head of iceberg lettuce when my cell phone rang for a third time. I answered it, "Artie Hammond."

"Hi Artie." It was Nattie.

"Hello Ms. Natalie."

"Ms. Natalie? Mom was right; you did enjoy that little telephone party she and her boss just put on for you."

"Does everyone know about it?"

"Not yet, but I understand it's going to be the lead story on the 5:30 national news."

Laughing, I said; "How did your phone call to Miltie turn out?"

"It was wonderful. I apologized for treating him so badly. He accepted my apology and then we had an honest discussion about why it happened. Artie, I don't think I've ever been that forthright with anyone. We talked for over an hour."

"That's a good start."

"Yes it was and guess what else."

"What?"

"Tomorrow morning I have to fly to Chicago for a meeting. After the meeting my weekend is clear. I'm going to Albany, New York; that's where Miltie lives. He's a librarian. He has to work Saturday morning, but he said I can hang out at the library with him. After that we'll have the rest of the weekend to ourselves. Artie, I'm going to suck and fuck that boy until his cock falls off."

"Nattie, you haven't seen him for ten years. You don't know what he looks like." Jackie, Nattie and Connie were all good friends. All three of them, especially Jackie, were also much more than that; but fundamentally, they were good friends. There were times when they were going to be Ms. Jacqueline, Ms. Natalie and Ms. Constance; but there were also going to be times when they were Jackie, Nattie and Connie. This was one of those times for Nattie. 

"I don't care if he weighs five hundred pounds and he's covered with zits. Miltie is going to get laid and it's going to happen repeatedly."

"Is this going to be a mercy fuck or a guilt fuck?"

"No Artie, definitely not." Nattie paused and then she said; "Well it might be a little bit of a guilt fuck." She paused again, after a moment she said; "No damn it, it's not. Milton Craig cares about me and I care about him. I think that other than you he's the only man on this planet who does care about me. It's time for me to start caring about him too and damn it, this weekend I'm going to show him just how much I care about him."

"I'm not sure he wants that."

"You mean he wants to be my submissive cuckold rather than my lover?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I think."

"We can decide that later, but first he's going to be my lover. This weekend I plan to suck his cock, lick his balls and let him fuck my pussy and my ass as often as he can get it up."

I smiled. "Okay."

"And guess what Mr. Smarty-pants. Tomorrow night Jackie plans to do exactly the same thing with you."

"She does?"

"That's right; she's going to try to fuck you into a coma."

"Damn."

"And you'd better let her do it or I'm going to come after you with my whip." 

"I don't know Nattie, that might not be the motivator you think it is."

"Yeah, you're right. Okay, if you let her do it I'll give you a little session with my whip and I'll wear thigh high black leather boots while I'm doing it."

"After every lash will you make me kiss the toes of your boots and beg for another stroke?"

"Damn right cuckboy."

"All right you're on."

"Artie honey, I think you and I might be the two biggest perverts in the western world."

"I think Jackie and Connie are right there with us and I'm pretty sure that Miltie would like to start taking lessons."

"And I really want to be his teacher."

"Nattie love him up this weekend; but play some domination games with him too. I think he'll be disappointed if you don't."

"Artie, what if I get excited and go too far?"

"Set up the time-out rule and be sure he always feels loved."

"I think I can do that."

"If you do, I'm pretty sure that you'll both have a wonderful weekend."

"Thanks Artie, thanks for everything. I wish I could come over and play with you tonight, but I have a date."

"Who's the lucky guy?"

"His name is Peter Amundsen. He's in his early forties and very handsome. He's a real estate developer."

"Is he married?"

"Of course."

"Does his wife know that he parties with other women?"

"No, at least he doesn't think she does. She belongs to a book club, that's why we can get together tonight."

"Where are you going?"

"The King's Inn."

"That motel out by the freeway?"

"That's right."

"That's not much of a date."

"Yes it is, it's the best part of a date. Hell if I want to go out to dinner I'll call you, Jackie or my mom. Remember Artie, we're sluts. We like to fuck."

Laughing, I said; "Okay, so is he good?"

"Damn right he is, he has a big cock and pretty good idea about what to do with it. Ask Jackie, she loves partying with him."

"She does? How many times has she been out with him?"

"I don't know, maybe a half dozen. They usually meet at the King's Inn for a long lunch."

"Does Jackie do that very often?"

"You mean meet guys at a motel for a long lunch?"

"Yeah."

Nattie was silent. After a moment she said; "Artie, I think this is a conversation you should be having with Jackie."

I quietly answered; "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Artie, are you mad?"

"No, it's just that sometimes finding out about all the secrets gets a little difficult."

"Sweetie, Jackie loves you. She didn't know what else to do. She was afraid that if you found out she was a total slut you'd leave her."

"I know."

"Please remember that for us sex is just fun. You're the only man Jackie will ever love."

"I know that and I love our new life, but it's going to take me a little time to fully adapt to it."

"And I'll do anything I can to help you."

"Thanks, I appreciate that. Hey Nattie, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"You're single. You live alone. Why are you going to a motel when you could go to your townhouse instead?"

"Artie that's an excellent question and it might help you understand us better. I almost never let a guy come to my town house unless I know him really well. It's just too personal. I'm much more comfortable meeting my casual dates at a motel. The only exception is if I'm hosting a sex party, then everyone brings a date and sometimes it's fun to include a new guy. Jackie and Connie feel the same way,"

"Jackie parties with Ron at our house. That must mean she really likes him."

"Ron is her current fuckbuddy. I have one too. His name is Jim Strauss. I've been seeing him once a week for several months. After the first month I started letting him get together with me at my townhouse. I trust Jim and yes, I do like him; but only as a casual friend. I could never imagine myself in a serious relationship with him. Jackie feels the same way about Ron."

"Is Jim married?"

"Of course; Connie, Jackie and I all prefer partying with married men. It's much less complicated."

"Don't you ever feel guilty because you're helping them cheat on their wives?"

"No, why should we? None of us believe in that particular moral constraint. Some people in India have a moral restriction about eating cows. That's their prerogative, but it doesn't mean we should feel guilty every time we enjoy a hamburger. The men we party with are all adults making free choices."

"Jackie cheated on me."

Nattie sighed. "Yes she did and that was an ongoing dilemma for all three of us."

Suddenly realizing that I was about to reopen a discussion that I'd already had with both Jackie and Connie, I said; "I'm sorry Nattie, I do understand. It was a dilemma and Jackie made the right choice. At the time we were dating my submissive cuckold inclinations hadn't yet had an opportunity to take seed and grow. If Jackie had been honest with me it's likely that I wouldn't have married her and we wouldn't be where we are today."

"That's a good way to look at it Artie."

"Nattie, I love talking to you."

"I love talking to you too Artie and thank you for everything you did with Miltie. I really do appreciate it."

"You're welcome Nattie. Have a good time at the motel tonight and I hope you have a wonderful trip to New York. Call me this weekend and let me know how it's going."

"Thanks Artie, I will."

"Bye Nattie."

"Bye Artie." I'd finished making the salads during my telephone conversation with Nattie. After covering them with plastic wrap I put them in the refrigerator and made a quick check on the girls. They were still in their bedroom playing with their dolls.

As I walked back through the living room I glanced at the clock. It was 4:45. Realizing that I had a little spare time I decided to dust the living room. 

Just as I was getting started my cell phone rang again. Smiling at my new popularity I walked into the kitchen and picked it up.

"Hi, this is Artie Hammond."

"Artie." It was Jackie.

"Hello Ms. Jacqueline, is everything all right?"

"I hope so. Artie I'm sorry, I really am. I was going to tell you I just hadn't had time yet. It was once a week. Sometimes it was twice a week but just as often it was once every two weeks. It really depended on my schedule at work."

"Nattie called you."

"Yes she did."

"You're talking about your lunch breaks at a motel?"

"Yes, Artie I'm sorry. I didn't want to lie to you, I really didn't."

"I know."

"Do you want me to come home so we can talk? I can easily cancel my date with Clayt."

"No, I definitely do not want you to do that. If you don't get together with Clayt tonight you can't tell him about your cuckold husband."

Artie, be serious."

"I am being serious."

"Aren't you mad at me?"

"When Nattie first told me, I was a little unsettled; but I got over it quickly. Jackie honey, once I learned about your passion for men I should have realized that you'd be doing something like this."

"But I lied to you."

"Yes you did and the night before last we established why you had to do that. That's all in the past now."

"Thank you Artie, I promise I won't ever have another lunch time motel date."

"Why would you do that? Don't you enjoy them?"

"Yes, but...Oh Artie, I don't know. This is all so confusing."

"Jackie relax. Next week I want you to set up one of those dates."

"You do?"

"Yes, I do. I'd be a pretty poor excuse for a cuckold husband if I didn't want you to do that. Can you think of any hot guys who might be available?"

"Several, but Artie are you sure? 

"I am sure, but you have to promise to tell me about it before it happens. I think it would be unbelievably exciting to be eating my lunch at school knowing that at that very moment you were in a motel room playing with another man."

"Artie that is so hot. Of course I'll tell you."

"And when you get home I want to hear all about it, every detail."

"Will you kneel between my legs and eat my pussy while I tell you?"

"You know I will."

"Artie, you really are the perfect husband."

"Can I ask you a couple of questions, just out of curiosity."

"Of course."

"Where do you find the guys? You told me that you never play with the men you meet at work and the trade show guys are all from out of town, so where do these guys come from?"

"Nattie, Connie and I play with about a dozen different men. It's an informal group and the size varies. We generally meet them in bars or at social functions. Nattie and Connie find most of them. When one of us finds a new guy we try him out. If he meets our criteria we start calling him. If we get tired of a guy or he starts getting possessive or demanding we stop calling him. If he tries calling us we don't return his phone calls."

"So you call the guys, they don't call you."

"That's right, but if a guy has a special situation like his wife is going out of town or something, it's okay for him to call us and let us know. If we can, one of us will try to get together with him."

"That makes sense. What are your criteria?"

"They're pretty simple. A guy needs to be reasonably good looking and he can't have an obnoxious personality. Of course he has to have a relatively big cock and he definitely has to know how to use it. Most important of all, he has to be married. Married men are much less likely to become emotionally entangled. They're also more likely to be disease free and they're usually content with only getting an invitation every couple of weeks. Remember; Connie, Nattie and I enjoy variety. Also there are only three of us and we have busy schedules. Nattie and Connie see a couple of guys each week, but because I have a family I try to limit myself to one motel party a week." 

"Nattie's having a motel party tonight."

"Yes, Connie and Nattie aren't married so they can be a little more flexible about when they can get together with a guy. Because I want to spend as many evenings as possible with you and the girls, I try to restrict myself to lunch time parties. The trade shows like the one last night and mom's sex club meetings are generally the only times I'll go out in the evening. You noticed that I party with Ron during the day."

"Yes and I appreciate that."

"Artie, you and the girls have always been my first priority."

"I know that." After a brief pause I said; "I assume that Nattie's date tonight is part of this group of men you just mentioned."

"He is and before you ask, yes I've partied with him too, actually several times. Nattie's going out with him tonight because his wife belongs to a book club that meets one night a month. I'm pretty sure this is one of those nights."

"It is, Nattie told me."

"Artie, Peter is a nice guy and very good in bed. Because of that, we try to accommodate him."

"And you should. I gather that your parties with him have been at lunch time."

"He's a real estate developer. He has a flexible day time schedule."

"And you're an attorney, so you do too."

"Yes I do. Artie, are you're getting angry with me?"

"I'm sorry Jackie. No, I'm not; not at all. It's just that I'm beginning to realize that this is a big part of your extracurricular life. I'm trying to understand it and maybe I'm being a little too analytical. I'll try to back off."

"No, please don't do that. I want you to ask me about this part of my life. I want you to understand it. I want it to become part of your life. Right now I think I'm a little overly sensitive about your feelings."

"I understand." 

"Will you ask me some more questions?"

"Okay, what about the motel?"

"We always go to the King's Inn."

"That's what Nattie told me, why?"

"It's the perfect place. It's a freeway traveler's motel that doesn't have its own bar or restaurant, so there isn't any reason that local residents would want to go there. That makes it highly unlikely that any of us will run into someone we don't want to see while we're there."

"That makes sense."

"The motel is clean and well run and the management is discreet and open minded."

"You mean they know why you're there and they don't care."

"That's right. Of course it's also a great financial deal for them."

"Why?"

"Most of our parties are lunch time parties. The Kings Inn is a freeway motel. Most of their guests are travelers. They arrive after 6:00 in the evening and leave before 7:00 the next morning. We usually arrive at 11:00, leave at 1:00 and pay full price. That allows them to clean the room we use and rent it again that same day."

"But you might come back?"

"If we were going to do that we'd tell them. Artie this is a mutually beneficial relationship. They can earn a little extra money from the rooms we use and we can trust them to be discreet about what we're doing. None of us want to mess up this deal."

"But you're not breaking any laws. Is their discretion that important?"

"We're not worried about the police. All of our playmates are married and so am I. Until this week I was very concerned about the motel's discretion."

"I see, but now that's not an issue for you."

"No it's not and I thank you for that; but because of our male playmates, we still have to be prudent. We don't want to be part of a divorce scandal."

"And since it's financially beneficial for the motel to continue this arrangement; they aren't likely to gossip or give out information to divorce attorneys or private investigators."

"That's our hope."

"I have to say that I'm impressed with the arrangement you've set up. It seems like the perfect win-win situation. Everyone ends up happy. You, Connie and Nattie have a safe, discreet group of playmates that you can enjoy at your convenience. I assume the men in your group are all happily married, or they would be more aggressive for your attention."

"That's true, they are happy with their home situations. All they're looking for is some occasional fun on the side. The men who want more than that are the men we weed out."

"And a little occasional safe fun on the side is exactly what these men are getting."

"Why do you say safe?"

"You use condoms, right?"

"Of course, the mere fact that these men are in our group makes them suspect."

"So these men are engaging in safe sex. They're not buying prostitutes and they're not picking up strange women in bars; at least not on the days they're partying with you."

Jackie thought for a moment and then she said; "I think that's true. Most of the men in our group seem to be content with the occasional diversion we provide for them; at least that's our hope."

I suspect you're probably right, which also makes it a win for their wives. Although they probably don't know that and if they were confronted with the situation they may not accept or even realize that it's a good deal for them, but it is"




Jackie and Artie Ch. 08



"Artie, you're saying that occasionally playing with us is safer for their husbands than buying prostitutes or picking up strange women in bars."

"Wouldn't you agree with that?"

"Of course I would."

"The danger of emotional entanglement is also much less of an issue with the three of you."

"It isn't an issue."

"There are very few absolutes in life."

"All right, but the risk of emotional entanglement is much greater at work than it is with us."

"I agree and my point was that the risk of emotional entanglement when they're meeting women in bars is also much greater than it is with the three of you."

"So you're saying that we're doing their wives a favor too."

I am.

Laughing, Jackie said; "Artie once again I am in awe of your reasoning skills. You've just built a convincing argument that every time I let one of these men fuck me it benefits his wife."

"I think that's true, but it might still be advisable to keep the wives in the dark about this."

"Artie honey you really are a magnificent man."

I glanced at the clock on the wall next to the sink. It was 5:00. "Jackie, it's five o'clock. What time are you supposed to meet Clayt?"

"5:30, I'd better get moving. You're sure you're going to be okay?"

"I'll be fine. I think your mother is planning an interesting evening for me."

"She is, and I think you'll enjoy Phil."

"You know him?"

"Very well, he's a nice guy and he has a wonderfully creative imagination."

"I gather that you've played games with him."

"Several times and they have always been thrilling. Artie, when he arrives, relax and go with the flow. When it comes to sex games Phil is an artist."

"I'm a little worried."

"Don't be, Phil and Connie will push you, but they'll be gentle about it. Remember, you can always call time out. I'm sure both of them will respect that."

"Okay, I'll try."

"Artie you are about to have the most exciting night of your life." Jackie paused for a moment and then she suggestively added; "So far."

"I hope we both have exciting evenings."

"Oh I'm going to cuckboy. I'm going to have a very exciting evening. At five thirty I want you to close your eyes and imagine me kissing Clayt because that's exactly what I'll be doing."

My breath caught.

"And at 5:35 we're both going to be on his bed naked and I'll have his big beautiful cock in my mouth. Will that be all right cuckboy? You don't mind if you're wife sucks another man's cock tonight, do you."

My heart was racing as I anxiously said, "No Ms. Jacqueline, not at all."

"That's a good cuckboy. Don't forget, you have an assignment tonight. When I get home, I expect your entire body to be clean shaven. You're my little cuckboy now and I want you to look like it. Oh and my mother has a present for you. I hope you'll enjoy it, I know I will."

"What is it?"

"It's a surprise. When you've finished shaving she's going to inspect you. After you've passed her inspection she'll give you your present. Promise me that you'll obey her tonight."

"Yes ma'am, of course I will."

"Artie honey she's just leaving. She'll be at the house in a few minutes. I have to go. I may call you earlier, but if I don't I'll call you when I'm on my way home."

"Thank you Ms. Jacqueline; I'd appreciate that."

"Artie, tonight please remember that I love you."

"I will. I love you too Ms. Jacqueline."

"Bye Artie."

"Bye Ms. Jacqueline."



Jackie and Artie Ch. 09



This is the ninth episode in a series entitled "Jackie and Artie". If you have not read the previous eight episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Jackie and Artie" is a romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative lifestyle. If this subject matter offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable I strongly suggest that you find something else to read.







After ending the phone call with Jackie, I checked on the girls. They were playing with a set of puppets Jackie had bought for them a week earlier.

As I looked in on them Cassie said; "Daddy, we're going to put on a puppet show for Grandma Connie."

Smiling, I said; "She'll like that." And I knew Connie would.

I went back to the living room and started dusting again. I'd been working for about five minutes when I heard the back door open. A moment later, Connie walked into the living room.

She looked at me and smiled. "You really are the perfect husband."

Smiling back, I said; "Because I'm doing housework while my wife is on her way to a hotel where she's going to meet a man who will soon be fucking her?"

Connie laughed. "Damn right Cowboy. That is exactly how a marriage should work."

Grinning at her, I said; "Ms. Constance, I wholeheartedly agree."

Connie walked over and gave me a hug. While she was hugging me, she said; "I'm sorry I didn't call you back. I didn't forget. Jackie and Nattie both wanted to talk to you too and I felt their conversations were more important than mine. By the time they were finished talking to you it was time for me to leave to come over here. I decided to wait and talk to you in person."

"I always prefer talking to you in person."

Connie snaked her hand down the front of my trousers and gave my penis a gentle squeeze. "I prefer talking to you in person too."

"Connie!"

She gave my penis another squeeze. "Aren't you supposed to be addressing me as Ms. Constance?"

Suddenly feeling very submissive, I whispered; "Yes ma'am."

"Oh I like that. My daughter is doing an outstanding job of training you." And then Connie whispered; "Where are the girls?"

"In their bedroom playing with the puppet set Jackie just bought for them.

"Then it should be safe for you to give me a proper greeting. Get down on your knees and kiss my shoes."

Connie was dressed in a tight tee shirt that barely contained her large breasts, hip hugger jeans and a pair of black spike heeled pumps. I obediently dropped to my knees, bent over and planted a kiss on the pointed toe of each of her pumps.

Patting my head like I was a pet dog, Connie said; "Good boy."

I smiled up at her. 

Connie said, "I'm going to go see the girls. Call us when you have dinner on the table." 

Still on my knees, I watched Connie walk out of the living room. She hadn't offered to help, she didn't even say please. I smiled. It wouldn't have been appropriate. Connie was a superior, I was a servant. She wasn't expected to help or say please.

Our girls love spaghetti, Thousand Island dressing and Grandma Connie; so dinner was a great success. After dinner Cassie, Monica and Connie returned to the girl's bedroom where they continued a game that had somehow managed to incorporate all of the puppets and most of the girl's dolls.

I cleaned the kitchen. As soon as I was finished I checked on Connie and the girls. All three of them were engrossed in their game so I quietly retired to the bathroom in Jackie's bedroom. I took off my clothes, started the shower, lathered my body and began to shave.

It wasn't that difficult. I didn't have much natural body hair and modern triple blade safety razors make shaving easy. I'd watched Jackie shave her legs many times; so emulating her, I sat on the edge of the bathtub and used the shower like it was a steam bath. Shaving my genitals caused me some initial concern, but I used a scissors to cut away my pubic hair. After that all I had to do was work slowly and carefully. 

As I relaxed the task actually became quite exciting. Knowing where Jackie was and what she was doing while I was shaving kept me on a sexual edge. That made the task even more exciting. 

Once I was finished I rinsed off in the shower and then I looked at myself in the full length mirror in Jackie's closet. My body was as bare and smooth as a prepubescent boy's. I smiled. That was of course the object of the task. By making me shave off all of my body hair Jackie was stripping me of my manhood. I was being transformed into a symbolic eunuch.

I fully understood what was happening. I could have protested. I could have refused. I didn't. I not only didn't protest, I carried out my own emasculation while my wife was enjoying the physical attentions of another man.

That night in my wife's private bathroom I willingly transformed myself into her submissive cuckold. When I was finished I was as excited as I'd ever been in my entire life. This was my destiny. I now realized that while I'd been unconsciously aware of it for years, it had taken the events of the past few days to allow me to finally acknowledge and accept the truth.

After I was finished I dressed in a pair of thin cotton slacks and a tee shirt. I didn't put on socks or underwear. For the sake of the girls I needed to maintain a semblance of modesty, but I'd just willingly abdicated my manhood and I wanted Connie to know it.

The door to the girl's bedroom was partially closed. I opened it and stepped inside. Connie was seated on the edge of Monica's bed reading a story. Both girls were just barely awake. I sat down on the edge of Cassie's bed and placed my hand on top of hers. 

She whispered, "I love you daddy."

I whispered back, "I love you too Cassie."

While this may be hard for some people to grasp, in life we fill a variety of roles. We're fathers and mothers, businessmen and business women, children to our aging parents and guides for our aging parents; all at the same time. 

That evening I may have abdicated my masculinity in my relationship with my wife and her family, but when I walked into the girl's bedroom I switched roles. I was a father. The health, safety, well-being and happiness of my girls were all that mattered to me. If I had to do it I would have battled dragons to protect them. The submissive cuckold husband in one of my favorite stories stated it well. He said; "I may be my wife's wimp, but I'm sure as hell no one else's." When it came to my girls I would always be a pillar of strength.

By the time Connie finished the story the girls were sound asleep. We both kissed each of them goodnight and then we tiptoed out of their room.

Once we were in the living room Connie stared at me. After a moment she said; "Artie, you really are an amazing man."

"What makes you say that?"

"I've known a lot of men, more than most women."

I nodded.

"Many men work hard to create a macho image. They wear cowboy hats, drive big black pickup trucks, lift weights and get exotic tattoos. Sadly, when it comes to the important stuff; taking care of their family, supporting their kids when they're struggling and standing up in the face of personal adversity; they're total wimps."

I nodded.

Connie continued. "You, on the other hand deliberately project the image of a total wimp."

"Thanks Connie." I was being sarcastic.

"Please listen to me, I'm not done."

"Sorry."

"Unlike those other guys, I do believe that in the face of adversity you might be the toughest man I've ever met. Artie, there is an unmistakable air of strength about you."

"And that's why, at this very moment, another man is fucking my wife?"

"No, but it is the reason that tonight, when she goes to sleep, my daughter will be lying next to you."

"Thanks Connie."

Grinning, Connie said; "And now the Artie admiration party is over. For the rest of the evening I'd prefer to play with the cuckold wimp whose wife is, at this very moment, enjoying another man's cock."

"He's right here; ready, willing and eager."

Connie smiled. "Okay cuckboy, it's inspection time; but first I have a garment bag in my car. Fetch it for me. My car keys are in my purse on the dining room table. Oh and bring my purse. I'll need that too

Excited, I said; "Yes Ms. Constance, right away."

The garment bag was hanging in the back window of Connie's Lexus. I unlocked the car with the keys I'd taken from her purse, removed the garment bag, relocked the car and hurried back into the house. As I passed through the dining room I grabbed the purse from the dining room table.

Connie was waiting for me in Jackie's bedroom. Still dressed, she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her legs were crossed. One of her spike heeled pumps was dangling from her toes. As soon as I stepped inside she said; "Close the door."

I obeyed.

"Lay my garment bag on the bed and set my purse next to it." There was an unmistakable tone of authority in her voice.

It excited me even more. I carefully laid Connie's garment bag on the bed and set her purse next to it.

"Very good; now take off your clothes. I need to inspect you."

I quickly undressed. As I started to pick up my clothes Connie said; "Leave them. If we hear the girls moving around you'll need to get dressed quickly."

I nodded.

Connie stood up. "Stand still. Keep your head bowed."

"Yes Ms..."

"Silence, don't speak unless I ask you a direct question,"

I nodded and then standing naked in front of my mother with my head bowed; I waited. After a moment she began walking a slow circle around me. From behind I felt her fingertips explore the inside of my thighs and then my butt cheeks.

"You're nice and smooth, just like a little boy. Jackie will be pleased."

I started to say, I tried; but then remembering Connie's admonition of silence I stopped myself.

Connie moved around so that she was in front of me. Reaching out, she caressed my face with her manicured, crimson fingernails. 

My breath caught.

She trailed her fingers down my neck, across my throat and down to my chest. She grasped my right nipple. At first she fondled it, but then she dug in her fingernails and gave it a firm twist.

I gasped.

"Does that hurt? You may speak."

"Yes Ms. Constance, it does."

"But you enjoyed it, didn't you."

"Yes ma'am."

"May I do it again?"

"Yes."

"Say please."

"Please."

She gave my nipple an even more vicious twist. I yelped.

Connie smiled and then she released my nipple and moved her hand lower. Her fingers traced playful circles around my stomach, my belly button and then my newly shaved pubic area. I bit my lower lip as the side of her hand brushed my erect penis.

Connie whispered, "I love seeing you bare and smooth down here. Little cuckboys really shouldn't be allowed to have pubic hair."

She cradled my tiny erection in the palm of her hand. "It really is cute. Jackie told me that it's just like one of those miniatures you buy in a hobby store. It looks like the real thing and even works like the real thing. It's just much smaller."

Connie winked at me. I smiled at the creativity of her taunt.

Her hand slipped between my thighs and cupped my balls. She gave them a gentle squeeze. "Do you enjoy this?"

I nodded.

"Men do too."

Connie's subtle barb made me grin.

She kissed me on the lips and said; "Cowboy, you did a very nice job. You look just like a little boy. Jackie will be pleased. As a reward I have a nice present for you. We'll need a bag of ice. Fetch me one from the kitchen."

Puzzled, I looked at Connie.

She raised her eyebrows. "Was there something about my direction that you didn't understand?"

Connie's inspection had me feeling aroused and submissive. Not wanting to be disobedient, I said; "No ma'am."

"Then fetch me the ice."

"Yes ma'am."

As I started to leave, Connie barked; "Put your pants back on. One of the girls might be up going to the bathroom."

I quickly pulled on my trousers and scurried to the kitchen.

When I returned, Connie was sitting on the bed. There was an open package next to her. The label on the package said, CB6000s. The plastic pieces lying next to the package were unmistakable. Connie was reading a page of directions; directions that showed her how to assemble a chastity cage. A chastity cage meant for me.

I hadn't expected this. I stood frozen in the doorway, staring.

Without looking up, Connie said; "Come in, close the door and take off your pants."

Still flustered, I obeyed. Connie was a dominant. I was a submissive. Obedience was becoming second nature to me. I set the bag of ice on the floor, quickly removed my trousers and then stood naked in the center of the room, waiting.

"Pick up the bag of ice and hold it against your cock and balls. We can't possibly get that little peepee of yours locked up until we have it under control." 

While I flushed at Connie's unabashed directive, I still complied. The ice was cold. Of course that was its purpose. My erection quickly shriveled.

"Come stand next to me."

Again I complied without argument.

After taking the ice bag from me, Connie fitted an open plastic ring around my cock and balls. She closed the top of the ring with two partial rings, one with three pins. She added a spacer to the middle pin; slipped the plastic cock sleeve over my penis; slid it on to the pins and asked; "Is that comfortable?"

Still completely overwhelmed, I said; "It's fine, at least it doesn't hurt."

"Good, you'll get used to it." She slipped a small brass padlock through a hole in the end of the middle pin, snapped it shut and said; "There, now you're properly controlled."

I stared at her. After a moment I asked, "How long will I have to wear this thing?"

"That's up to Jackie. I have some friends in my sex club who know quite a bit more about cuckolding than I do. They told me that they've met cuckold husbands who wear their chastity cages 24/7."

"All the time?" I was aghast.

Smiling, Connie said; "They also told me that most cuckolds only wear them while their wives are actually partying with another man. I think that's probably what Jackie's going to decide to do. Since she's with Clayt right now it seems appropriate that you should remain locked up until she gets home."

Starting to get used to the idea, I nodded. 

Connie ran her long, crimson painted finger nails along the length of the plastic cage. Licking her lips, she said; "I love the symbolism. While your dominant wife is out partying with another man; you have to sit at home, prohibited from enjoying even the meager gratification provided by solitary masturbation."

Reaching up, she grabbed my nipple, gave it a vicious twist and said; "Cuckboy, I never realized how much fun sexual domination could be."

Wincing from the brief shot of pain, I breathlessly answered; "Yes Ms. Constance, I agree.

Connie glanced at the clock on Jackie's night table. I looked too. It was ten minutes to seven. 

"Cuckboy, Phil is going to be here at 7:30. I have to get ready." Gesturing towards the package for the cb6000s and the melting bag of ice, she said; "Clean up this mess while I undress."

Remembering that Connie had originally told me that Phil would be picking her up at eight, I wanted to ask her about the change in plans. I didn't. My submissive desires were now in full control of me. Connie was a superior. If she chose to ask her date to arrive at 7:30, that was her prerogative. 

After quickly gathering up the ice bag and the packaging from my new chastity cage, I carried everything into the bathroom and placed it in the waste basket. When I returned Connie was naked from the waist up and unzipping her jeans. I gawked. Her large breasts were magnificent.

She smiled at me and said; "You like my breasts, don't you cuckboy?."

"Yes ma'am, they're beautiful."

"Jackie has beautiful breasts too, doesn't she."

"Yes ma'am, she does."

"I'll bet Clayt is enjoying them right now."

Remembering that Jackie had told me that Clayt was a breast man, I imagined him fondling my wife while she slowly stroked his erect cock. The mental picture elicited a now familiar quartet of emotions: envy, humiliation, longing and of course lust. My tiny penis strained against the confines of its new cage.

"The thought excites you, doesn't it cuckboy."

I nodded sheepishly.

"Jackie told me that Clayt fucked her tits last night. She loves that." Pressing her large breasts together, Connie said; "I do too, especially if a guy plays with my nipples while he's doing it." 

Connie grabbed her nipples with the thumb and forefinger of each of her hands. As she rolled them back and forth she asked; "Have you ever done that cuckboy? Have you ever fucked Jackie's tits?"

Taken aback by the brashness of Connie's question, I slowly shook my head and whispered; "No ma'am, I haven't"

"Why not? She loves it." Of course Connie knew the reason, but she was making me say it."

The feelings of hurt, anger and humiliation that I felt when I first discovered that Jackie had been regularly partying with other men while she ignored me came flooding back. I spit out the answer. "My penis isn't big enough." And then overwhelmed with shame and anguish, I turned away.

There was silence. I didn't move. 

Connie said, "Cuckboy?"

I ignored her.

Connie waited. I still ignored her. Finally she wrapped her arms around me from behind and whispered, "Time out."

I didn't move.

She kissed my cheek and said; "If you'd like to do it, you can fuck my tits right now."

Shaking my head, I said; "We've already established that I can't do that. My pathetic penis is too short."

"I'm sure we could figure out a way to make it work."

"Why would you want to bother?"

"Because I love you and so does Jackie."

"As we speak Jackie is doing things with a man she just met that she's never been willing to do with me. Is that love?"

Connie sighed. "Artie honey, she never meant to deny you anything."

"But she did."

"Yes, and she will forever regret doing that."

"But right now, she's still out doing things with another man that she refused to do with me."

"You asked her to go. She offered to stay home. She does want to do all of those things with you; you just have to give her a chance."

"I know, but when I think about all the time Jackie ignored me, it's hard. Connie, there were weeks when we didn't have sex at all. Now I learn that during those times she was getting it on with other men at least two or three times a week, maybe more. If she loves me how could she possibly ignore me like that?"

"She didn't realize she was doing it. Artie when she did realize it she was devastated. Jackie loves you, she really does."

"She can ignore me and not know it? Connie, that doesn't make any sense."

"Artie, Jackie was always terrified that if you learned about her infidelity you'd divorce her, so she desperately tried to keep it hidden from you."

"I know that. It still doesn't explain why she neglected me."

"She only neglected you sexually."

"Yeah, and that's a big deal; especially when she was eagerly attending to the sexual needs of most of the other men in the city."

Connie paused. After a moment she said; "Please listen to me."

I stepped away from Connie and turned so I was facing her.

Connie said; "Because she was afraid that she'd lose you Jackie was determined to keep the sexual part of her life hidden from you. Many people who have to keep a secret, a big secret, especially a secret they're keeping from someone they love; do it by compartmentalizing their lives. I believe that's what Jackie did. I believe she divided her life into three distinct parts: her family life with you and the girls, her professional life and her sex life. I point out that she adamantly refuses to date anyone related to her career."




Jackie and Artie Ch. 09



I nodded. I knew that was one of her rules.

"Jackie didn't realize it at the time, but you presented a problem for her. While you were the central figure in the happy family section of her life, you were also her husband and by definition a sex partner. This made you an interloper. You had claim to a position in two of her worlds. The two worlds she most wanted to keep separated."

"So she shut me out of her sex life."

"She didn't have any choice or at least she thought she didn't. As you now know, my daughters and I are sexually adventurous. Many people would call us shameless sluts."

I smiled at Connie.

She smiled back and continued. "Jackie was terrified that if you learned about her sexual appetite you'd divorce her. You were her husband, her soul mate; the central person in the part of her life where she was a loving wife and mother. It was essential that you never discover that she was also a shameless slut. Because of that, when she had sex with you she unconsciously adopted the guise of a sexually repressed housewife."

I shook my head. "That makes some sense, but not completely."

"What do you mean?"

"When we did have sex, we did some things that wouldn't be acceptable to most sexually repressed housewives."

"You mean, like eating Jackie's pussy and ass."

"Exactly."

"First of all, remember that my daughter isn't a sexually repressed housewife. She was trying to pretend that she was one. She also did love you. You were giving her pleasure and she knew you were enjoying it, so she let you do it."

"She was enjoying it too."

"Of course she was."

"Doesn't that contradict your theory?"

"Not at all; you were the one being adventurous, not Jackie. She was just letting you do it. The fact that she happened to enjoy it every bit as much as you did was a bonus."

"So I could eat her pussy, but if she sucked my cock she was afraid I'd think she was a nasty slut."

"Yes, I believe that's exactly what she was thinking, but there was another complicating factor."

"What was it?"

"During that time, your dominant submissive relationship was slowly taking shape. It was permeating all aspects of your life together."

"Including our sex life."

"Yes and Jackie was enjoying it just as much as you were."

"That doesn't make sense. During the previous several months we virtually stopped having sex."

"Jackie was enjoying it too much. She had to stop. Her family life and her sex life were getting muddled. I think she felt like she was slowly becoming a slut with you; a dominant slut, but still a slut."

I thought about what Connie had just told me. After a moment I said; "Connie, I have to admit that your explanation makes sense."

"It makes more sense than believing that Jackie was neglecting you because she didn't care about you."

I nodded. "Yeah, I have to agree with that too."

"She really does love you and she loves only you."

"I know that. Thanks Connie, this helped."

Connie shook her head. "There is a complication."

"What is it?"

"Now that Jackie understands that she neglected you, she's desperate to make amends for what she did. The problem is that denial is a big part of your cuckold fantasy and that's exactly what she's trying redress. That's how you and I got into trouble tonight. I was trying to tease you about Clayt getting to do things with your wife that she won't do with you. Of course by doing that, I struck a raw nerve. Making you wear a chastity cage while another man is fucking Jackie is another example."

"I guess I have to try to get over feeling bad about what happened."

"We could also give you some time. Jackie, Nattie and I are excited about this new lifestyle. Maybe we're pushing you too quickly. Maybe we should back off a little and give you a chance to catch your breath. I could take that chastity cage off right now and when Phil gets here we could just leave. He wouldn't even have to come into the house."

As I listened to Connie, a wave of disappointment washed over me. That was not what I wanted. I was every bit as eager for this new life style as she was. Shaking my head, I said; "No, I don't want to slow down. In fact, I want just the opposite. I want you to push me. I want to be Jackie's submissive cuckold. I want you to tease me and I want to be denied."

Connie stared at me. After a moment she said; "Artie honey, are you sure?"

Taking a deep breath, I said; "Yes, I'm positive." But then I quickly added, "I still may need you to hold my hand and reassure me once in a while."

Grinning, Connie said; "Artie honey, I will always be here to hold your hand." And then winking at me, she reached down, wrapped her fingers around my plastic encased penis and added; "Or anything else you might like me to hold."

My breath caught.

Connie ignored my obvious excitement and asked; "Sweetie, are you sure it's all right for me to invite Phil to come inside when he gets here?"

Pulling myself back together, I asked; "Is he going to be rude to me?"

"Only if he senses that you want him to be rude. He's a nice guy who's skilled at playing sex games. He's also one of my best friends."

"He's your friend?"

"Yes."

"A real friend? Not just a guy who..." Flushing with embarrassment as I realized what I was about to say, I stopped myself in mid sentence.

Connie smiled. "Not just a guy who likes me because he can get into my panties?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Sorry Constance, I didn't mean to be offensive."

"You didn't offend me Artie. I do know some guys who are only interested in a little easy pussy." Connie shrugged. "I'm only interested in their cocks, so that makes us even. You might call it a symbiotic relationship."

I smiled.

Connie said; "But Phil really is a friend, a good friend."

"Is he married?"

"Yes he is. His wife, Janice is a good friend too."

"You know her?"

"Very well; she and Phil often help organize the parties for our sex club."

"Does she, you know, do it too?

Chuckling, Connie said; "Yes Artie, she does. She and Phil have a traditional open marriage. They're both free to enjoy other partners. In fact Janice is on a date tonight. That's why Phil wanted to get together with me."

"Wow!"

Connie smiled.

I asked, "But Phil's not really a cuckold."

"I suppose by the purest definition of the term he is, but not by the definition used on the web sites you like."

"Because he has sex with other women too."

Nodding Connie said; "Yes and he's not at all submissive."

"You mean Phil would never wear a cock cage."

"That's for sure and the women in the sex club would all be irate if Janice ever tried to put him in one."

"Why?"

"Sweetie, Phil has a big cock and he knows how to use it."

"You're telling me that he's a stallion."

"One of the best."

"He's going to think I'm pathetic."

"Not at all." Connie was vigorously shaking her head. 

"Why wouldn't he?"

"Phil has a regular fuck buddy. Her name is Linda."

"I thought you were Phil's fuck buddy."

"Phil and I are good friends and we often do get together to fuck, but we're not regular fuck buddies. There are times when we won't see each other for several weeks."

"I see. Do you have a regular fuck buddy?"

"I suppose my boss, Jack would qualify; he fucks me several times a week." Connie shrugged. "That's partly due to convenience. Nattie, Jackie and I all prefer variety. A regular fuck buddy can often become a burden."

"But Jackie has Ron."

"That's because of her demanding schedule. It takes time to meet new guys. That's time taken away from you, the girls and her work. Ron is a convenience fuck for Jackie. He's an easy way for her to satisfy the itch."

"And Jack satisfies your itch."

Laughing, Connie said; "You might say that he's a skilled scratcher."

I grinned. 

She said; "Let's get back to Phil. He has a fuck buddy named Linda. They get together once a week. Linda's husband, Teddy is a submissive cuckold, just like the cuckolds on your web site."

"Have you met Linda and Teddy?"

"Yes, occasionally Phil will bring Linda to a sex club party as his date. When they do that they bring Teddy with them. Of course he has to wear a collar and join the other submissives as a servant."

"A collar?"

"A dog collar; at the sex club parties all submissives have to wear a dog collar with a tag that states their name and the name of their owner."

"Really?"

"Yes, it helps eliminate confusion."

"Are there many submissives at the sex parties?"

"A few, Nattie plays with them once in a while. Jackie and I have never paid much attention to them. When we go to the parties we like to be sluts. Of course, now that you've introduced us to the excitement of sexual domination that's going to change."

"I introduced you to the excitement of sexual domination?"

"Well it might be more accurate to say that you awakened latent desires; but yes, you and your web sites did get us thinking about domination."

"Connie, is Phil nice to Teddy?"

"Artie honey, they're best friends. They actually play golf together."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

I considered that. After a moment I asked; "When they're on a golf course does Teddy call Phil sir?"

Grinning, Connie shook her head. "No sweetie, they separate their sex games from their real life activities."

"Now I really am interested in meeting Phil."

"That's good, because he's going to be here in fifteen minutes." Connie stripped off her jeans and panties and handed them to me. "Fold these up and put them in my garment bag and then lay out my dress and lingerie on Jackie's bed. I'm going to get in the shower. Join me as soon as you're done taking care of my clothes. I want you to bathe me."

My jaw dropped.

As Connie disappeared into Jackie's bathroom she called back to me. "Cuckboy, tonight you get to wash my tits and my pussy."

Excited, I quickly opened Connie's garment bag and laid out her dress and lingerie.

For a submissive cuckold male, bathing a beautiful naked woman is one of the great joys of life. You might say that for us it's a labor of lust. Of course there are those who would point out that we'd better appreciate it, because it's one of the few joys we're permitted.

I'd been bathing Jackie since shortly after we met. During all of that time neither of us consciously recognized it as a submissive act. The simple fact that Jackie has never bathed me should have made it apparent, but there are times when ignoring the obvious is the easier course of action. Even though we didn't realize it, I now understood that it actually was one of the first dominant submissive pleasures we enjoyed.

As I began bathing Connie we were both silent. This was an intimate act laden with significance. It had the aura of a ceremony. It was the formal declaration of our mutual acknowledgment of Connie's dominance over me. I was her daughter's slave and therefore, her slave too. We were also both excited. The air was thick with sexual tension. 

Jackie had taught me to be slow, gentle and patient when I bathed her. While we both enjoyed it when I washed her breasts, her pussy and her ass; a woman's entire body is a potential erogenous zone. A relaxed, unhurried touch can unlock a myriad of subtle pleasures.

I used the same soft cloth and scented soap that I used when I bathed Jackie. Carefully avoiding Connie's breasts, pussy and ass I tenderly washed her face and neck, her arms and underarms and her flat tummy. When I finished the small of her back I knelt in the shower stall and washed her legs and feet. 

As I scrubbed the insides of Connie's thighs my fingers and wash cloth brushed the lips of her pussy. She gasped. 

I smiled up at her.

Giggling, she said; "You're teasing me."

I nodded.

She whispered, "Wash my breasts."

I stood. As I washed Connie's breasts I paid careful attention to her erect nipples.

Connie grinned. "That's right cuckboy, get them nice and clean. Phil loves to suck on my titties." 

She winked at me. I laughed.

Connie allowed me to wash her breasts for another minute or two and then she turned around. Leaning over, she rested her hands against the side of the shower stall, stuck out her rear and said; "Now it's time to do my ass." 

Taking a deep breath I lathered up my cloth and scrubbed each of Connie's cheeks. I was preparing to wash the crack of her ass when I suddenly hesitated. This wasn't Jackie and I was about to provide what most people would consider a particularly intimate service.

Sensing my reticence and correctly guessing the reason for it, Connie quietly said; "It's okay Artie. I'm not shy and you shouldn't be either. I want you to do it."

"But..."

Connie stood up and turned so that she was facing me. In a gentle voice, she said; "Artie, don't be foolish. Men have fucked me there. Men and women have licked me there. Our bodies should never be sources of shame. They should be edifices of pleasure, beauty and adventure. Sweetie, I want you to wash me everywhere. I want you to feel free to explore my body and enjoy it." She chuckled. "And most of all, I want you to worship it."

Connie's free-spirited attitude inspired me and bolstered my confidence about expressing my own desires, my submissive desires. I took a deep breath and said; "Madam Constance, your body is my temple."

Connie laughed. "Madam Constance! Artie I love that! Unless we're with the girls I want you to call me that all the time."

Grinning, I said; "Of course Madam Constance."

Giggling, Connie said; "Artie honey, I've always believed it; but now I'm even more certain. When Jackie found you she struck gold."

I smiled.

Connie kissed my cheek. As she kissed me she whispered; "I'm going to turn around again. When I do, I want you to get down on your knees and wash my ass and I mean everything including my asshole. Do you understand me cuckboy?"

Breathless with excitement, I answered; "Yes Madam Constance."

Reaching down, Connie gave my plastic encased penis a firm squeeze and then she kissed me again and turned around.

As soon as she was once again leaning against the shower stall wall I dropped to my knees, lathered my wash cloth and began washing the crack of Connie's gorgeous rear.

With the water from the shower pouring down on us, Connie said; "Yes cuckboy, that's exactly what I want. Now wash my asshole and when you're done I want you to wash my pussy. Will you do that cuckboy? Will you wash my pussy for me? I want it to be nice and sweet for Phil. You want to help me make him happy tonight, don't you cuckboy?"

Connie's words inflamed my submissive desires. Obediently, I answered; "Yes Madam Constance."

"Yes what cuckboy?" She was toying with me.

"I would be honored to be allowed to wash your pussy for you and yes, I do want to help you make Mr. Harper happy tonight."

"That's a good cuckboy."

I smiled. At that moment I realized that a good cuckboy was exactly what I wanted to be.

After I finished washing Connie's ass she turned around so that she was facing me and leaned back against the shower stall with her legs lasciviously spread wide. Still on my knees, Connie's shaved cunt was now directly in front of my face. I desperately wanted to kiss it, but I resisted the temptation. I was a slave, not a lover.

I carefully rinsed my wash cloth and lathered it up again. As I gently rubbed the lips of her pussy, Connie began to purr. It was a familiar sound. When she was starting to get aroused Jackie made it too.

After I washed Connie's cunt I rinsed the soap from my cloth. As I pressed it back into her slippery sex she cooed with delight and started grinding her hips against my hand. I found Connie's engorged clitoris and rubbed it with my cloth covered fingers. Connie gasped and started grinding her hips even more vigorously.

Suddenly I felt the muscles of Connie's body tense and then she stopped moving. Recognizing what was happening, I did what Jackie had taught me to do. I kept my fingers pressed against Connie's clit.

Connie emitted a low cry and then she started to tremble. I withdrew my washcloth covered hand from her sex and waited patiently on my knees under the warm spray of the shower.

Connie's climax subsided quickly and she immediately regained her composure. Like Jackie, Connie orgasmed easily and recovered rapidly. I wondered if that was the result of experience or physiology.

Grinning, Connie looked down at me and said; "Cuckboy, you give one hell of a nice bath. My daughter has you well trained."

Looking up at Connie, I said; "Thank you Madam Constance. It's a pleasure to serve you."

Connie stared at me for a second and then she said; "For you it really is a pleasure, isn't it."

"Yes ma'am." My answer was forthright and confident.

"I'm not sure I'll ever understand why."

"You're a natural superior. I'm certain that my desire to serve is difficult for you to understand. Don't worry, I'm a natural submissive. I was born to serve powerful women."

Connie smiled, but then her smile disappeared and she said; "Artie honey, if we ever start taking you for granted or neglect you promise me that you'll tell us."

"I will."

"Promise me Artie. I want to hear you say it."

"Madam Constance, I promise that if you ever start taking me for granted or neglect me I'll tell you."

"Thank you Artie." Connie reached down, took my hand and pulled me to my feet. As she led me out of the shower she said; "Dry me and then dry yourself and get dressed. Phil is due to arrive any minute now. I'll get dressed while you wait for him in the living room."

I dried Connie with a large bath towel and then I quickly dried myself and dressed in my cotton slacks and tee shirt. 

As I was leaving the bedroom Connie was sitting at Jackie's makeup table applying her eye shadow. "Cuckboy, remember that Phil is a superior. You should address him as sir or Mr. Harper."

"Yes ma'am."

"When he arrives offer him a beer, but remember your place. Don't get one for yourself. You're a servant. Servants don't drink with their superiors."

"Yes Madam Constance, I understand."

Connie turned and smiled at me. "Most of all Artie, have fun."

I grinned at Connie. "I will, I promise."



Jackie and Artie Ch. 10



This is the tenth episode in a series entitled "Jackie and Artie". If you have not read the previous nine episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Jackie and Artie" is a romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative lifestyle. If this subject matter offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

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As I walked into the living room to wait for Mr. Harper I started to get nervous. What if this man wasn't nice? What if he was an asshole? What if he laughed at me? Even worse, what if he pitied me? That would be unbearable.

Connie had assured me that Phil was a nice guy who understood, but could I trust Connie? I had to trust Connie. If I couldn't trust her, how could I trust Jackie?

Could I trust Jackie? Was trusting her foolish? She cheated on me the entire time we've been married.

Wednesday night she was terrified that I might divorce her. That was telling. If she didn't love me would divorce really be that terrible for her? 

She wouldn't want to lose custody of the girls, but is that even a reasonable concern? She's the girl's mother. The courts almost never separate a mother from her children. At worst she'd end up with shared custody and shared custody would probably be a bonus for her. When I had the girls she'd be free to focus on her career and party with men.

I did put Jackie through law school so the court might decide that I was entitled to part of her income. Since I also had a career I doubted that she'd lose much. It was most likely that she'd end up with primary financial responsibility for the girls. I couldn't imagine that was a serious concern for her. While Jackie enjoys the things money can buy, money itself has never been a big motivator for her. Sex and power are her passions and of course, family. 

Cuckold, insecurity is thy middle name. I smiled. It should be; cuckold, groundless insecurity is thy middle name. I knew Jackie. Nothing mattered more to her than her family and that family included me. 

I'm sure there are naysayers who would eagerly point out that Jackie cheated on me for over eight years and I didn't know it. To those people I would say I did know it; I just chose not to recognize it. There's a big difference.

Yes, Jackie did lie to me, but in her mind it was the lesser evil. Knowing everything I now know, I have to agree with her. If she hadn't lied to me we wouldn't be together and we wouldn't have Cassie and Monica. That would be untenable.

No, when it came to things that really mattered; Jackie was trustworthy and that made Connie and Nattie trustworthy too. I smiled. I had three people who cared about me and that knowledge makes the fears, insecurities and doubts that plague all of us insignificant. 

I glanced at the clock on the fireplace mantel. It was 7:30. Phil's arrival was imminent.

I sat on the couch. As I waited I thought about Jackie. It was 7:30. She'd been with Clayt for over an hour. I assumed that she'd already given him a blow job. She'd been very clear that when she got to his hotel room that was the first thing she was going to do.

I had a momentary attack of jealousy. Once again another man was getting something I'd been denied. Remembering my recent conversation with Connie, I quickly rejected that thought. Jackie had never deliberately deprived me of anything. Her neglect was an inadvertent side effect of the dual life she'd been trying to lead. 

Feeling better, I relaxed and let my submissive cuckold desires flow freely. My wife was in a hotel room with another man. She'd most likely already sucked his cock and by now they were probably fucking. For several years this had been my secret fantasy. Now that it was actually happening it seemed to me that I should try to let go of my inhibitions and enjoy it.

Reaching down, I felt the chastity cage that confined my penis and turned me into a temporary eunuch. Excitement rippled through me as I thought about the pleasure Mr. Taylor must be experiencing with my wife while at the same time, I was required to wait patiently at home with my penis locked in a plastic cage. It was a cage designed to prevent me from even enjoying the simple pleasure of masturbation, a pleasure freely enjoyed by any teenaged boy with a stack of dirty pictures or an active imagination. To a submissive masochistic cuckold this was the excitement of denial in its most intense form.

I laughed. I really was one kinky son of a bitch; but then so were my wife, her mother and her sister. We were damn lucky that we'd found each other. I laughed again as I realized that was exactly what Connie had been trying to tell me for the past two days.

I thought about the past two and a half days. While I'd certainly been on an emotional roller coaster I had to admit that excluding our wedding day and the days our girls were born, these last days were turning out to be the most exciting time of my life. 

I liked being a submissive cuckold and I liked being Jackie's servant. That was all there was to it. If Jackie liked that arrangement too, then why shouldn't we be able to live that way? I now knew that was what I wanted.

I understood that it was going to be difficult. There were going to be times when jealousy and insecurity wormed their way into my psyche. While I realized that was inevitable, I also knew that Jackie loved me and I was confident that knowledge would help me weather any attack of emotional doubt that might plague me.

I remembered Jackie saying that she was planning to tell Mr. Taylor about our relationship. I wondered if she'd done it. She'd also told me that she might call. I think she was hoping to get Mr. Taylor to thank me for allowing him to fuck her. That would be humiliating, deliciously humiliating. I felt my penis straining to expand in the confines of its plastic cage. Damn, I really was a kinky son of a bitch and my wife was every bit as kinky as I was. Life was definitely turning out to be fun.

And then the front doorbell rang. Phil Harper had arrived. I was about to meet my first bull. Suddenly panic stricken, I froze. The doorbell rang again. Pulling myself out of my state of panic I stood up and hurried across the room. I didn't want to keep Connie's guest waiting.

When I reached the door I stopped. I took one long slow breath to help me gather my courage and then I pulled the door open.

Phil Harper was a tall man, at least six foot three or maybe even four. While he was at least forty, he still had a full head of long wavy dark brown hair that he wore combed straight back. Clean shaven, he had a chiseled jaw and deep blue eyes that appeared to be full of life. He wore a tight fitting knit shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders, well-muscled torso and narrow waist. It was easy to see why women found him attractive. He was a handsome man.

As soon as he saw me he smiled and said; "Hi, I'm Phil Harper. I'm supposed to meet Connie Reid here."

Deciding to fully play my role, I nodded and said; "Good evening Mr. Harper, Madam Constance is expecting you. Please come in."

Laughing, Phil stepped into the house and said; "Madam Constance? Damn that woman does know how to play a game."

Still playing my role, I said; "Sir, Madam Constance is getting dressed. Please come into the living room and make yourself at home."

As I led Phil into the living room he said; "You must be Artie."

I stopped and turned so I was facing him. "Yes sir, I am. I'm Ms. Jacqueline's Conners personal servant."

Phil put his arm around my shoulder. "Artie, Can we take a break for a moment?"

"Yes sir, of course we can."

Shaking his head, Phil said; "No, if we're taking a break I'm Phil, all right?"

Nodding, I said; "Jackie and I call it a time-out."

"That works for me, I'm calling time-out."

I smiled. "Okay Phil."

Smiling back at me, Phil said; "Artie, I'm Phil Harper. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

I looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Finally meet me?"

"Artie; Connie, Jackie, Nattie and I are all members of a rather loosely organized sex club. We get together once or twice a month. Our meetings are actually parties."

"Jackie, Connie and Nattie have all told me about the club."

"The parties are sex parties."

"I know."

"All of us are friends, so we also take some time to fill each other in on what's happening in our lives. Artie; Jackie, Connie and Nattie describe you as the greatest man that's ever walked the face of the earth."

Suddenly feeling like I was being pandered, a wave of bitterness surged through me. "And that's why Jackie was fucking you and a host of other men for the past several years."

We stared at each other. After a moment Phil said; "I'm sorry, I deserved that. I know that you just learned about all of this a couple of days ago. I should have been more sensitive."

Shaking my head, I said; "No I'm sorry, I've already discussed all of this with Jackie, Connie and Nattie. It's just that I'm still a little touchy about it."

Nodding, Phil said; "And I sounded like I was schmoozing you."

"Yeah a little bit."

"Maybe I was, but it wasn't to con you. Artie, all three of them really do love you."

"I know."

"Do you?"

"Yeah I think I do."

"I'm glad, because it's true."

I smiled.

Phil smiled back and then he said; "So you seem to have found a niche as a submissive cuck."

"I guess so."

"Your answer suggests that you're still having a little difficulty coming to grips with your new position."

"Our culture doesn't applaud wimps who get a thrill from seeing other men fuck their wives."

Shaking his head, Phil said; "No it doesn't, hell our culture doesn't extol the virtues of anyone who deviates even a little bit from a very narrowly defined norm."

"Aint that the truth."

"Our sex club does."

"What do you mean?"

"Our sex club celebrates the diversity of sexual preferences. Our motto is, if you're consenting adults and no one is being seriously injured, it's all good."

"Seriously injured?"

Phil shrugged. "I have a good friend, his name is Teddy,"

"Connie mentioned him."

"Nothing excites Teddy more than watching his wife suck my cock while my wife whips him."

"Does that happen very often?"

"At least once a week."

"Damn."

"All four of us are also close friends."

"Connie told me that you and Teddy were friends."

"All four of us are close friends. Artie, once a month Teddy's wife, Linda gives him a fantasy night. It's a night when Linda tries to show him how much she really loves him. On fantasy nights Linda will do anything for Teddy, nothing within reason is off the table. Do you know what he always chooses?"

"I have no idea."

"My wife Janice and his wife, Linda take turns sitting on Teddy's face while the other one sucks his cock."

Laughing, I said; "I've never met your wife or Linda, but the idea sounds pretty hot to me."

Phil patted my back. "Artie my friend, that was spoken like a true cuck."

"Okay, so what would you choose?"

"I'd take turns fucking them while the other one licks my balls and my ass. We do that a couple of times a month and we always make Teddy watch."

"Damn."

Phil grinned. "Fuckin A; Teddy loves being a cuck, I love being a stud. The world is a wonderful place, everyone's happy."

"Connie told me that your wife sleeps with other men."

"That's right, so what? Hell, she even has a boyfriend. She's with him right now."

"Doesn't that bother you?"

"Why should it? Janice loves me. Joel, her current boyfriend, is just a little bit of fluff on the side. Teddy's wife Linda is my girlfriend. We've been seeing each other for about a year and a half. We're good friends, but we don't love each other. Linda is madly in love with Teddy, I'm madly in love with Janice and Janice is madly in love with me. All four of us know that. Artie, Jackie enjoys fucking other men, but you're the only man she'll ever love."

"Yeah, I think I know that too."

"I hope you do, because it's the truth."

Phil and I turned. Connie was standing in the doorway to the hall that led to the bedrooms. She was wearing a flowered silk robe that belonged to Jackie.

Smiling, Connie said; "Hi Phil."

"Hi Connie, how are you tonight?"

"I'm having a wonderful evening. My daughter's slave just finished bathing me."

Phil grinned. "You and Jackie are bringing him along quickly."

"He's eager to learn, that helps." Connie paused. she looked at Phil for a moment and then she turned to me and said. "Cuckboy, Mr. Harper doesn't appear to have a beer. Do you have an explanation for that lapse of hospitality?"

Feeling like I'd let Connie down, I nervously stammered; "I'm sorry ma'am, we were talking. I guess I forgot."

Phil intervened. "Connie, it was my fault. I wanted us to get to know each other a little before we started playing games, so I called a time-out. Artie told me that was the phrase you were using."

Slowly nodding, Connie said; "Of course, I should have realized that from the tone of the conversation I heard when I entered the room."

Connie walked over and put her arm around me. "I'm sorry Artie; this domination game is new to me too. I was trying to be a strict mistress. Now it's clear that I misread the situation."

Shaking my head, I said; "No Madam Constance, you were completely within your rights to call me on my breach of courtesy. Time-out or not, Mr. Harper is a superior and your guest. You assigned me the task of greeting him and seeing to his comfort. I should have taken care of that before we started our conversation. I let you down, I'm sorry. I'll willingly submit to any punishment that you feel is appropriate."

"Artie honey, let's call this a learning experience for both of us. While I have to admit that the prospect of punishing you is exciting, Jackie is your real mistress. The first time you're punished she should be the one who does it."

Turning to Phil, Connie asked; "Do you agree?" It was clear that she was looking for guidance from her more experienced friend.

Phil nodded. "Yes and I think you handled this situation competently. If Linda was here I'm certain she would tell you that while a dominant needs to be firm, she also has to be judicious. You were just judicious."

Connie smiled.

Phil turned to me. "Artie, I think it's time for us to end our time-out."

"Yes Mr. Harper, I agree."

"Good. Connie, I would love a beer and knowing you, I'll bet you'd like a glass of white wine."

Looking at me, Connie said; "Cuckboy, a beer for Mr. Harper and a glass of pinot grigio for me. We'll be in Jackie's office."

As I hurried to the kitchen to get the drinks I wondered why Connie was taking Mr. Harper to Jackie's office and then the answer dawned on me. That was the only room in the house with a door that locked. Connie was planning to play with Mr. Harper and she wanted to be certain that curious little girls weren't going to wander into the room while they were playing.

In the kitchen I poured a glass of pinot grigio for Connie and opened a beer for Mr. Harper. After pouring the beer into a glass I placed it, Connie's glass of wine and several napkins on a tray and quickly carried the tray to the office. I didn't want to keep my superiors waiting.

When I reached the office the door was closed. I knocked.

From inside Connie said; "Come in Cowboy." She was being careful; the girl's bedroom was just down the hall. I suppose we wouldn't have had to have been so careful if we'd gone down to my room in the basement, but then the girls would have been out of earshot. Connie and I both wanted to be close enough to hear the girls if they needed us.

I opened the door and walked into the room. Phil was sitting in Jackie's leather reading chair. He was still wearing his knit shirt, but his shoes and socks were on the floor next to his chair and his trousers and undershorts were lying in a heap on the top of Jackie's desk. It was obvious that he'd undressed quickly.

Connie had taken off Jackie's silk robe. It was lying on the desk next to Phil's trousers. All she was wearing was a garter belt, nylon stockings and her spike heeled pumps. She was kneeling on the floor between Phil's legs. Both of her hands were wrapped around his amazingly large and very erect cock.

Turning to me, Connie said; "Set our drinks on the table next to Mr. Harper and then lock the door and stand over by the wall. It's time for you to see how a woman treats a real man."

I set their drinks on the side table and locked the door to Jackie's office. 

As I was about to take my place by the wall, Connie said; "Cuckboy, straighten our clothing."

Feeling incredibly submissive, I obediently folded Mr. Harper's trousers, his boxer shorts and the silk robe Connie had been wearing. After carefully laying everything back on Jackie's desk I withdrew to my place by the wall. I was standing about six feet to Mr. Harper's right. This position provided me with an unobstructed view of both Connie and Phil.

As soon as I was settled Connie said; "Watch carefully cuckboy, this is what Nattie and I and of course, Jackie; always do for our stallions." Connie had emphasized the words, "and of course Jackie". She was taunting me. Her choice of the word stallion rather than playmate or male friends was another deliberate barb. 

Earlier that evening, just after we'd had our talk about why Jackie had been neglecting me; Connie had offered to slow down the teasing and denial until I was feeling more secure about my role as a cuckold. She'd even offered to remove my chastity cage.

I'd asked her not to do that. In fact, instead of easing off I'd urged Connie to intensify the teasing and denial. Living as Jackie's submissive cuckold was my fantasy and now that it was becoming a reality I wanted to experience it to the fullest extent possible. I was regaining my confidence in Jackie's love for me and if I did have a relapse of insecurity I knew that I could always call time-out. 

Connie was watching me. Well aware that she was pushing my limits, she was trying to gauge my reaction to her taunts. 

Realizing that I needed to reassure her, I winked.

Connie laughed.

Phil saw my wink too and said, "It looks to me like everyone is doing just fine."

Connie was noticeably relaxed, but she still gave me another quick glance.

I nodded to her.

She smiled at me and then she turned back to Phil and gave the massive head of his cock a long sloppy wet kiss. 

Grinning, Phil said; "Oh yeah baby, that's exactly what this bad boy needs."

Connie looked up at him. While she gave his cock several firm strokes she coyly asked; "Is a kiss really all you need?" Clearly, I wasn't the only one who was being teased.

Phil laughed. "You know it's not baby. Now let's show cuckboy over there what a hot slut you really are."

Feigning shock, Connie said; "Oh my, what do you want me to do?"

I smiled. It was apparent that Connie and Phil were good friends who took great delight in playing with each other.

Phil said, "I want you to suck my dick."

Giggling, Connie said; "What a lovely idea." And then she parted her lips and took the large head of Phil's cock into her mouth.

And that temporarily ended the playful teasing. Phil rested his head on the back of Jackie's easy chair and closed his eyes while Connie started sucking him in earnest.

I watched in rapt silence.

After several minutes Connie took Phil's cock out of her mouth and slowly stroked it with both of her hands. While she stroked it she said; "Look at it cuckboy. Isn't it magnificent? See how it has a little upward curve to it. That's what happens to really big cocks when they get hard and believe me, right now this cock is rock hard."




Jackie and Artie Ch. 10



She kissed and then licked the sensitive spot right under the head of Phil's cock.

Laughing, Phil said; "Connie honey, you have a wicked tongue."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Hell no, as far as I'm concerned you can lick me there for the rest of the night."

Connie kissed and licked Phil's cock again and then still stroking it, she said; "Jackie does this too."

Phil nodded. "Yeah she does and she's almost as good at it as you are."

"Cuckboy, I'll bet she did this for Clayt tonight. Do you think he enjoyed it?"

I didn't respond. At that moment I was incredibly nervous, unbelievably aroused and completely befuddled. 

"Cuckboy, I asked you a question. It's not polite to ignore your superiors."

In an attempt to regain some composure, I took a deep breath. It helped. I managed to stammer out a rather pathetic; "Madam Constance, I don't know."

"You don't know? Let me ask you an easier question. Do you think Jackie sucked Clayt's cock tonight?"

Realizing that Connie was trying to make this a cuckold fantasy session for me, I relaxed. "Yes ma'am, I'm sure she did."

"Do you think he enjoyed it?"

Getting into the spirit of her game, I eagerly answered; "I hope so."

Connie raised her eyebrows in amazement. "You hope so? That's a funny thing to say. We're talking about your wife sucking another man's cock."

Shaking his head, Phil said; "No it's not, Artie's a cuck. He wants Jackie and her dates to have a good time. It's important to him; at least that's what Teddy tells me."

"Is that true Artie?" Connie now sounded like an inquisitor.

Suddenly feeling ashamed of my deviant cuckold desires, I shrugged. I'm sure my face had turned deep shade of crimson.

Phil intervened; "Connie, you're embarrassing him."

Connie thought for a moment and then she said; "You're right. Artie, please forgive me. I was trying to play with you; but then well I got curious and then I guess I was being kind of judgmental. Artie I really am sorry. I don't ever want to judge anybody's sexual inclinations, especially yours." 

She sighed; "Who am I to judge anybody? I destroyed two marriages. Artie..."

"Time-out." I interrupted Connie.

Connie nodded.

I said; "It's okay, I understand. In fact, I'm glad you asked."

"You are? Why?"

"Connie, if this is going to work, we have to try to understand each other. It's important that I understand that you, Jackie and Nattie can enjoy sex with a man without developing an emotional attachment and..."

Smiling, Connie said; "And we need to understand that you not only want Jackie to enjoy her playmates, you want her playmates to enjoy her too."

Still feeling ashamed, I quietly said; "I suppose that's part of my masochism."

Connie shook her head. "No Artie, it just is and that's all that matters. Explanations shouldn't be necessary. For a moment I forgot that, please forgive me."

"Apologies shouldn't be necessary either; but if it makes you feel better, you're forgiven." I winked at Connie.

She grinned and said; "Artie I love you."

"I love you too Connie."

"All right, we're all happy again. Can we end the time-out and get back to the sex game. I was getting a great blow job and right now my dick is so hard that I'm afraid that if somebody bumps it, it might shatter."

Chuckling, I said; "That's pretty hard."

"Damn right it is cuckboy and at this moment I'm in desperate need of a set of feminine lips to ease my distress."

Connie laughed. "Big boy, I'm just as eager to finish that blow job as you are; but before I can do that I have to be sure that Artie and I are okay."

"All right, let's get busy doing some serious reassuring."

I smiled.

Connie asked, "Artie, are you sure you're okay?'

"Yeah Connie, I'm good. How about you?"

"I'm okay too." She giggled. ""But I'll be a lot better when I have Phil's cock back in my mouth."

"Shall we end our time-out?"

Connie smiled. "I'm ready if you are."

"Madam Constance, the time-out is officially ended."

Connie turned to Phil. "Are you and your hot rod ready to go?"

"Baby my seat belt is fastened and my engine is revving."

"Then it's time to hit the accelerator." Connie slipped Phil's cock back into her mouth and started sucking him with a passion I'd never imagined. It was obvious that my mother relished giving head.

Watching her blatant display of wanton sexuality inflamed my own arousal. Overwhelmed with the desire for some sexual stimulation of my own, I unconsciously reached down to touch my penis. Of course I found it locked in a plastic cage.

I realized that while Connie and Phil were ardently enjoying each other, I was now prohibited from indulging in even the meager pleasure of solitary masturbation. The significance of that new awareness ignited my masochism. My excitement spiraled. Recognizing that as a cuckold my sexual involvement with others was now mostly going to be limited to passive voyeurism, I leaned back against the wall and continued watching Connie suck Mr. Harper's cock.

Suddenly I heard footsteps in the hall. I turned. Connie stopped sucking Phil's cock and also turned. Phil sat up. All three of us watched and listened.

Someone tried to open the door to Jackie's office. It was of course locked. We heard the sound of a key being inserted into the lock. We waited.

A second later the door opened and Jackie stepped into the room. She surveyed the scene in front of her and said; "I seem to have found a kinky little party. May I join you?"

Connie smiled and said; "Of course dear, would you like to take my place?"

Jackie shook her head. "No thank you mom. I rarely get to watch you and when it comes to giving head, you're a grand master and I still have a lot to learn." She walked over to me and put her arm around my waist. "Besides, right now I want to focus my attention on my sweetie."

"Jackie it's been a while, but if memory serves me right you're a bit of a grand master yourself."

Smiling, Jackie said; "Thanks Phil, you always were a charmer. I've missed you and now that I see your magnificent cock again I have to admit that I miss you even more."

"I've missed you too Jackie. Why don't we try to get together?"

"Rumor has it that Janice, Linda and my mom have taken all the spots on your dance card."

"They've taken most of them, but I'll always have an open spot for you."

"I'm free Tuesday; we could have lunch together at the Kings Inn Motel."

Phil grinned. "I love having lunch at the Kings Inn and while I do believe that I'm free Tuesday, I really should check with my secretary first."

"Can you let me know tomorrow?"

"Certainly."

"Why don't you call Artie and let him know. You can call him tomorrow on his cell phone after his last class ends at 2:30."

Jackie turned to me. "You don't mind keeping track of my dates for me, do you Sweetie? After all, you are my servant. It seems like an appropriate duty."

I was completely unglued. My wife had just returned from an evening of sex with another man. When she arrived home she'd walked into her private office and found me watching her mother giving a blow job to a man she'd partied with in the past. Jackie then proceeded to make a motel lunch date with this man for the following Tuesday and announced to me that I was now going to be in charge of keeping the calendar of her dates. Speechless, I stared at my wife.

Recognizing my state of disarray, Jackie said; "Sweetie, you're overwhelmed right now, aren't you."

I quietly answered, "Yes ma'am."

Jackie turned to Phil. "Phil honey, I think it might be better if tomorrow you call my cell and leave a message. Connie has my number."

Phil nodded.

Realizing that this was not what I wanted, I quickly pulled myself together and said; "No Ms. Jacqueline, it will be okay. Mr. Harper can call me tomorrow afternoon. You're right; keeping track of your dates is an appropriate duty for me. I want to do it, please."

Jackie studied me. After a moment she said; "Artie honey, are you sure. I don't want to push you too fast."

I took a deep breath and said; "Yes ma'am, I'm sure. I'm absolutely sure."

"Very well then." Jackie turned back to Phil. "Phil, you can call Artie on his cell phone tomorrow after 2:30."

Connie said; "I've got his number. I'll give it to you later." 

Once again Phil didn't say anything, he just nodded. It was clear that he understood that Jackie and I were going through a period of change and growth. I was impressed by the remarkable sensitivity he was demonstrating. It was easy to understand how he'd managed to become good friends with his girlfriend's cuckold husband. 

Looking at Jackie, Connie said; "Honey, earlier tonight Artie and I had a long talk about all of this. Things are happening quickly, but I think that's his preference. This is the lifestyle he wants. While he realizes that at times it's going to be an emotional challenge for him, he wants to begin living this life as quickly as he can. He doesn't want us to slow the transition; he wants us to speed it up. He wants us to push him. He wants to be your submissive cuckold husband."

Jackie turned to me. "Is that true Artie?"

"Yes ma'am, it is." And then I smiled at Connie. "Thank you Madam Constance, that was an extremely well-articulated summary of my feelings."

Connie grinned. "Thank you Artie, I think that's the nicest compliment I've ever been given."

"Hey, I've told you that you have fabulous tits." The twinkle in Phil's eyes betrayed him. It was apparent to all of us that he understood exactly why Connie had been so pleased by my compliment. She was used to men telling her that she was sexy and beautiful. I'd just implied that I thought she was smart. He was teasing his good friend.

Playfully slapping his erection, Connie said; "Be thankful you have this big beautiful cock, because with an attitude like that you could easily end up with Rosie and her five friends as your only sex partner."

Phil politely bowed his head and said; "Madam Constance, please forgive my impetuous comment. While you are certainly a beautiful and sexually desirable woman, I have always felt that your intellect is your most attractive quality,"

Connie laughed. "Oh that's much better. You deserve a reward." She leaned forward, slipped Phil's cock into her mouth and started sucking him again.

Phil winked at me. I grinned.

Next to me, Jackie said; "I want to know about this new name, Madam Constance. Where did that come from?"

Momentarily taking Phil's cock out of her mouth, Connie said; "Artie came up with it. I like it. We decided that from now on unless we're around the girls, that's how he's going to address me." She put Phil's cock back in her mouth and resumed sucking him.

Jackie said; "I like it too." And then she turned to me and said; "It appears that you and my mother have had a very interesting evening. Later I'd like to hear more about it; but right now I want both of us to watch. I rarely get to see my mother in action and when it comes to giving head, she really is an artist"

Phil nodded. "You got that right."

The entire time we were talking Connie had kept her hand wrapped around Phil's cock. Once she started sucking him again it didn't take her long to make him cum.

I also suspected that since Jackie was now at home Connie wanted to finish Phil as quickly as she could so they could leave us alone. They also had an exciting evening planned for themselves and I was certain they wanted to get to Connie's house so they could get down to some serious sex.

When Phil came Connie kept his cock in her mouth. Jackie had told me that she, Connie and Nattie all felt this was extremely personal and only did it for men who were good friends. Phil was of course a very good friend.

As soon as he was finished ejaculating Connie stood up and walked directly over to me. She was keeping her lips tightly sealed. Jackie and I both knew why.

Jackie said; "Artie, I do believe my mother wants to give you a kiss." 

I nervously nodded. "Yes ma'am." 

While consuming another man's cum is a big part of the submissive cuckold fantasy, reading about it and actually doing it are two distinctly different acts. For the first time in my life I was confronted with actually doing it and I was wavering. I was certain Phil was healthy, so I knew it wasn't going to hurt me. I also knew that people swallowed semen all the time. My concerns were purely psychological.

And then I remembered Connie's earlier words. "This is the lifestyle he wants. While he realizes that at times it's going to be an emotional challenge for him, he wants to begin living this life as quickly as he can. He doesn't want us to slow the transition; he wants us to speed it up. He wants us to push him. He wants to be your submissive cuckold husband."

While Connie had been flattered when I told her that was an extremely well-articulated summary of my feelings, I hadn't been trying to flatter her. It really was a well-articulated summary of my feelings. Now I had to remember the feelings I'd expressed to Connie that had led her to make that assessment. 

It was easy and the recollection helped. I wanted to be Jackie's submissive cuckold husband and submissive cuckold husbands always submitted to the indignation of cleaning up their hot wives after they were finished enjoying their stallions.

The day after tomorrow Jackie was going to be entertaining her friend Ron in our house and I was going to be present. The extent of my role was still being decided, but Jackie had made it abundantly clear that I was going to be required to clean her up. She wasn't talking about using wash cloths and towels.

Realizing that this wasn't a question of will I lick up another man's cum, but rather how soon will I start doing it; I decided that now was as good a time as I was ever going to find. I was with three open minded people I liked and trusted. I nodded to Connie. 

Smiling, she placed a hand on each side of my face, pulled me to her and pressed her lips against mine.

Next to me, Jackie whispered; "Open your mouth Artie."

I obeyed.

I felt Connie push her tongue into my mouth. It was coated with a slimy bland goo that I knew was Phil's semen. The social convention of our culture dictated that I was supposed to wretch and maybe even vomit. I didn't. While it was unbelievably humiliating, I was a submissive masochist which actually made the humiliation breathtakingly exciting. 

I kissed Connie back. She mashed her lips against mine and pushed her cum coated tongue even deeper into my mouth. I responded by greedily sucking it clean.

Next to me, Jackie said; "This is so fucking hot."

Connie broke off the kiss and stepped back. Grinning at her daughter, she said; "Yes dear, it really is."

Smiling sheepishly, I nodded in agreement. At that moment I was both aroused and ashamed.

Noticing my ambivalence, Phil stood, pulled up his pants and walked over to me. As he patted me on my shoulder, he said; "Artie, it's okay. I've watched Linda do that to Teddy lots of times. It doesn't make you less of a man." 

He laughed, "Hell, Teddy is one of the most stalwart, upstanding guys I've ever met. If I'm ever in a jam I can't think of anyone I'd rather have in my corner. I just met you, but you strike me as the same kind of guy." 

He shrugged, "Okay, a little humiliation gets you off. So what? It doesn't hurt anybody and frankly, it makes you an interesting game player. Believe me, there is nothing more boring than a swinger's party where everyone is into vanilla sex and nothing else."

Connie nodded. "That's for sure. If I know it's going to be a party like that I'd rather stay home or go to a motel. At least then my partner and I can focus all of our attention on getting each other off. If I go to a sex party, I want to do a little role playing and I want to see a little role playing."

Phil grinned. "Artie, at a sex party, Connie, Jackie and Nattie love to be sluts and they do it well."

"Janice and Linda aren't too bad either." Jackie was smiling.

Slipping her arm around Phil's waist, Connie said; "And studman here plays the role of a bad ass mother fucker better than anyone I've ever met. I love it when he makes Linda get down on her knees, unzip his pants and suck his cock while everyone else is watching."

I quietly asked, "Has Teddy ever been in the room when you did that with Ms. Linda."

Flashing me a knowing smile, Phil said; "Lots of times."

Next to me, Jackie said; "Would you like to watch a stud do that with me? Would it excite you to see your wife acting like a slut for another man?"

"Yes Ms. Jacqueline, it would." I was breathless with excitement.

Jackie leaned over and kissed my cheek. "It would excite me too sweetheart."

I smiled at her.

Connie said; "We could easily set up a little party."

Laughing, Phil said; "Connie we'll have plenty of opportunities to talk about that in the future. Right now, you need to get dressed. We should be leaving. Jackie just got home from a date and both Linda and Teddy tell me that's one of their favorite moments."

"Of course, I'll get my dress." Connie picked up Jackie's silk robe, threw it over her shoulders and hurried out of Jackie's office.

Following her, Jackie called; "Mom, I'll go with you."

After they left Phil said, "Artie why don't we wait in the living room." 

"Yes sir, that's a good idea."

I followed Phil out of Jackie's office. As we walked into the living room he said; "You really should meet Teddy."

"I'd like that."

"Do you play golf?"

"I grew up two blocks from a municipal golf course. I played a lot while I was in high school, but I haven't swung a club since I left for college. Golf requires both time and money."

Phil nodded. "When you're in college you don't have either one and I'm sure that right now most of your spare time is devoted to your girls."

"It is."

Behind us, Connie said; "Were you thinking of inviting Artie to play golf with you and Teddy Saturday morning?"

Phil and I both turned. Jackie and Connie were standing in the door to the living room. Connie was wearing her dress and carrying her garment bag.

Phil answered her. "I was. I think meeting Teddy might be helpful for him and a golf course is a nice place to get to know someone."

Jackie said; "I think that's a nice idea, but Artie and I have plans for this Saturday. Could he join you a week from Saturday?"

Looking at me, Jackie added; "Don't worry, Connie and I can take care of the girls. You do plenty of babysitting for me. You deserve a chance to get out once in a while too."

Phil turned to me. "Would you like to join us?"

"I don't have any golf clubs."

Shaking her head, Jackie said; "Artie honey, I earn a substantial salary. We can afford a new set of clubs for you."

"Really?"

"Yes sweetie, we can."

Smiling at Phil, I said; "I would love to join you."

"Good, I'll get a tee time Saturday while I'm at the course. I'll call you."

"All right." I was excited. It had been years since I played golf.

Connie walked over to me and kissed my cheek. "Artie, it was a fun evening."

"I had fun too Connie. And Phil, it was nice to meet you."

"It was nice to meet you too Artie."

Connie grabbed Phil's arm and pulled him to the front door. "Let's go big boy. That blow job got me in the mood for some serious fucking."

As they walked out the front door, Phil was laughing. "Connie, I've got a stiff proposition for you."

Giggling, Connie said; "I'm hoping for a lengthy presentation."



Jackie and Artie Ch. 11



This is the eleventh episode in a series entitled "Jackie and Artie". If you have not read the previous ten episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Jackie and Artie" is a romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative lifestyle. If this subject matter offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

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As soon as they were gone Jackie walked over, kissed me hard on the lips and said; "Hi Artie."

I smiled. "Hi Jackie, did you have a good time tonight?"

"I did. Did you have fun with my mom? She certainly had a good time."

"Did she tell you that?"

"Yes she did. I gather you gave her a bath. Did you enjoy doing that?"

"Yeah, I really did." I paused for a second and then I asked, "Was that okay?"

"Yes sweetheart, that was fine." Jackie kissed my forehead. "Considering what I did tonight I think it would be a little hypocritical if I objected."

I shook my head. "No I'm your cuckold. You have every right to expect me to be faithful to you."

"While I freely play with as many different men as I want?"

"That's right."

"Artie, that is so hot."

"I think it is too."

"Do you Artie? Do you really?"

"Yeah I really do."

Reaching down, Jackie cupped her hand over my penis and balls. As she felt my new chastity cage, she said; "You're really wearing it. Mom said you were, but I had to feel it to believe it. Is it uncomfortable?"

"Not really, it feels strange; but I'm getting used to it."

"I want you to wear it whenever I'm on a date. Will you do that for me?"

"Does that include Tuesday when you're with Mr. Harper at the motel?"

Immediately understanding the significance of my question, Jackie said; "Will you wear it while you're at school?"

My initial reaction was to say that I'd rather not, but I didn't answer right away. Instead I paused to consider the question. Since I didn't wear tight trousers it was highly unlikely that anyone would notice it. While using a public lavatory could be a problem, it wouldn't be an issue at school. The faculty lounge had private restrooms with locking doors. After a moment I came to the conclusion that there really weren't any valid reasons that I shouldn't wear the chastity cage at work. 

Looking at Jackie I said; "Yes I'm willing to do that."

"Really?"

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

"I'll give you a key so you can take it off if something happens."

Shaking my head, I said; "I doubt anything will happen, but I'll keep a heavy wire cutter in my desk. The lock on this thing is purely symbolic. I can easily cut it off."

Jackie smiled. "That way I'll know if you do take it off. I like that."

"I won't take it off unless it's absolutely necessary."

"I know that, but it's more fun for me if I'm sure you were wearing it all day. It makes me feel powerful."

"And wearing it makes me feel submissive."

Giggling, Jackie said; "Let's go into my bedroom and play. Right now I'm in the mood to make you feel very submissive."

Bowing politely, I said; "Yes ma'am."

Jackie extended her hand and said; "Come on cucky, it's playtime."

As I was about to take Jackie's hand I noticed her outfit and paused. Until that moment there had been so much happening that what she was wearing hadn't registered on me. Now it did. She was dressed in a pair of dark gray flannel slacks, high heels and a conservative white ruffled blouse that buttoned at the neck.

Surprised by her straitlaced attire, I said; "Tonight's outfit is quite a change from the clothes you wore to the Goldenrod last night."

Jackie nodded. "Last night I was trying to attract a date. Tonight I already had one. Clayt knew he was going to get laid. My choice of outfit didn't make any difference to him at all. Regardless of what I was wearing, the moment I entered his room he was going to start undressing me. On the other hand, the Calvert is a conservative hotel. They take a dim view of unescorted women walking through their lobby dressed like sluts."

"But last night..."

"When I crossed the lobby last night I was with Clayt. He was staying at the hotel. I was his guest. That's an entirely different situation. Artie, there are times when it's better to be subtle."

"I see." I paused. After a moment I smiled and asked, "So did he?"

"Did he what?"

"Start undressing you the moment you entered his room?"

Laughing, Jackie said; "Not quite, he kissed me first."

"Was it a passionate kiss?"

"You are eager to hear the details, aren't you?"

I grinned sheepishly.

Jackie kissed my forehead and said; "Don't worry Cucky, I'm going to tell you everything; but first let's move into my bedroom and get a little more comfortable. I also want to see how you did with your assignment."

Taking my hand, Jackie pulled me out of the living room. I eagerly followed her. As soon as we were inside her bedroom she let go of my hand and started unbuttoning her blouse.

Excited, I stood still and watched her.

Chuckling, Jackie said; "Artie honey, this will be a lot more fun if you take off your clothes too."

Feeling a little abashed about needing a prompt to get undressed, I quickly pulled off my tee shirt. As I was taking off my pants I asked; "Did Mr. Taylor undress you tonight?"

"He tried, but I had to intervene. He was so aggressive that I was afraid he might tear this blouse. It's one of my favorites so I undid the buttons for him."

Jackie slipped her blouse off of her shoulders. As she laid it on the bed she added; "He did unfasten my brassiere and take that off."

"You told me he was a breast man."

"He is."

"I'll bet he enjoyed taking off your bra."

"Believe me, he did and so did I. As soon as he took it off his hands were all over my tits. Artie, Clayt has big strong fingers. He started kissing me again and while we kissed he kneaded and squeezed my breasts with those powerful hands."

"Did you enjoy that? I mean didn't it hurt?"

"Hurt?" Jackie giggled. "No, it didn't hurt at all. Clayt's a gentleman. He's not really rough. He's just aggressive. He was taking me Artie. It's fun to be taken by a strong forceful man."

"I see." Realizing that I could never be a strong forceful man like Mr. Taylor a twinge of sadness wormed its way into my mind. My mood change was reflected in my voice. 

Noticing my momentary sorrow and understanding its cause, Jackie kissed my cheek and whispered; "Don't worry Artie, while men like Clayt are exciting, I wouldn't want to spend my life with one of them. I want to share my life with a man who has a sweet, gentle soul; a man like you."

Smiling, I said; "You let Mr. Taylor fuck you tonight, but you came home to me."

"That's right. I'll always come home to you."

"I believe that."

"Would you like to fuck me tonight? You can."

"Aren't you too tired?"

"Artie, I have never been too tired for you. I did get confused and neglect you for a while. I still don't fully understand how that happened." 

Jackie looked at me imploringly. "Please believe me when I tell you that it wasn't deliberate. I'll regret doing it for the rest of my life and I promise that I'll try as hard as I can to never let it happen again."

"I know. Your mother and I talked about that tonight. She has some interesting ideas about why it happened."

"Really? Will you tell me?"

"I will, but not tonight. Tonight we're having fun. Tonight all that matters is that you've made it clear to me that you didn't mean to neglect me and you regret doing it. I've already forgiven you for it."

"Have you Artie? Have you really?"

"Yes, I have." 

Jackie smiled. "That's one of the reasons you're such a special man. You're capable of forgiving, not many people are."

I shrugged. "It's just common sense to me. I love you. In a complicated situation you made a mistake. It was a mistake that I do believe you regret. I also believe you when you tell me that you're going to try to avoid ever making that same mistake again. It seems to me that I have two choices. I can continue being angry which would ultimately destroy our marriage or I can forgive you and we can keep on loving each other. The second choice seems so very preferable to me."

Hugging me, Jackie whispered; "Thank you Artie, thank you for being a wonderful man." And then she picked up my hand and placed it on her naked breast. "Wanna play with my tits studman? I'll suck your cock and then you can fuck me."

"Not tonight."

Jackie paused. After a moment she asked; "Why not tonight?"

"You just got home from a date with another man. Tonight I want to be your cuckold husband."

Stepping back, Jackie looked directly into my eyes and asked; "Are sure? Artie, I really don't want to neglect again."

"Yes, I'm very sure and you're not neglecting me."

"Do you promise to fuck me tomorrow night?"

Laughing, I said; "Yes, I promise."

"Can I suck your cock too?'

"That would be wonderful."

"Okay, tonight you can be my cuckold."

"Thank you."

Grinning, Jackie said; "You don't have to thank me. I want you to be my cuckold tonight too."

"That was our original plan."

"I know, but we got distracted. That's my fault. Artie, I feel so guilty about what I did to you."

"I understand. It's only been a day and a half. It's going to take a little time to work everything out. I'm sure we will and I think one of the best ways to accomplish that goal is to enjoy our new life style. We both want it. We've already established that, so let's enjoy it."

Jackie stared at me. After a moment she smiled and asked; "Are you sure about that cuckboy?" There was malevolence in her voice that made all the nerves in my body tingle with excitement.

I bowed my head and submissively answered; "Yes ma'am, I am."

Stepping out of her high heels, Jackie said; "Cuckboy, get down on your knees and take off my slacks." 

It was not a request.

As I dropped to my knees I looked up and saw two hickeys on Jackie's right breast and another one on her left breast.

"Mr. Taylor marked you tonight."

"Yes he did. Some men like to do that." Jackie paused. After a moment she asked; "Is that all right?"

"Actually, I think it's kind of exciting."

"So do I, it makes me feel slutty."

"You like that, don't you. That's your kink."

"Yeah, I guess it is."

"This is the first time I've ever seen hickeys on your breasts. "

"Artie, I've had to be very strict with guys. I couldn't let them do it. Think about how you would have reacted if you'd spotted a hickey on me."

"You're right."

"It still happened a couple of times."

"It did? When?"

"Are you sure you want to hear about this? I had to lie to you. I didn't want to do it, but I didn't really have any choice."

"I understand."

"It only happened twice. Both times I got sloppy and didn't pay attention to what the guys were doing."

"Please tell me."

"Do you promise you won't get mad at me?"

"I promise."

"The first time it happened was near the end of the spring semester of our senior year at Kelroy."

"We were engaged."

"Yes Artie, we were. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. We've already resolved that issue. Who was the guy?"

"Are you sure you want to hear this?"

"I'm fine. I really am. Actually it's kind of exciting."

Jackie giggled. "And that's your kink."

I grinned at her. "You got that right."

"Do you remember Greg Felton."

"The linebacker on the football team? Yeah I remember him." Suddenly angry, I asked; "Did you really let Greg Felton fuck you?"

"Artie, you promised you wouldn't get angry."

I stood up, turned my back on Jackie and walked away from her. "Yeah but Greg Felton? How could you have possibly let him fuck you?"

"You're right, Greg Felton turned out to be a jerk. Hell, that's how I ended up with the hickeys. When he asked me out, I didn't realize that. I have a thing for strong forceful men. Greg Felton was a strong forceful man and at the time that was all I knew about him. I thought he was attractive. Damn it Artie, I'm a slut. I love variety and I'm always looking for guys who might be fun. Sometimes I pick a loser and you're right, Greg Felton turned out to be a loser."

I turned and stared at Jackie. "You actually let that son of a bitch fuck you?"

"Artie, what's the matter? You obviously hate Greg Felton. Please tell me why."

"Do you remember Ricky Parker?"

"Yes, of course I do. He was one of your good friends. He was a little guy, into computers. He loved to play Dungeons and Dragons."

"That's right and he didn't have a mean bone in his body."

"I liked him. He was a real sweetie. How is he related to Greg Felton?"

"It was while we were sophomores."

"That was before we met."

"Yes it was."

"What happened?"

"It was late at night. Ricky was walking home from the mathematics department computer lab. Greg Felton and two of his buddies ran into him behind the science building. They were on their way home from a bar. They were drunk and decided to have a little fun with Ricky. By the time they were done he had three broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder."

"Oh my god! Nobody heard about that, Why?"

"Felton's parents were wealthy. They spread a lot of money around and made it go away. They actually bought off Ricky's parents. They paid all of Ricky's medical bills, picked up his expenses for the rest of the time he was at Kelroy and gave his parents enough money to pay off the mortgage on their house."

"Artie I'm sorry. If I'd known that, I never would have let him do me."

"I know."

Jackie walked over and put her arms around me. "Please forgive me. I really didn't know."

"It's okay."

"Sweetie, I'm attracted to strong virile men. Because of that I sometimes end up with guys who aren't very nice."

"Yeah, I understand."

Jackie hugged me. "You know if you're willing, you could help me."

"How?"

"You could help me screen my dates."

"I could do what?"

"When I meet a new guy you could help me decide if I really want to let him do me."

"How would I do that?"

"I'll tell you about him and we can decide together."

"What about one night stands? What about the trade shows?"

"Maybe we won't always be able to do it, but I'll bet we can do it most of the time. You told me that you enjoyed going to the Goldenrod last night."

"Yes I did."

"The next time we go, won't you want to go with us?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"You could help me pick my playmate."

"How would that work?"

"I don't know, I haven't really thought about it yet. Maybe you could sit an adjacent table. We'd be close enough so we could talk."

"Everybody would figure out that we were together."

"Would that really be so terrible?"

"It might discourage the men."

"If I'm sending out the right signals the only men who would be discouraged by your presence would be men I'm not interested in anyway."

"I don't know, it would be kind of embarrassing."

Jackie walked over to me and put one arm around my shoulder. With her free hand she reached down and started massaging my balls. My penis strained against the confines of the chastity cage. In a seductive voice Jackie whispered, "It would be embarrassing, wouldn't it. Everyone would know that you're my little cuckboy."

My breath caught.

Smiling at my obvious excitement, Jackie continued. "Maybe I'll make you sit right at the table with me. Think about that. You'd be sitting on one side of me while my new man was sitting on the other side. He'd have his arm around me. I'd be cuddled up to him. Everyone in the bar would know that we'd arrived together. Everyone would know that this other man was taking me from you."

I stared at the floor.

Jackie gave my balls a gentle squeeze. "Admit it cuckboy that would excite you, wouldn't it."

"I ah..."

"Don't be afraid, tell the truth."

Looking up at Jackie, I blurted out my answer; "Yes, you're right, it would excite me. Just thinking about it is driving me wild."

Jackie kissed me hard and said, "Artie we really are going to have fun playing together."

We grinned at each other.

After a moment, I asked; "Would you really make me do that?"

"You mean sit at the table with me while I pick up another man?"

"Yeah."

"Not until you're ready. We should gradually work up to that. I think you should sit in the bar and anonymously watch a couple more times. When you feel comfortable you can sit at an adjacent table. Eventually, when you're feeling confident about all of this you can sit at the table with me, but not until then. Sweetie, I really don't want to hurt you. Does that make sense to you?"

"Yes it does." I smiled. "When is the next trade show?"

Giggling, Jackie said; "I've created a monster."

I blushed.

Jackie kissed me and said; "It's three weeks away, but there are always men on the prowl at the Goldenrod and there are several other pickup bars in the city that cater to the married but available crowd." 

"Could we go to one of them?"

"I'd love that, but we have to line up a baby sitter first."

"You were going to call Eunice Grady."

"I'll call her tomorrow and see if she's willing to babysit. Artie, if we go to one of the other pickup bars we may have to get a motel room."

"Is one of these pickup bars located anywhere near the Kings Inn?"

Jackie smiled. "The Diamond Club is less than a block away."

"I assume that you've been there."

"Of course I have, but not very often. The Diamond is a night club. I always tried hard to limit my evening activities. I wanted to be home with you and the girls."

"We are going to have to be careful about getting carried away with all of this. We don't want to start neglecting the girls."

Nodding, Jackie said; "You're right and while The Diamond Club would be fun it would be a long evening, at least for me. If we're going to pay for a motel room I'm going to want to use it for a couple of hours."

"Maybe the guy will pay for it."

"He might, but he'll want to get his money's worth too. There's also another problem. Once we leave the club you'll be on your own until I get home. Most guys won't be willing to let you to join us."

"Yeah, you're right. Still once in a while it would be fun to watch you meet a guy and leave with him like last night." 

"That was fun, wasn't it?"

"Yeah."

"I have an idea."

"What is it?"

"We could go to Brady's Saloon."

"That sports bar?"

"Artie, it's not just a sports bar. It's also a pick up bar for the married and cheating crowd."

"It is? Is there a motel around there?"

"No, at Brady's you don't need a motel. They have a secluded back parking lot."

"Are you telling me that people fuck in their cars?"

"That's exactly what I'm telling you."

"That can't be very much fun."

"It's okay if a guy has a big SUV and he puts the back seat down."

"What if he doesn't?"

"Artie, do you promise you won't get mad?"

"Yeah, I'm done being angry. I got upset when I found out that you let Greg Felton fuck you, but I think you understand why I reacted that way."

"Yes I do."

"So what are you going to tell me?"

"Artie, I wasn't sucking your cock because I didn't enjoy doing it."

"I know, your mom and I had a long talk about that. I think I understand."

Jackie smiled. "I really do want to hear about that conversation."

"Tomorrow night."

"Okay. Anyway, the problem is, I really love sucking cocks."

"I've figured that out. I also now understand that you have a passion for sucking really big cocks."

"Artie I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I understand."

"It doesn't mean I don't love you and it doesn't mean that I don't love sucking your little cock."

"I know that."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm positive."




Jackie and Artie Ch. 11



"Good, because it's the truth."

"So how is this related to Brady's Saloon?"

"Once in a while, after a late night at work, when I know the girls are already in bed, I'll stop at Brady's."

"Okay."

"I'll meet a guy and go out to his car with him just so I can give him a blow job."

"You don't let him fuck you?"

"No, you were right. Fucking in a car really isn't all that much fun."

"Doesn't the guy get upset when he finds out he's not going to get to fuck you?"

Jackie smiled. "Artie, most guys are pretty happy with a blow job. That's especially true at Brady's."

"Why at Brady's"

"Most of the guys are married. They have to get home to their wives. All they want is a little quick fun. I let the guy play with my tits and my pussy while I suck his cock. He couldn't be happier."

"What about you? What do you get out of it?"

"A little while ago you correctly pointed out that being a slut is my kink."

I smiled. "Giving a guy a blow job in a car parked behind a bar is pretty slutty."

Grinning, Jackie said; "It really is."

"So what are you suggesting?"

"If we go to Brady's you could wait in the bar while I'm out in the parking lot. A blow job only takes about fifteen minutes."

I stared at Jackie.

She studied me. After a moment she asked; "What do you think?"

"The first time could we go in separately so the people in the bar won't know we're together?"

"Of course."

I laughed. "How soon can we go?"

"I'll call Eunice Grady tomorrow. If she's available we could go Monday after the girls are in bed."

"I can't wait."

"Will you eat my pussy when we get home?"

"I'll beg for the privilege."

"Will you want me to suck your cock or would you rather be my little cuckold for the entire evening."

"You'll get to indulge your kink. I'll want to indulge mine too."

"All right cuckboy, you'll wear your chastity cage for the entire evening. When you're finished pleasuring me with your tongue I'll take it off and allow you to masturbate into a tissue paper pussy. While you're jacking off like a little boy, you can imagine the fun I had with the man who took me out to his car."

I gasped.

Giggling, Jackie said; "I gather you like that plan Cucky."

"Yes ma'am, I do."

Jackie leered at me. "Cuckboy, I sucked a man's cock tonight. He also got to fuck me."

"Yes ma'am, I know that."

"Don't you think it's time for you to get back on your knees and finish undressing me."

"Yes Ms. Jacqueline." I dropped to my knees and reverently kissed each of Jackie's bare toes.

Staring down at me, Jackie licked her lips and commanded; "Remove my slacks Cuckboy." 

The tone of stringent authority in Jackie's voice sent a shiver of raw excitement rippling through my loins. Adopting my most servile demeanor, I looked up at her and whispered; "Yes Ms. Jacqueline." 

Jackie unfastened the clasp on her slacks. I obediently pulled them down to her ankles and held them while she stepped out of them.

Now wearing nothing but a lacy white thong, Jackie said; "Hang them in my closet and then put my blouse and brassiere in the dirty clothes basket."

"Yes ma'am." 

I stood up. As I quickly attended to the tasks I'd been assigned Jackie sat down on the foot of her bed and watched. As soon as I was finished I hurried over to her and stood at rigid attention obediently awaiting her next command.

Jackie smiled. "You really do enjoy serving me, don't you Artie."

"Yes ma'am."

"That's hard for me to understand."

I sighed.

She quickly added; "Don't misinterpret what I'm saying; I enjoy it every bit as much as you do, maybe even more. I just find it difficult to understand why anyone would willingly accept a subservient role."

"It's just the way I am."

"I could never do that."

"I know. You like to be in control. You don't want to serve, you want to be served."

"That's true."

I smiled. "We're a perfect match for each other."

Smiling back, Jackie said; "We are. We're lucky we found each other."

"And we're even luckier that we found out the truth about each other."

Jackie shook her head. "I'm sorry I lied to you Artie, I really I am."

"I know, but I think I now understand why you did it and that helps. In a way I lied to you too. I think I also lied to myself."

Nodding, Jackie said; "I think we've both been aware of the truth for a long time. We just couldn't admit it to each other or even to ourselves."

"I believe you're right."

"Artie, do you trust me?"

"Yes, I do." I answered without hesitation.

"Even though I lied to you?"

"You weren't trying to hurt me with your lies."

"I was trying to deceive you."

"You thought that was the only way I'd stay with you."

"Thank you for understanding."

I shrugged.

Jackie said; "I love you Artie."

"I know. I love you too."

"Were you jealous tonight, because I was with Clayt?"

"No I wasn't jealous, but when I thought about what you were doing with him I was envious."

"You were envious of Clayt?"

"Yes, of course I was."

"I suppose that's inevitable. Did it bother you or did you enjoy it? You understand what I'm asking you."

"My masochism."

"Yes."

"It bothered me a little, but mostly I enjoyed it. It excited me."

"What excited you the most?"

"That you were sucking Mr. Taylor's cock."

"Artie my mother said that you wanted us to push you."

"Yes."

"Is that really what you want?"

"Yes it is."

"Tell me exactly what you want."

Taking a deep breath, I said; "I want to be your submissive cuckold husband."

"What does that mean to you?"

"I want to be your servant; even your slave if that would please you."

"There are times when it might, but mostly I would be satisfied if you were my servant. Tell me more."

"I want you to freely enjoy other men. I want you to enjoy them and do things with them that you refuse to do for your servant."

"Won't that hurt?"

"Yes."

"Is that what you want? Do you want me to hurt you?"

"Sometimes maybe a little, but I need to know that you love me too."

"I do love you Artie. I'll never love anyone else as much as I love you."

"I believe that. What do you want Jackie?" 

Jackie smiled at my use of her informal name. She understood. This had become a serious conversation. We were now two adults discussing our future relationship.

"Most of all I want to love you and be loved by you."

"I want that too."

"Sex is very important to me. I want to enjoy other men. I want to be a slut for other men."

I grinned. "That excites me."

Giggling, Jackie said; "I can't begin to describe how happy that makes me."

"What else do you want?"

"The idea of owning you, controlling you, dominating you is incredibly exciting to me."

"That makes me happy."

"I suspected it would."

We smiled at each other for a moment and then Jackie asked; "Artie a moment ago you said that you maybe wanted me to hurt you a little?"

Suddenly embarrassed I looked down at the floor."

Recognizing what had happened, Jackie said; "No Artie, don't be ashamed. I think it's exciting too."

I looked up at Jackie. "You do?"

"Yes, but it's also a little scary."

Chuckling, I said; "That's for sure."

"If we're going to do this were going to have to be extremely honest with each other and we have to communicate. You also have to promise to call time out if I do something that really hurts you. Artie I don't ever want to do anything that would actually cause you either emotional of physical harm."

I nodded. "Thank you."

Jackie thought for a moment and then she said; "You're going to have to trust me."

"I understand. There are times when you're going to be saying and doing things that might make me question the sincerity of your love or even your concern for me."

"That's right. You're going to have to always remember that my love for you is beyond question."

"I'll try. There may be times when I'll need you to reassure me."

"I'll need to do that too. Expressing our love for each other makes me happy. I can't imagine living in a relationship where we can't do that."

"Neither can I."

"We're going to have husband and wife nights."

"Nights when we love each other as equals."

"That's right and on those night I'm going to do all the things for you that I do for my playmates."

"I'll look forward to those nights."

"So will I and we're going to have our first one tomorrow night."

"I have a request."

"What is it?"

"On the nights when we're not equals can we pretend that the husband and wife nights don't exist?"

"You mean you want me to taunt you about all the things I do for other men that I refuse to do for you."

Shaking my head, I said; "I guess that's kind of perverted."

Jackie laughed. "Damn right it's perverted, but it's also unbelievably hot."

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes Artie, I do." 

We smiled at each other for a moment, but then Jackie sighed. Her smile disappeared and she looked away.

I asked, "What's wrong?"

Jackie didn't respond. Several seconds passed. I waited. Finally she looked at me and said; "Artie you have some sexual inclinations that many people would consider unorthodox."

After all of our discussions Jackie's statement took me by surprise. Suddenly feeling embarrassed, I said; "I'm sorry, I thought..."

Jackie interrupted me. "Artie, I wasn't being critical. I love your kinks. They're exciting and I'm so happy that you trusted me enough to tell me about them."

Sensing that there was more, I quietly said; "Okay."

Artie, you trusted me. Now I'm asking if I can trust you."

"Of course you can trust me."

"No Artie, this is a serious question."

"I'm not sure I understand what you're saying."

Artie, you admitted that you enjoy being a submissive masochistic cuckold; telling me that had to be difficult for you."

"It was."

"You trusted me. You shared your secret desires with me. I very much want to share some secrets with you, but I'm scared. I'm worried that when you hear them you'll think less of me."

"I doubt that it can be worse than acknowledging that you're a submissive pansy who gets off on hearing about other men fucking his wife."

"Artie, I love that you're a submissive pansy who gets off on hearing about other men fucking me."

"That's because you love me. I love you too. I don't believe you're capable of doing something that would make me think less of you."

"Artie, you get off on being a submissive wimp. I get off on being a nasty slut."

I smiled. "And I absolutely love having a slut wife. We feed into each other's fantasies."

"Yes, and that's exactly what I want; but..." Jackie's voice trailed off.

I pressed her; "But what?"

"Artie the night before last you asked me to tell you about the worst things I've ever done. I was afraid. While I didn't want to tell you then, I do now. I'm still afraid, but you're living your fantasy and I want to live mine."

"Why are you afraid?"

"I'm terrified that when you learn the truth you'll hate me."

"I repeat what I said to you earlier. I don't think you're capable of doing anything that would make me hate you."

"I don't know Artie."

"Have you ever murdered anyone or tortured puppies?"

"Artie, be serious."

"I am being serious. Jackie, I trusted you. Now it's your turn to trust me. Do it Jackie, right now. Tell me the worst thing you've ever done."

"You promise that you won't hate me?"

"Jackie, ten minutes ago I was kissing your feet and admitting that I was willing to be your slave."

Smiling, Jackie said; "It was pretty exciting too."

"Yes it was and now it's your turn. Open up, prove you love me."

"I do love you."

"Prove it. Tell me your deepest secret."

"You promise you won't hate me."

"I promise."

"All right, you asked for it."

"Yes I did, now trust me."

"Artie, you remember Ricky Tyler."

"Sure, He's the black basketball player who fucked you the night after we got engaged."

"Artie I really am sorry about that."

"You don't have to be sorry. It's in the past and frankly now I think it's pretty exciting."

"I hope so because there's more."

"Okay."

"That spring, after the Kelroy basketball season was over Ricky got into a three on three league at the YMCA. His teammates were two friends from his high school team, Billy Hudson and Ray Ford. The games were on Thursday night and they ended around nine o'clock. After their game Ricky, Billy and Ray always went to Benny's Saloon for a couple of beers and a plate of French fries."

I nodded.

Jackie continued. "About a month after we got engaged I ran into Ricky outside the fine arts building. We talked for a few minutes and then he asked me if we could get together again. I told him I was free that night. You were doing something with a couple of your friends."

Jackie looked at me. She was a little nervous. She'd just admitted to making a date with another guy a month after we got engaged.

I smiled at her.

Relieved, she said; "Ricky told me about his game and invited me to meet him at Benny's at 9:30. It sounded like fun so I told him I'd be there. I got to Benny's at a quarter to ten. Ricky, Ray and Billy were already there. They had a pitcher of beer and a plate of French fries."

"Benny's had good French fries."

Smiling, Jackie said; "Yes they did. Ricky introduced me to his friends. They poured me a glass of beer and we ate the French fries. Artie, Ray and Billy were both tall slender black men; but they weren't just handsome, they were also funny and charming."

"You liked them."

"Yes I did."

"How long did you stay at the bar?"

"Just till we finished the pitcher of beer and the fries."

"You and Ricky wanted to get back to his place."

"I'm sorry Artie, but we did."

"That's all right, I like being a cuckold."

Jackie giggled. "That's good, because you most definitely are a cucko..." She stopped. Shaking her head, she quickly said; "I'm sorry Artie that was rude."

"No, that was the truth and I'm finding the truth to be unbelievably exciting."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah I really am."

"I'm so glad."

"So am I, but right now I want to hear the rest of this story. You finished the beer and the fries and you were leaving the bar. What happened?"

"On the way out of the bar the guys started talking about basketball. The Spurs were playing the Lakers that night and apparently it was a big game. Ray and Billy didn't have cable, Ricky did. They asked if they could come over and watch the game. Ricky looked at me. I didn't care. By then I was pretty liberated. It didn't matter to me if there were people in the next room while a guy was fucking me."

"It was also a little slutty."

Jackie flashed me a sly grin. "Yeah it was."

I smiled.

Jackie continued her story. "On the way to Ricky's the guys stopped at a convenience store and bought two six packs of beer."

"Were they getting you drunk?"

"No I had two glasses of beer at the bar and a can of beer at Ricky's. That's not very much."

"It's a lot for you. You've never been much of a drinker."

"Alcohol isn't one of my vices."

"Actually I'm pretty sure that sex is your only vice."

"Damn right cuckboy."

"So what happened when you got to Ricky's?"

"Ray and Billy turned on the basketball game while Ricky and I went into the kitchen to put the beer in the refrigerator. The moment he closed the refrigerator door Ricky started kissing me. I was in the mood, so it was only seconds before we were making out hot and heavy."

"Did you suck his cock in the kitchen?"

Jackie stared at me for a moment and then she laughed and said; "No, but I did have my hand down the front of his pants and he did have his fingers in my pussy."

I grinned.

Giggling, Jackie said; "I'm glad you're enjoying this story."

"I am."

"That makes me very happy."

"So what happened next? Did Ricky fuck you in the kitchen?"

"He wanted to, but I wouldn't let him. I wanted to do it in his bed."

"Comfort?"

"Damn right."

"So you moved to his bedroom?"

"We did, but we had to cross the living room to get there."

"Where Ray and Billy were watching the basketball game."

"That's right and we didn't fool them. My hair was mussed. My lipstick was smeared. Ricky's shirt was unbuttoned and his big dick was making a tent that could have housed a circus in the front of his trousers."

I smiled.

Jackie said; "We tried to brazen it out; but as we were walking into Ricky's bedroom Billy laughed and said, Ray and I are going to flip a coin to see who's next."

"I gather you didn't ignore him."

"No, by then I was pretty excited and feeling really slutty; so I turned to Billy and Ray and told them that I was eager to find out who wins the toss."

"You didn't."

"Are you angry?"

"No, but I am a little amazed."

"I'm sorry Artie."

"Why are you sorry? This is a wonderful story."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"You do know what's going to happen, don't you."

"Of course I do, but I still want to hear you tell it."

"You don't hate me?"

"No, why should I. You're just reaffirming the fact that you're a sexual free spirit."

"Artie, that's a euphemism. Tell the truth, what am I?

Smiling, I said; "Okay, you're a slut."

"What kind of a slut?"

"A dirty nasty slut."

"Damn right cuckboy and you're my husband, my wimpy tiny dicked cuckold husband."

I laughed. "Enough flattery, tell me the rest of the story."

"Okay cuckboy, as soon as we got into his bedroom Ricky and I were all over each other. That's when I sucked his cock."

"I'll bet you did and I'll bet he loved it too."

Jackie grinned. "Believe me cuckboy, he did."

"Did you make him cum?"

"Not while I was sucking him. He wanted to fuck me."

"Did he?"

"Of course he did."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes Artie, I did. Ricky has a big cock and he knows how to use it."

"So what happened after he fucked you?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Jackie, I think I already know. I just want you to tell me."

"Why?"

"There's several reasons. It's a fun story and it's something you did. I love you. I want to know about everything you've ever done."

Jackie smiled.

"But there's a much more important reason."

"What is it?"

"You said it earlier. You want to tell me. I understand why and I agree. I'm getting my fantasy. You have every right to get yours too. We'd be pretty stupid if we didn't foster each other's desires. While the fact that I love you and you love me is reason enough for us to be encouraging each other, our particular inclinations just happen to complement each other perfectly."

Grinning, Jackie said; "They do, don't they."

"Yes they do."

Jackie stared at me. We were both smiling. After a moment she asked; "Do you want to hear how it happened?"

"Very much."

"It was sort of an accident."

"You encouraged the two guys when they made the joke about flipping a coin."

"Not really, I was just being silly and they knew it. They hadn't taken me seriously."

"Okay, so how did it happen?"

"When Ricky got done fucking me I was feeling pretty relaxed."

"The beers probably helped that too."

"Maybe, but they definitely had another effect. I had to pee. I actually had to go pretty bad. I'd been to Ricky's several times. I knew where the bathroom was, so I jumped up and ran. The bathroom was off the living room."

"And you ran right into the two guys watching the game."

"I'd forgotten they were there. I was naked."

"I'll bet they were surprised."

"They were. I had to go so bad that I didn't stop. I ran right into the bathroom. When I was finished peeing I realized that I was trapped. My clothes were in the bedroom."

"What did you do? Call for Ricky?"

"Artie I couldn't do that. My pride wouldn't let me. You remember what I was like when I was a senior in college. I was in to being a free spirit."




Jackie and Artie Ch. 11



"Yeah, I remember. Isadora Duncan was your hero. What did you do?"

"I decided to brazen it out. I walked right back into the living room."

"What did the guys do?"

"Ray had a coin out. As soon as I stepped into the room he tossed it. Ricky was with them. They were teasing me."

"Who won the toss?"

"Billy did and when he won the toss Ricky said, I guess I'll sit out here and watch the game. They were all laughing, but Billy didn't move."

"They were still just teasing you."

"Yes they were, so I decided to have some fun too. I looked at Billy and said, What are you waiting for? Let's go."

"That was a challenge."

"I realized it as soon as I said it."

"How did the guys react?"

All three of them stared at me. They were totally amazed. Actually I was too. I couldn't believe that I'd really said that."

"You're telling me that it was a little impulsive."

"Totally."

What happened?"

"Billy turned to Ricky and asked him if he was cool with this."

"What did Ricky say?"

"If I was cool with it, he was cool with it. Billy stood up. As soon as I saw that I realized that unless I backed down it was actually going to happen. Artie, my pride wouldn't let me back down. Deep down inside I also I wanted to do it. Anyway, a minute later Billy and I were making out on Ricky's bed. It all happened really fast. At first I was just going to give Billy a blow job, but he had a beautiful big cock and he was a sweet guy. When he stopped to put on a condom I didn't want to say no."

"You let him fuck you."

"Yes."

"Was he good?"

"Artie he was wonderful."

"Better than Ricky?"

"Not really better, just different."

"Variety."

Jackie smiled. "You know I love it." 

"After Billy was finished did Ray come in?"

"Yes he did and he was really cute. He actually knocked on the door and asked if he could have a turn too."

"You let him."

"I couldn't really say no. I didn't want to hurt his feelings. I also wanted to do it. Artie, I love sex and this was an amazing experience."

"So all three guys fucked you."

"Actually all three of them fucked me twice. When Ray was finished Ricky came back and asked if he could have another turn."

"And you let him."

"Artie, by that time I was so turned on that I would have taken on the entire basketball team."

"And when Ricky was finished Billy came back for seconds."

"And then Ray knocked on the door again."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"It was amazing. All three guys were really good lovers. The variety was exciting too. Most of all, it made me feel so free and so slutty. I think that night was the first time I really understood how exciting it felt to be a slut."

"Did you ever do it again?"

Jackie hesitated. After a moment she sighed and said; "The very next week. We made a date before we left Ricky's that night. I'm sorry Artie, I really am."

"There's no need to be sorry. I'm glad you told me. I want you to share this side of you with me. I want to be able to enjoy it with you." I took a deep breath and quietly added; "I want you to taunt me about it."

"Really?"

"Yes, and I want to say something else."

"What is it?"

"I wish I could have been there that night handing out condoms to the guys as they went into the bedroom to take their turn."

Jackie laughed. "At the time, I don't think you were ready for that; but I have to admit that it's a really hot idea."

"Did you get together with them more than just those two Thursdays?"

Jackie's smile disappeared. She stared at me.

"It's okay, you can tell me."

"We got together every Thursday for the rest of the semester."

"Was it always the same three guys?"

"Yes, we called it our secret club."

"Did they know about me?"

"Yes."

"Did you ever talk about me with them?"

"Ricky brought you up a couple of times. I told him that you were off limits. If they wanted to talk about you I'd refuse to see them anymore."

"Thank you."

"Artie, I've always loved you. I won't let any of the other men bad mouth you. I never have and I never will."

"I appreciate that."

Jackie smiled and then she asked; "Are you in the mood for a little perverted fun right now?"

"Yes please."

"So am I." Jackie stared at me. After a moment she said,"Cuckboy, who am I?" Her voice dripped with arrogance and disdain.

Every nerve in my body tingled with excitement as I answered. "You're my mistress Ms. Jacqueline."

"And who are you?"

"I'm your lowly slave cuckboy."

"What was I doing earlier this evening cuckboy?"

"You were entertaining a man in his hotel room."

"Take my panties off cuckboy." 

Jackie raised her hips. I pulled her panties down and slipped them off her feet.

"Put them in the dirty clothes. I won't need them anymore tonight."



Jackie and Artie Ch. 12



This is the twelfth episode in a series entitled "Jackie and Artie". If you have not read the previous eleven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Jackie and Artie" is a romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative lifestyle. If this subject matter offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable I strongly suggest that you find something else to read.





I hurriedly took Jackie's thong to the closet and tossed it into the dirty clothes basket. As I walked back to the bed she spread her legs and began playing with her shaved pussy. Her lips glistened with the moisture of her arousal.

I gawked.

Smiling, Jackie said; "You like looking at my slutty pussy, don't you cuckboy."

"Yes ma'am."

"It's too bad that all you get to do is look at it. I'm a slut, I let lots of men fuck me, but only men. Little cuckboys like you never get to fuck me."

I slowly nodded.

Jackie continued. "Tonight I let a man I barely know fuck me. I sucked his cock too. When was the last time anybody sucked your wimpy little dicklet cuckboy?"

Humiliated and loving every minute of Jackie's abuse, I stared at the floor.

She laughed. "It's probably been so long that you can't even remember when it happened. It's not hard to imagine why. I can't believe any self-respecting slut would be interested in sucking that little cocktail weenie you try to pass off as a dick."

Pausing for a moment, Jackie studied me. She was trying to gauge how I was reacting to her abuse. 

I winked at her. 

She grinned and said; "Little cuckboys never get to fuck a slut's pussy, but if they're obedient, respectful and well-behaved they might get to lick it. Would you like that cucky? Would you like to lick my slutty pussy?"

"Yes please."

"Are you sure? A man just finished fucking me."

"Yes, I'm very sure."

"Very sure? I'm not certain I know exactly what that means, but I think I know a way to find out. Let's see just how much you want to lick my cunt. Beg cucky, I want to hear you beg for the privilege of licking my slutty cunt."

I stared up at Jackie. She was pushing me hard and I was loving it. She stared back at me, waiting."

I took a moment to gather my courage and then after taking a long slow breath, I whispered; "Please Ms. Jacqueline, please allow me the honor of licking you?"

"Louder cucky, I didn't hear you." Jackie was toying with me.

My excitement bolstered my courage; I repeated what I'd just said, only louder. "Please Ms. Jacqueline; please allow me the honor of licking you."

"Licking me? I don't understand. Where do you want to lick me?"

"Your pussy Ms. Jacqueline, I'd like to lick your pussy."

"You mean my slutty pussy, don't you? You'd like to lick my slutty pussy? Is that what you want cucky?"

"Yes please."

"Say it."

"I want to lick your slutty pussy."

"A very handsome man just fucked me and you still want to lick my cunt?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Why Cucky?"

"Because you're my goddess. Being allowed to lick your cunt is an honor."

"An honor, I like that cucky. You want to lick my slutty cunt because you adore me, is that correct?"

"Yes Ms. Jacqueline."

"You're going to have to earn the right to worship my cunt cucky."

"How can I do that ma'am?"

Jackie pulled herself all the way up on to her bed, fluffed up a pillow, rolled over on to her stomach and laid her head on the pillow. "Get up here and kiss my ass cucky, worship my slutty ass."

I climbed on to Jackie's bed. As I positioned myself between her parted thighs and separated her full round cheeks my heart was pounding with excitement. I'd done this many times before, but this was the first time that Jackie had ever been so direct about why I was doing it. 

There are Internet stories in which people talk about ass licking for sport. For Jackie and me I firmly believe that it has always been a expression of my submission to her and her dominance over me. In the past that understanding had always been left unvoiced. Now Jackie was brazenly stating it and her overt declaration had me wildly excited. 

While it was true that Jackie had licked my ass the previous evening, she'd only done it because she was desperate to prove that she would never again deny me anything. It had definitely not been meant as an expression of submission. What I was about to do was going to be a demonstration of my subservience and both of us were eagerly anticipating the mutual thrill it was going to create. 

I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to Jackie's tiny anus.

Cooing with delight, she whispered, "Yes Artie, that's what I want. Kiss me, kiss my ass. Worship me."

Jackie's words inflamed my lust. I wrapped my arms around her hips and buried my face between her ass cheeks.

"Lick me Artie, lick my asshole. Show me that you'll do anything for me."

As I pushed my tongue into Jackie's anus she hissed, "Yes that's what I want. That's exactly what I want." At the same time she reached back between her legs and began madly rubbing her engorged clitoris.

Trying to abase myself for Jackie's pleasure I pushed my tongue as deep into her as I possibly could. This made her rub her clit even harder. 

In a desperate, but futile attempt to pleasure myself, I tried to rub my plastic encased penis against the mattress. The realization that only Jackie was permitted to enjoy actual physical gratification spurred my masochistic urges and further inflamed my passion.

Jackie madly rubbed her clit and pressed her rear into my face while I continued licking her asshole. We were working ourselves into a frantic fervor. Suddenly I felt Jackie arch her back. Every muscle in her body seemed to tense. There was a moment of absolute stillness and then Jackie screamed and her entire body began to shake. Her orgasm was volcanic.

I kept my face buried between her cheeks.

After a moment Jackie's screams of pleasure turned into low cries. Gradually the cries became soft whimpers that eventually disappeared altogether.

I sat up and watched. Jackie lay perfectly still. Her breathing was slow and easy. I waited.

Finally she rolled over, opened her eyes and smiled at me. "Artie honey that was the most powerful orgasm I've ever experienced. You don't ever have to be concerned about your skill as a lover. Baby you're the best."

"What about Mr. Clark or Mr. Taylor?"

"Sweetie, Ron and Clayt are just fucks. They're both good fucks, but they're still just fucks. They can give me orgasms, but they can't give me orgasms like that last one. You're the only one who can do that."

"The fact that they're both fucking you does enhance our fantasy."

Chuckling, Jackie said; "That is true, but it's our fantasy, not theirs. Sweetie, on the way home tonight I was absolutely gushing over what we were going to do when I got here."

"It turned out to be a pretty hot scene."

"It was a sizzling scene."

I laughed. "Alliteration, I love it; how about a seamy, sizzling, scintillating sex scene."

Jackie rolled her eyes. "God help me, I'm married to an English teacher."

We both laughed, but then well aware that our evening wasn't yet finished, our laughter died. 

Jackie stared at me. After a moment she said; "Darling?"

During the course of our relationship Jackie had used many different terms of endearment for me, but I never remembered her calling me darling. Puzzled, I stared back at her.

Jackie smiled. I had the feeling that she was enjoying my confusion. A second or two passed and then she again said; "Darling," Her tone of voice was aloof, bordering on arrogant. "I'm still feeling adventurous. Are you still feeling adventurous?"

My excitement reignited by Jackie's superior demeanor, I said; "Yes ma'am, very much."

"Good, I haven't finished telling you about my date with Clayt. Would you like to hear more about it?"

"Yes please."

Pushing the pillows at the head of her bed away, Jackie said "Lie down on your back cucky. I want to sit on your face while I tell you about it."

As I lay down every nerve in my body was tingling with excitement.

Smiling at my eager compliance, Jackie turned so that she was facing my feet. As she swung her leg over my head and sat down on my face, she said; "I really do love how you obediently follow my every direction."

I kissed her sopping pussy. Jackie responded by grinding it into my face. At the same time she reached down, grabbed my nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each her hands and gave them a vicious twist."

I winced from the pain.

Jackie giggled. "That was fun."

I felt her fingers tracing the edges of my chastity cage. "What an interesting device. It prevents you from having any fun at all, doesn't it cucky." 

I nodded.

Cupping my balls with her hand, Jackie gave them a firm squeeze and said; "Of course that isn't how you have fun, is it cucky. Your fun comes from knowing that I'm having fun. 

I tried to answer. I tried to say, yes ma'am"; but Jackie's cunt was pressed into my face so the words came out as an unintelligible grunt."

"Don't try to speak cucky, just lick my pussy and listen."

I nodded again.

"I did have fun tonight; in fact I had a wonderful time. Clayt really is a fabulous lover. I already told you about how he had my blouse and bra off seconds after I got into his hotel room. Cucky, the man was an absolute animal, sucking, licking and biting my tits. I did enjoy it, so I let him do it for a little while, but only for a little while. You see, I wanted to suck his cock, his magnificent cock."

Sighing, Jackie said; "You really are married to a slut. I love to suck big cocks. I can't seem to get enough of them."

I gave Jackie's clit a little flick with my tongue."

She giggled. "Ooo! That was nice. Are you telling me that you like having a slut wife who loves to give head?"

I gave her clit another flick with my tongue."

Laughing, Jackie said; "I'll take that as a big yes." And then she added, "If we knew Morse code this could be a very interesting conversation, at least for me."

I gave her clit a long slow flick followed by a quick short one.

"Artie, you devil, you're driving me crazy."

I gave Jackie's clit two long slow flicks.

Jackie cried, "Stop!" And then she slid her hips forward so that her ass was over my face. "I can't tell you about my date if I'm on the verge of having an orgasm. Lick me back here while I collect my thoughts."

Smiling, I pushed my tongue into Jackie's ass.

Jackie didn't move or speak. After a moment she slid her hips back so that her pussy was once again pressed into my face. "Okay, now just kiss me and gently lick me. Stay away from my clit until I've finished telling you about my date. Is that clear?"

I nodded.

"Anyway, I wanted to suck Clayt's cock; so I stepped back and told him to take off his clothes. While he was getting undressed I took off my slacks and panties. As soon as we were both naked I told him to lie down on the bed."

"Cucky when Clayt lay back on the pillows, his beautiful cock stuck straight up like an erotic tower. I nearly swooned. It was hypnotic. I kneeled on the bed next to him. At first I just stared at his erection, but only for a moment. I wanted to play with it and most of all I wanted to suck it."

As I lay there with my penis confined in a plastic cage and Jackie's dripping cunt pressed into my face; I remembered that prior to Wednesday night it had been months since Jackie had sucked my cock. I started to once again feel hurt and angry, but then I remembered Connie's explanation of what had happened and Jackie's efforts to atone for her neglect. My feelings of hurt and anger disappeared and were immediately replaced by a flood of intense masochistic cuckold desire. I closed my eyes and imagined Jackie playing with Mr. Taylor's erection.

Above me, Jackie said; "Cucky when I bent over and put that beautiful monster into my mouth I nearly orgasmed. There's something about the taste and feel of a large cock head that drives me wild."

Jackie started slowly rocking back and forth on my face. Realizing what was happening, my already rampant arousal mushroomed. My wife was telling me about sucking another man's cock. Recounting the incident was so exciting for her that she'd unconsciously started fucking my face while she was telling me. I responded by trying to lick Jackie with even more intensity.

Gasping, Jackie said, "Cucky, I sucked and licked Clayt's big cock and then I stroked it and squeezed it while I kissed and licked his balls. I love licking a man's balls while I play with his cock."

Jackie mashed her dripping cunt into my face. I pushed my tongue as deeply into her as I possibly could. Suddenly she yelled, "Suck my clit cucky. Suck me just like I sucked Clayt. Make me cum like I made him cum."

I knew exactly what my wife wanted. This was something I'd been doing for her since we met in College. I eagerly sucked her engorged clitoris into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue."

"Yes, that's what I want. Suck me cucky! Suck me just like I sucked Clayt. I made him cum cucky and when he came he shot his hot cream all over my tits. I loved it!"

Suddenly Jackie arched her back and started to scream. She was having another intense orgasm. While she was cumming she continued fucking my face. My lips, my nose and my cheeks were slick with her moisture. I kept her clit in my mouth, but stopped flicking it with my tongue. Jackie had taught me to do that when she climaxed.

As her orgasm subsided the rocking of Jackie's hips gradually slowed and then stopped. I waited with the full weight of her body still pressing down on my face. 

Jackie relaxed. I obediently continued to wait. Several more seconds passed. Finally Jackie sighed, rolled off of me and lay quietly on the bed. 

My penis was still locked in its plastic prison. I hadn't yet been permitted any release. On edge, I lay silently waiting; well aware of Jackie lying next to me naked and satisfied.

Several minutes passed. Finally Jackie whispered, "Artie, are you okay?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"I think I got a little carried away when I was telling about how much I enjoyed sucking Clayt's cock."

I smiled. "You were certainly excited."

"I like big cocks. I'm sorry, I really am."

I sat up and looked at Jackie. "Why would you be sorry about that?" 

Jackie sat up. As she sat up she glanced at my caged penis. 

Understanding immediately, I said; "You're a size queen with a tiny dicked husband."

Shaking her head, Jackie said; "No! Well maybe; Oh Artie, I don't know."

I smiled at her. "It's a good thing your tiny dicked husband enjoys being a cuckold."

Relieved, Jackie grinned. "Yes it is." 

But then she sighed and said; "I'm still concerned. I don't want my wonderful husband to start worrying that I might not love him because he isn't as well-endowed as some other men. I need to be certain that he knows that I think he's a magnificent man, that I'll always love him and that I can't bear the thought of going through life without him."

"You're telling me that you married your husband for reasons other than the size of his genitals."

Jackie laughed. "Yes Artie, that's exactly what I'm trying to say."

"It took him a couple of days, but I think he now understands that."

"Does he? Is he sure?"

"There may be times when he needs a little reassurance; but yes, he's sure."

"I'll happily give him all the reassurance he wants."

"He'll like that, but not tonight. Tonight his wife was with a big dicked lover and he'll find it much more exciting if she rubs his nose in it."

Giggling, Jackie said; "I think I just did that."

"Yes you did and it was exciting."

"For both of us."

"Do you feel like rubbing his nose in it again?"

"Artie honey, I had a big night. That last orgasm wore me out. Would you mind if I just told you about the rest of my date?"

"That would be fine."

"Thank you." Jackie hesitated.

I waited. She just looked at me.

After a moment I said; "Is something wrong?"

"Artie, I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you if I tell you the truth."

"You had a good time with Mr. Taylor tonight, didn't you?"

"Yes I did. I'm so sorry,"

"I want you to have a good time. That's what this is all about. When you're out with another man I want you to be enjoying mind blowing sex. Every time you meet a new playmate I hope you end up having the best experience of your life."

"Artie, are you sure?"

"Yes, that's part of being a cuckold."

Jackie smiled. "Clayt was good."

"Tell me."

"Promise you won't be hurt."

"I promise."

"Okay, after Clayt finished cumming on my tits he got a towel from his bathroom so I could clean up."

"If I'd been there you wouldn't have needed a towel." The words had popped out. As soon as I realized what I'd said I started to get embarrassed. I was trying to think of a way to make it into a joke when I stopped. I was a cuckold. In my fantasies Jackie wouldn't have needed a towel. We were now being honest with each other. I decided not to try to turn it into a joke. Instead I just smiled.

Jackie looked at me for a moment and then she asked; "Would you have really done it Artie? It was fresh and Clayt would have been watching."

"Maybe, I don't know. The idea excites me. Connie pushed some of Mr. Harper's cum into my mouth when she kissed me tonight. That was all right."

"That was from Connie. With Clayt you would have been licking it up."

"It would be humiliating."

"But you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Embarrassed, I sheepishly answered; ""Yes."

Jackie kissed me. "Don't be embarrassed sweetheart. It's just fun. I think it's hot."

I smiled at Jackie.

She said, "Can I make you do it Saturday while Ron watches? I'll make sure he doesn't laugh or make fun of you."

Suddenly this fantasy had become a potential reality. I considered it. After a moment I said; "I'll try. It's a little scary. I may get cold feet and back out."

"I'll have a towel with me. I'll tell you to clean me up. If you decide that you can't go through with it you can use the towel instead."

"I like that idea."

"I do too. Artie, I'm looking forward to Saturday. Including you in this part of my life is going to be so much fun."

"You're already including me in it."

"You mean by telling you about it."

"That's right and part of telling me about it is letting me know how much you enjoy it."

"I do enjoy it Artie. I love sex."

"I know, so tell me about the rest of your date."

Jackie smiled. "Are you really sure you want to hear about it? Clayt was a wonderful fuck. He drove me absolutely wild with his big beautiful cock."

"Now you're teasing me.

"Yes I am. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, I like it. I want you to tease me."

"Do you want me to tease you about how much fun I had with Clayt tonight?"

"Yes."

Grinning, Jackie said; "Clayt fucked me. He did it twice and both times were wonderful."

"Ms. Jacqueline?"

"Yes cucky." We were now clearly back in full game mode.

"May I ask a question?"

"Of course, but be respectful."

"Yes ma'am."

"What would you like to ask me?"

"You just said that Mr. Taylor fucked you. Didn't you just finish sucking his cock? Didn't he need some time to recover?"

"Yes cucky, of course he did."

"So tell me."

"Mind your manners cucky. For a submissive you're being a little too demanding."

"I'm sorry, please tell me."

"That's better. After I cleaned his cum off of my breasts we spent a few minutes lying on his bed talking. I told him about you."

"Everything?"

"Everything. I even told him that he met you at the Goldenrod last night."

"Really? What did he say?"

"He was uncomfortable talking about our relationship. Artie honey, that's going to happen. Some men are going to have trouble understanding our new life style. Clayt was one of those men. That's why I didn't call."




Jackie and Artie Ch. 12



Concerned about how I was reacting to this, Jackie watched me. 

I shrugged. "It's okay. Sometimes I'm not sure I understand our new life style either."

Jackie laughed. "But you are enjoying it, aren't you."

"Yeah, I really am."

"So am I."

"So what happened after you talked?"

"While we were talking I kept my hand on Clayt's cock. I wasn't stroking it or anything like that. I was just idly playing with it. I like to do that with guys. It's fun and I can also tell when they're starting to get hard again."

"It's also a bit of an incentive."

"Yes I suppose it is." Jackie reached over and laid her hand on my plastic encased penis. "Is this an incentive too?"

"It is, but it would be even more of an incentive if I wasn't wearing the chastity cage."

"But you're my good little cuckboy and we both know good little cuckboys are expected to wear chastity cages. You do want to be my good little cuckboy, don't you?"

"Yes." While my excitement was evident in my voice, there was also a twinge of disappointment.

"Don't worry sweetie, at the end of an exciting evening I believe in rewarding my good little cuckboy. I'll make sure you have some fun tonight too. Maybe not as much fun as Clayt had, but you'll get to have a little fun.

My wife's words sent a surge of masochistic excitement rippling through my loins. Another man had just spent the evening freely enjoying her favors and now she was promising that I could have a little pleasure too. I truly was a cuckold. While Mr. Taylor had been encouraged to enjoy as much of the cake as he wanted, I was going to be limited to a few left over crumbs. 

Bowing submissively, I said; "Thank you Ms. Jacqueline. I appreciate your generosity."

Jackie stared at me. After a moment I saw a glimmer of recognition in her eyes. She hadn't actually been aware of the significance of her statement. Now understanding the full implications of her words, she said; "Artie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

Smiling, I said; "Don't worry, I thought it was exciting."

"You did?" But then Jackie shook her head and said; "Of course you did. Artie honey, I'm sorry. It's going to take me a little time to completely understand this new life style. Please don't misinterpret what I'm saying. I love it and I'm not judging you." She paused to think. 

I waited.

Finally, Jackie said; "We're different. That's not bad. In fact, it's good." She grinned. "Actually, it's wonderful. It's why this is all going to work. Still, because we're so different it's going to take us or at least me some time to understand it. Artie, I love sex. I love it in all of its manifestations. I like it kinky and dirty and like it sweet and romantic. Mostly I just like it and I like it in large quantities. Honey, I think about it all the time."

"I think about it a lot too."

"Yes, I'm sure you do; but we're different."

"You're dominant and I'm submissive."

"Yes, but there's more."

I waited.

"I want sex all the time."

"I do too."

"But being denied sex excites you. That's what's hard for me to understand."

Shrugging, I said; "I'm a masochist. You're not."

Jackie laughed. "I'm a slut. You're not."

"Can men be sluts?"

"Damn right they can. I know a few of them. They can't seem to ever keep their pants zipped"

Grinning, I said; "And you can't keep your knees together."

"Does that bother you?"

"No, it excites me. I want you to spread your legs for other men."

Jackie giggled. "That's good, because I love spreading my legs for other men."

"And I love hearing about it."

"Just hearing about it?" Jackie was leering at me.

Nervously, I answered; "Maybe watching."

"And that's all?" Now Jackie was staring at me.

"I like the way we make love. I'm enjoying tonight."

"You mean eating my pussy and ass after another man fucked me?"

"Yes."

"But don't you want to fuck me?" Jackie was pushing me.

Excited and feeling very much like a cuckold, I answered; "I do, but that's a pleasure that should be reserved for your playmates."

Jackie smiled. "And that's what's hard for me to understand."

Now grasping what she was trying to explain, I said; "It is for me too. It doesn't make sense, but I find it exciting. I don't know what else I can say."

"I can't explain why it's so difficult for me to be faithful to you."

I nodded. "I think we just have to accept what we are and who we are."

Jackie grinned. "A cuckold and a slut."

Grinning back, I said; "Damn right and proud of it too."

"Damn fucking right." Jackie was laughing.

"There is one thing I do want."

"What's that?"

"I need to know that you do love me."

"Artie honey, you don't ever have to worry about that. I'll always love you."

"And I'll always love you too Jackie."

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

Jackie took my wrist, pulled me to her and kissed me hard. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back. It was a kiss filled with passion and love.

After we kissed we silently held each other. Finally Jackie pushed back and stared into my eyes. "I love you Artie. I really do and I always will."

"I know, I love you too Jackie."

We smiled at each other and then Jackie whispered, "Do you still want to hear more about my date with Clayt?"

Sitting up, I said; "Damn right I do."

Jackie sat up, piled up the pillows at the head of her bed and lay back against them. Patting a spot next to her, she said; "Lie down cucky. I want you to be comfortable."

"Yes Ms. Jacqueline, thank you." I was grinning.

As soon as I was settled Jackie reached over, placed her hand on my caged penis and started gently caressing it with her fingertips. "While Clayt and I were talking I was playing with him just like this."

"I'll bet he enjoyed it."

"I'm sure he did because it was only a few minutes before I felt his cock stirring again."

"He recovered quickly."

"Yes, he did."

"Did you suck him again?"

"I did, but just to get him hard. Once he was erect I got a condom from my purse and rolled it on to him."

"You supplied the condom?"

"Yes, I always do."

"You do? It seems like that should be the guy's responsibility."

Jackie shook her head. "Absolutely not. Condoms are too important. I want to be sure it's high quality and it fits."

"It fits?"

"Artie honey, think about it. You and Clayt shouldn't be wearing the same size condom. If it fit him it would slip off of you and if it fit you it would be likely to break while Clayt was using it."

"So they come in different sizes?"

"Yes sweetie, they do."

"How many sizes are there?"

"It depends on the brand, but basically small, medium, large and extra-large."

"I suppose I'd need a small."

"Yes honey, you would."

"Did Mr. Taylor need a large?"

"The brand I use calls that size a magnum and yes that is what he needed."

"Do you carry all four sizes?"

"I always keep three regulars, three magnums and three XLs in my purse."

"But no smalls."

Jackie laughed. "No, I don't carry smalls."

"Where do you keep them in your purse? I've never seen them."

"They're in a small satin coin purse that I keep in one of the zippered pockets. I tried to keep them hidden."

"I understand." I thought for a moment and then I said; "Tomorrow you're going to have to buy more magnums."

Shaking her head, Jackie said; "No I buy them by the dozen. I keep the extras in my desk at work."

"So I wouldn't find them."

"They would have been hard to explain."

"Especially the XLs" 

We both laughed.

I said; "Now you can keep them here in your bedroom."

"Yes, I suppose I can. I hadn't thought about that. It will make it a little easier. For obvious reasons I have to keep them hidden at work." Jackie shook her head. "Buying them is kind of a nuisance too. With my schedule it's sometimes hard to get to the drug store."

"I can buy them for you."

"Artie, are you sure? Buying a dozen magnums and a dozen XLs might be embarrassing for you." But then Jackie paused. After a second she looked at me with an impish smile and said; "Of course that might make it more fun. Yes, I think that as my servant buying my condoms should be one of your duties. In fact, after I have a date you should also be responsible for replenishing the supply in my purse."

Excited by this idea, I submissively bowed my head and said; "Yes ma'am, I would be honored to take care of that task for you."

Grinning, Jackie said; "Artie, we are a kinky pair, aren't we."

I nodded enthusiastically. Jackie laughed.

We both laughed for a moment and then I said; "So you what did you do after you rolled the condom onto Mr. Taylor's cock?"

"I climbed on top of him, slipped his beautiful dick into my cunt and lowered myself down until all of it was inside me. Artie I can't begin to describe how wonderful it feels when I slowly take the full length of a big cock into my cunt."

"It feels good."

"It feels amazing."

"You were on top. I thought you liked having your man on top?"

"I do, but not right away. I like to save the best for last. Clayt wanted to start out with me on top facing him. That way he could play with my tits while we fucked."

"You did say he was a breast man."

"He is and I love it when a guy plays with my nipples while he's fucking me."

"If you were on top wouldn't it be more accurate to say you were fucking Mr. Taylor?"

"Maybe, I just like to think that the guy is fucking me. It makes me feel a little sluttier."

"I like that too."

Jackie sat up and looked at me. "Really?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, I don't know why, but imagining a man fucking you is more exciting than you fucking him or even the two of you fucking each other."

"I'm glad you get excited when you think about other men fucking me."

I smiled at Jackie and then I said; "So Mr. Taylor was playing with your nipples while he was fucking you."

"Yes and it got me really excited."

"Did you cum?"

"I did, twice."

"Two times? I've never managed to make you cum at all..." My voice trailed off. Suddenly overwhelmed with sadness, I rolled over and looked away.

There was a moment of awkward silence and then I felt Jackie's fingertips softly caressing my side. "Artie, it's true. You've never made me cum while you were fucking me and other men have; but sweetheart you've given me countless orgasms and all of them were wonderful. You will always be my favorite sex partner."

"Why? It's obvious that I can't fuck worth a damn."

"That's not true."

"Then why has it been almost a year since you let me fuck you?"

There was more silence. I waited. Finally Jackie said; "Artie, men with bigger cocks can reach places inside me that you can't reach. They can hit my G spot."

"But I can't. Is that what you're telling me?"

"Artie I won't lie to you. You can't.

"Great! Thank you for being honest."

"Sweetheart, I do like it when you fuck me. I love you. We don't just fuck, we make love. That makes intercourse with you special."

"And that's why you were so eager to let me fuck you during the past year."

Jackie shook her head. "Damn it Artie, I screwed up. I'm sorry. You eat my pussy better than anyone I've ever met. I have unbelievable orgasms when you go down on me. They're better than anything Clayt, Ron, Phil or any other big cocked stud can do for me. Hitting my G spot is great, but sucking my clit is so much better. You're right, I did neglect that part of our love life during the past year; but it wasn't because I didn't enjoy it when you fucked me. It was because I loved having you eat my pussy so much."

I rolled over and looked at Jackie. "Yeah, I know. It's just that..."

"My neglect makes you wonder if I'm really sincere when I tell you that I love you."

"Yes."

"Artie, I plan to spend the rest of my life working to convince you that I am sincere."

"I know that."

"Sweetie, nobody is good at everything. We all have our strengths and our weaknesses. You're a great English teacher, but would you be as good if you were teaching math? While I think I'm a pretty good contract attorney, I'm not sure you'd want me to defend you if you were arrested."

I nodded.

Jackie continued. "Artie honey, there are lots of women who are better fucks than I am, but I know how to give an outstanding blowjob."

Unwittingly, Jackie had just ripped open another barely healed sore. Staring at her, I bitterly said; "Really? I didn't know that. Of course there really isn't any reason that I should know it. I'm just your husband."

Realizing her gaff, Jackie quickly said; "Artie, I'm sorry. I didn't..." She stopped and shook her head. "Oh Artie, I don't know what to say. I've been an awful wife."

Suddenly aware that I was acting like a petulant child, I said; "For a while our life was out of control. We weren't honest with each other."

"No Artie, I wasn't honest with you."

"Let's just say that we weren't doing a good job of communicating."

"Artie, why are you being so nice to me? I was a self-centered bitch. I completely ignored you while I greedily satiated all of my own needs."

"Yes you did do that, but if you're so selfish, why do you feel bad about it now? A selfish bitch would be saying, live with it sap."

Looking at me with a puzzled expression, Jackie said; "I'd never say that to you."

"I know, that's my point."

"So why was I so awful? Artie I don't know why I ignored you. I love your cock. I love sucking your cock."

"I think I understand what happened."

"You do? Tell me."

"Your mother has a theory."

"You mentioned that earlier. What is it?"

"She thinks that the lies and deceit were too much for you. The only way you could cope with what you were doing was to divide your life into three separate sections. You had your home life with the girls and me; your professional life with the law firm and your sex life."

"okay." Jackie was listening intently.

"I point out that you told me that you have steadfastly resisted having affairs with your professional colleagues."

"Yes, all of them are off limits."

"Why? Are you telling me that there aren't any good looking men in your office?"

"No there are several...Artie, that's beside the point. Playing at work is never a good idea. Everyone knows that."

"I beg to differ. Affairs in the workplace are quite common."

"Okay, but they're not professionally responsible."

"Or personally responsible. Let's just say that you chose to separate your professional life from your sex life."

"Artie."

I held up my hand. "Let me finish."

"Okay."

"You had a successful professional life and an exciting sex life and you were smart enough to avoid the obvious pitfalls that could result from combining them."

"Yes, that's exactly right."

"You also had a satisfying home life. You had two beautiful daughters and a loving husband."

Jackie smiled. "Yes I did and I understood that."

"And the only way you could maintain that satisfying home life was to keep it separated from your other lives, especially your exciting sex life."

"Yes, of course. That's just common sense."

"So at home you had to be the perfect mother and wife."

"I tried."

"Yes you did, but in your sex life you were a slut." I smiled at Jackie, "Your term."

She nodded. "Yes it is. Don't worry; I'm not offended when you say that."

I continued. "Unfortunately I was a problem. As your husband I wasn't only your housemate and the father of your children, I was also supposed to be your lover. That made me part of two of the carefully separated compartments of your life. This created an intolerable dissonance for you. In your sex life you were an uninhibited slut, but at home you were the perfect wife and mother. You had to find a way to reconcile this conflict and you did it by adopting the persona of a morally conservative housewife when we were having sex."

Nodding, Jackie said; "What you're saying makes some sense, but not completely. You've been eating my pussy and licking my ass for our entire marriage. That's hardly the behavior of a conservative housewife."

"You weren't doing that, I was. I was the nasty pervert; you were still a prim and proper housewife and mother."

"But I enjoyed it."

"Of course you did. You were still a woman who loves sex; you were just trying to hide that from me. You couldn't initiate anything adventurous on your own, but you could still enjoy it when I did it. Our dominant submissive relationship was also developing. My doing extra things solely for your pleasure seemed perfectly natural to both of us." Smiling, I added; "It still seems perfectly natural to me."

Jackie flashed me a quick smile, but her expression immediately reverted back to a look of intense concentration. It was obvious that she was thinking about what I'd just told her.

I waited.

Finally she looked at me and said; "I think you're probably right." She shook her head. "But it was still thoughtless of me."

"I agree. That's a good way to describe it. It was thoughtless. You didn't actually think about what you were doing. You didn't do it deliberately. It was a mistake and because it was a mistake it's easier for me to accept what happened and move on with our lives."

"It was a mistake. It was a mistake that I'll never again repeat."

"I believe you."

"Can you forgive me?"

"I already have. This conversation and my earlier conversation with your mother helped. Connie is a smart woman."

"Yes she is. Thank you Artie, thank you for being so understanding."

We smiled at each other and then Jackie kissed me. It was a sweet and tender kiss. I kissed her back and we held each other. 

As we held each other Jackie whispered, "I love you Artie."

"I know, I love you too Jackie."

"Even after finding out that I'm a slut?"

"Especially after finding out that you're a slut. I love being married to a slut."

"And I love being married to an enthusiastic cuckold. You are, aren't you?"

"Most definitely."

Grinning, Jackie said; "Another man fucked me tonight."

"I know."

"He was good. He fucked me twice and made me cum both times."

"The second time he fucked you was he on top?"

"Yes."

"That's how you like it best, isn't it."

"I love having a big strong man on top of me."

"Did his big cock feel good inside you?"

"It felt wonderful. Every time he pushed into me he hit my g spot." Suddenly realizing that this was what had upset me earlier Jackie stopped and stared at me.

This time I wasn't upset. Instead I smiled at her and said; "That's why you need to keep partying with other men. I can suck your clit and lick your asshole, but my tiny cock can't reach your G spot."

Relieved that everything was all right, Jackie giggled and said; "I have a g spot in the back of my throat too."

"Really?"

Jackie nodded. "That's right."

Laughing, I said; "So you'd better keep sucking big cocks too."

Leering at me, Jackie said; "I fully intend to keep on doing that."

"As my dominant hot wife that is your prerogative."

Jackie smiled at me.

I smiled back and asked; "Did you have fun with Mr. Taylor tonight?"

"I had a wonderful time with him."

"I'm glad."

"Are you Artie? Are you really?"

"Yes."

"That makes me happy."

"Do you think you'll ever see him again?"

"Maybe, I gave him my cell phone number and told him to call me if he ever comes back here again."

"Do you hope he calls?"

Jackie shrugged. "He was fun. If he calls I'll definitely see him again, but if he doesn't that's okay too. Cucky, the world is teeming with handsome, well-endowed men who love easy pussy."

"This is going to be fun."

"Yes it is." Jackie smiled, but at the same time she yawned. "Artie honey, If you want me to do it I'll tell you more about my date, but it's getting late."

"That's okay, I've heard enough. It is getting late. It's time for us to go to sleep."




Jackie and Artie Ch. 12



Shaking her head, Jackie said; "No it's time for my little cuckboy to cum."

I smiled. "That would be nice."

Jackie reached over, opened the drawer in her bedside table and took out two small keys held together on a small wire ring. I recognized them immediately. They were the keys for the lock on my chastity cage. Apparently Connie had given them to Jackie before she left.

As she removed one of the keys from the ring she said; "From the stories, I gather that I'm supposed to wear one of these on an anklet."

"I do believe that's the custom."

"I think I'd prefer a gold chain necklace. I can't wear an anklet to work; but I could wear a necklace under my blouse."

"You're the boss."

Looking at me, Jackie nodded and said; "Yes I am. Thank you for reminding me." And then she quickly unlocked the cage. As she removed it she asked; "Does it cause you any discomfort while you're wearing it?"

"No, not really; at first it felt funny, but I got used to it pretty quickly."

"So you won't mind wearing it when I have a date?"

"Not at all."

"I don't know why, but that excites me."

"It excites me too."

As soon as Jackie removed the plastic sleeve my penis it rose to a full erection. Laughing she said; "You certainly seem to be excited."

I grinned at her.

She said; "Sweetheart while I would love to give you a blow job, I don't think that's what you want tonight. Tonight you'd rather experience the full cuckold fantasy, wouldn't you." 

"Yes."

"Stand up." Jackie snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor next to her. "Right there."

Excited, I stood. My tiny erection stuck straight out.

Moving over so that she was lying right next to the edge of the bed, Jackie said; "Cucky, you have my permission to jack off. Last night I let you cum in a tissue paper pussy. Tonight I want you to cum on my stomach. Do you know why?"

As I started stroking myself I said; "Yes ma'am."

"Tell me cucky, tell me why."

"So that you can make me lick it up afterwards."

"And why am I going to do that?"

"So it will be easier for me to lick up Mr. Clark's cum on Saturday."

"Very good cucky, now close your eyes and imagine Mr. Taylor on top of me pumping his great big dick in and out of my hot wet cunt."

"Are you enjoying it ma'am?"

"Cucky, he's driving me wild."

"Is he hitting your g spot?"

"With every wonderful thrust."

I felt the familiar warm glow building in my loins and then a flood of pleasure erupted inside me as I ejaculated my first spurt of semen. It landed on Jackie's stomach."

"Very good cucky, keep pumping I want it all."

I continued stroking myself. I ejaculated another spurt of cum. This one landed on Jackie's side."

"Keep pumping cucky, but now I want you to catch the rest of your cum in your free hand."

I kept stroking myself. The spurts of cum slowed to a dribble. I obediently caught all of it in the palm of my left hand.

As soon as I was finished, Jackie said; "Now lick your hand clean."

I looked at the palm of my hand. The center glistened with my semen. My ardor had diminished with my orgasm. The cum now looked like slime.

Understanding what had just happened, Jackie said; "Do it quickly cucky. Lick it up. It won't hurt you and it doesn't taste bad."

Nodding, I took a deep breath and licked my hand clean. When I was finished I held up my hand and showed it to Jackie.

"Very good cucky." She scooted over. "Now kneel on the bed beside me and do my tummy."

Cleaning my hand had restored some of my excitement. My pulse was racing as I climbed onto the bed next to Jackie. I took another deep breath and then I bent over and licked my fresh semen off of her stomach. As soon as I was done I sat up and smiled at her.

Jackie smiled back at me and said; "Now kiss me."

Leaning forward, I kissed Jackie on the lips. As I kissed her she forced her tongue into my mouth. I responded. We French kissed. When we finally broke off our kiss Jackie looked at me and whispered; "That was fun."

Laughing, I said; "Yes it was."

"We have to do that more often."

"Which part?"

Giggling, Jackie said; "All of it."

"You'll have to persuade Mr. Taylor to come back."

"I don't think that will be necessary. It won't be very difficult to find a replacement."

Nodding, I said; "I'm sure it won't."

"Are you ready to sleep?"

"Yeah, I am. How about you?"

"I'm exhausted."

I pulled up the covers. Jackie gave me a quick good night kiss and then she snuggled up to me, closed her eyes and immediately fell asleep.

For a few minutes I lay awake thinking about the events of the past three days. Our lives had certainly changed. While the changes had been dramatic, sudden and a little scary; I knew that if had the opportunity, I wouldn't undo them. Our new life was unbelievably exciting. I was actually living my wildest sexual fantasies. 

Smiling, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what might happen during the upcoming weekend. I was exhausted. As I tried to picture my wife in the arms of her boyfriend Ron, I drifted off to sleep.

I was still smiling.



Jackie and Artie Ch. 13



This is the thirteenth episode in a series entitled "Jackie and Artie". If you have not read the previous twelve episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Jackie and Artie" is a romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative lifestyle. If this subject matter offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

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Friday was a difficult day. While the three previous evenings had been unbelievably exciting, they had also been stressful, emotionally taxing and late. I was tired.

Fridays are also difficult days in a high school. Everyone is excited about the weekend. No one is interested in concentrating on school work. My students were all good kids, but they were antsy.

I was too. The past three days had been amazing and the upcoming weekend had the potential to be even more amazing. On Saturday my wife was planning to entertain her boyfriend in our house and I was going to be present while it was happening. The anticipation of this event had me both incredibly nervous and wildly excited. 

All day Friday keeping my attention focused on my teaching duties had been a challenge. Every time there was a lull in the class activities my thoughts would drift to Jackie and her men friends. I couldn't stop picturing her sucking Mr. Taylor's cock or screaming with pleasure as Mr. Clark pumped his huge erection in and out of her sopping cunt. 

At 2:30 my last class mercifully ended. While I loved teaching, that afternoon I was happy to watch my sixth hour students file out of my classroom. Once they were gone I sat down at my desk, breathed a long sigh of relief and began organizing my lessons for the following Monday.

Just as I was finishing, my cell phone rang. I answered it. "Artie Hammond."

"Hey cuckboy." It was Phil Harper.

Quickly shifting into cuckold mode, I said; "Hello Mr. Harper."

After a brief pause Phil said; "Very good cuckboy. That's exactly how you should respond when one of your wife's studs calls you."

"Yes sir."

"You are learning quickly."

"Thank you sir."

"Artie, I still have to ask. Are continuing to do okay with all of this? If you're not, tell me. I have a lot of experience. I can help."

"Thank you sir, I appreciate your concern, but I really do think I'm doing fine."

"Good, but if you need me all you have to do is call or tell Connie."

"Thank you sir, I'll remember that."

There was another pause and then Phil said; "Cuckboy, I'm calling to let you know that I'll be able to meet your mistress at the Kings Inn on Tuesday."

"She'll be pleased to hear that sir."

Ignoring my response, Phil continued; "I'll get there just before noon. I'll take care of the room. Tell Jackie to call me on my cell phone. I'll tell her which room they gave me. I'm pretty sure she has my number. If she doesn't you now have it in your call log. You can give it to her.

"Yes sir, I'll give her the message and I'll make sure that she has your telephone number."

"Thank you cuckboy, you can also tell her that I'm looking forward to spending a little intimate time with her again. It's been over a year since we last played and I've missed her sweet little pussy."

"Yes sir, I'll tell her that too."

"Hey Artie."

"Yes sir."

"I called Teddy. He made a tee time for the three of us for a week from tomorrow at Oak Grove Country Club at 9:16."

"Really? How did he do that? Isn't that a private club?"

"Yes, it is private. His wife Linda has membership. She actually has it for Teddy, but she keeps it in her name. Teddy isn't allowed to own anything."

"He's not?"

"He's Linda's slave. Linda and Teddy both believe that slave's shouldn't be allowed to have possessions. Teddy's an accountant and earns a nice income, but his checks are deposited directly to Linda's bank account. She gives him a weekly allowance and if he wants to make a larger purchase he has to ask Linda to buy it for him. Everything they own is solely in her name."

"Wow."

"She loves him and she does take very good care of him."

"She must. Oak Grove is an expensive country club."

"Yes it is. Will you join us?"

"I don't have any golf clubs."

"Artie, I'm sure Jackie will buy you a set. All you have to do is ask. She loves you. If you let her, she'll take just as good care of you as Linda does Teddy."

"I'll ask her tonight. I'll also ask her if I can play golf next Saturday."

"Good, I doubt that there will be any problems. I'm pretty sure that Jackie will do everything she can to encourage you to become friends with Teddy. Artie, I have to get going. I'm late for an appointment."

"Yes sir, thank you sir. I'll tell Ms. Jacqueline about the plans for Tuesday."

"Thanks Artie, I hope I see you next Saturday."

"I hope so too sir."

Phil ended the call. 

As I set my phone down I thought about Phil's comment that he thought Jackie would do everything she could to encourage me to become friends with Teddy. It did make sense; having a friend who was a submissive cuckold, an experienced submissive cuckold at that, would be an excellent source of support for me. Still, it made me wonder if Connie had deliberately brought Phil to our house last night so that we could meet. Phil was the perfect person to introduce me to Teddy.

As I thought about it I decided that it really didn't matter. I already knew that Jackie, Connie and Nattie were all eager to see me wholeheartedly embrace my new role as Jackie's submissive cuckold husband. Actually it gave me some comfort. They were not only eager to see me accept my role as Jackie's knowing cuckold, they were taking steps to insure that I was happy and content in that role.

Glancing up at the clock on the wall I saw that it was 3:15. It was time to get the girls. I quickly reviewed my lesson plans for Monday, shoved my class record book, a stack of papers that I needed to grade and my cell phone into my brief case and hurried out to my car.

The girls and I arrived home just after 4:00. They quickly got their coloring books and set themselves up at the kitchen table while I made a chicken casserole. 

As soon as the casserole was in the oven I started polishing the end tables and coffee table in the living room. The next morning Jackie would be entertaining her boyfriend. I wanted the house to be perfect. I know that there are people who might find that difficult to understand. All I can say is that I'm a submissive masochist. Cleaning the house because my wife is going to be entertaining her boyfriend is unbelievably exciting for me.

After I finished polishing the table tops in the living room I vacuumed and dusted Jackie's bedroom. I assumed that Ms. Jacqueline and Mr. Clark would eventually retire to her room.

As I was putting the vacuum cleaner away I heard the door between the garage and kitchen open and the girls cry in unison, "Hi mommy." Jackie was home.

I hurried to the kitchen. Jackie was standing between Cassie and Monica admiring their coloring. As soon as she heard me come through the door she turned. For a moment we just looked at each other and then she smiled and said; "Hi Cowboy, how was your day?"

I'd almost forgotten about Connie's new nickname. Smiling back, I said; "Long."

Jackie nodded. "Mine too; we've had several late nights in a row."

"Yes we have and I was tired, but that wasn't the only reason the day was long. I had another problem; I couldn't stop thinking about what's going to happen tomorrow."

Staring at me, Jackie asked; "Is that good?"

"I'm pretty excited about it."

Jackie smiled. "Me too."

During dinner we told the girls that Grandma Connie was coming over in the morning to take them to the IHOP for breakfast and after breakfast they were going to the movies to see "Madagascar". As soon as they heard about "Madagascar" they clapped their hands and started giggling. Both of them had Madagascar coloring books and they were eager to see the movie. 

Immediately after dinner they dragged Jackie into their bedroom so they could show her all of the pictures they'd colored in their books. While they were doing that I cleaned the kitchen. As soon as the kitchen was clean I joined them. We watched an hour of cartoons on television and then the girls put on their pajamas and got into bed. Jackie and I read them a story. Within minutes they were both sound asleep. Jackie and I tiptoed out of the girl's bedroom. In the living room Jackie put her arms around my shoulders and kissed me on the lips. After she kissed me she whispered, "Are you ready for a hot night of fucking and sucking?"

I smiled at Jackie, but I didn't answer.

Sensing that something was wrong, she asked; "Artie is something bothering you?"

"No not at all, it's just that..." I hesitated.

"Artie, please tell me."

Gathering my courage, I said; "I enjoyed last night. I enjoyed it a lot."

"I did too."

"I'm also excited about tomorrow."

"So am I."

"Jackie, I like being your submissive cuckold husband."

"And I like being your dominant hot wife, so I don't understand. What's bothering you?"

Staring at the floor, I sheepishly said; "I want to keep playing tonight."

Suddenly understanding, Jackie said; "You don't want to have a husband and wife night tonight, do you."

"I do want to do that, but being your cuckold is new and different. It's fun and I..."

Jackie touched my lips with her index finger and whispered; "It's okay, I understand. I think it's fun too. We'll have lots of time in the future to have husband and wife nights. I just wanted to do it tonight because I feel so guilty about neglecting you."

"You don't have to feel guilty; I understand why it happened."

"I know that, but I still do."

"You could make it up to me by being a really good dominant hot wife."

Jackie laughed. "Artie honey, I think that benefits me a lot more than it does you."

Shaking my head, I said; "That's just your perspective. You're a dominant slut."

"Damn right I am." Jackie was grinning.

"I'm a submissive, masochistic cuckold. I enjoy this game every bit as much as you do."

"You keep telling me that, so I guess I have to take you at your word; but it's still hard for me to understand."

"I guess we just have to trust each other."

"Artie, that's what scares me."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not sure I trust myself."

"I don't understand what you're saying."

"A moment ago you called me a dominant slut, but you called yourself a submissive masochistic cuckold. Artie, all of this is exciting me so much that I'm beginning to realize that I'm a sadist. You should have called me a dominant, sadistic slut."

Smiling, I said; "I can't begin to describe how much that excites me."

"Artie, be serious. I don't want to hurt you."

"And I don't believe you ever will."

"But..."

"Jackie, we'll be okay. We have a safe word. If I don't like what's happening I'll call time out."

"I'm afraid I'm going to say something that's going to hurt your feelings."

"I know, but that's my fault. Lately I've been much too touchy."

"You have every right to be touchy. I was a terrible wife."

"Jackie let's forget about the past. Mistakes were made by both of us."

"Me more than you."

"Maybe, but that doesn't really matter. We're still together, we still love each other and we found a life style that excites both of us. Let's explore it, it will be fun."

"But Artie, what if I go too far?"

"If you do we'll stop and talk about it. Right now talking is important for us. It will help us move into this new stage of our lives. I think both of us want that. I know I do."

I do too Artie, I really do."

"So let's explore our limits."

"You're sure."

"Absolutely."

"I read a story today while I was eating my lunch. It was really hot."

"Was it on the cuckold web site?"

"No it was on that website of erotic stories you showed me. I searched the word cuckold and found a story in the BDSM section."

"And that intrigued you."

"Yes it did."

"You said it was hot."

"Artie by the time I finished the story my panties were drenched."

"That's a hot story. Do you want to read it together?"

"No, I want to do it."

"You mean act it out?"

"No, I want to do it. I want to make it real."

I was suddenly nervous, but I was also excited. Realizing that this was exactly what I wanted I looked at Jackie and slowly nodded. "Of course Ms. Jacqueline, I am yours to command."

Jackie stared at me. After a moment she licked her lips and said; "Get down on your knees cuckboy." There was an air of condescending arrogance in her voice that I'd never before heard.

Caught off guard by the sudden change in Jackie's demeanor, I didn't move.

"Do it now cuckboy, or I'll have to punish you." The tone of Jackie's voice made it clear that she wasn't kidding.

I dropped to my knees.

Jackie held out her nylon stocking clad foot. "Kiss it."

I smothered her toes with kisses.

"Now the other one."

I obeyed.

After I'd properly worshipped Jackie's other foot she said; "I want a bath. Let's go into my bedroom so that you can attend to me."

Excited, I started to rise. Glaring at me, Jackie said;. "Who gave you permission to stand cuckboy?"

Immediately dropping back to all fours I answered; "No one Ms. Jacqueline."

"Then it would appear that you were being presumptuous, weren't you cucky."

"Yes ma'am."

"We're going to my bedroom." Jackie snapped her fingers, pointed at the floor next to her feet and said; "Heel." As she started walking, I obediently crawled next to her like a pet dog.

Once we were inside the confines of her bedroom Jackie's demeanor changed again. Smiling at me, she said; "Artie, you may stand."

I quickly stood up.

Jackie kissed me and asked; "Was that all right?"

Grinning at her, I said; "It surprised me a little, but it was fun. Did you enjoy it?"

"I did, but not as much as I thought I would. It was a little too intense. It was hotter as a story."

"I'll have to read that story."

"Tonight I want to go to bed early, but maybe we can read it together tomorrow night or Sunday night."

"You could read it out loud while I kiss your feet."

Jackie's breath caught.

"You like that idea, don't you."

"Yes I do." We smiled at each other and then Jackie said; "Artie, go draw me a bath while I get undressed."

"Yes ma'am." I hurried into the bathroom and started running water into the bathtub.

While I was adjusting the water temperature Jackie called to me; "Cuckboy take off your clothes while the tub is filling."

"Yes Ms. Jacqueline." 

I quickly undressed. When the tub was about two thirds full I shut off the water, gathered my clothes and hurried back into the bedroom. Jackie was waiting for me. All she was wearing was a pair of black five inch stiletto high heels.

I gaped at her.

"Cucky, staring at a superior is impolite."

Embarrassed, I quickly looked away.

Jackie walked over, put her arms around me and whispered; "It's just a game. I really want you to look at me, but it will be more fun if you have to do it surreptitiously. A good servant should only peek at his mistress."

"Yes ma'am, I understand." And then I quickly added; "Tomorrow Mr. Clark will be allowed to look at you as much as he wants, won't he."

Stepping back, Jackie studied me. I understood. She was trying to gauge my feelings. I didn't blame her. During the past few days my moods had been mercurial. It didn't take much to upset me.

I winked at her. 

That was all the reassurance Jackie needed. In the tone of voice that she used when she was explaining something to a young child, she said; "Certainly, Ron is a man. He's also my boyfriend. I want him to fully enjoy my body."

Bowing politely, I said; "Yes of course Ms. Jacqueline. I understand."

"That's good cuckboy, you're beginning to learn your place." Jackie turned and gestured towards the clothes on her bed. "Now be a good servant and take care of my things."

"Yes ma'am." I hurriedly gathered Jackie's clothes together. 

As I was carrying them to the closet Jackie asked; "Cuckboy, do you have a foot fetish?"

I stopped. Jackie's question had taken me by surprise. 

Noticing my reaction, Jackie quickly added; "It's all right if you do. I just want to know more about what excites you."

I took a moment to consider her question and then I turned. "Not particularly, my fetish is worshipping you. Kissing your feet is one way I can do that."

Jackie smiled. "I like that cuckboy. I want you to worship me. I find it unbelievably exciting." As soon as I was finished putting Jackie's clothes away I went into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. I wanted to warm up the tub.

A moment later, Jackie joined me. "Is my tub ready cuckboy?"

"Yes ma'am it should be nice and hot."

Jackie stepped into the tub and sat down. Once she was settled I picked up a sponge and a bar of soap and began bathing her. 

As I washed her neck I said; "Mr. Harper called me after work today."

"I was going to ask you about that cucky. What did he say?"

"He'll be at the King's Inn at noon on Tuesday. He'll take care of the room. He said that you should call him when you get to the motel. He tell you which room he's in."

"Thank you cucky."

"He also told me to tell you that he's looking forward to spending a little intimate time with you. He said that he's missed your sweet pussy."

"Did he really say that to you?"

"Yes ma'am."

"And you were okay with it?"

"Actually I thought it was exciting."

"Cucky, that makes me so happy."

"Ma'am."

"Yes cucky."

"I did a lot of thinking today."

"I did too. It was hard to keep my attention focused on work."

"I had to teach. I didn't have any choice."

"I had a contract that had to be completed. I didn't have much choice either."

"It made for a long day."

"It really did. And then I read that BDSM story while I was eating lunch. That made it even harder to concentrate."

I started washing Jackie's breasts. Jackie sighed as I rubbed each of her nipples with the soapy sponge. I so badly wanted to play with those gorgeous mounds, but I knew it wouldn't be permitted. I was Jackie's servant. That pleasure was now reserved for men like Mr. Taylor, Mr. Harper and Mr. Clark.

I moved down to Jackie's flat tummy. As I scrubbed it, she said; "Cucky you said you did a lot of thinking today."

"Yes ma'am, I did."

"Would you like to tell me about it?"

"I would."

Jackie waited.

Taking a deep breath, I said; "It's okay that other men can fuck you better than I can."

I felt Jackie's body stiffen. "Artie, that's not true."

"No Ms. Jacqueline, it is true. I cum quickly and even if I could learn to control my premature ejaculations my penis will never be big enough to reach your G spot."

"Artie I'm sorry I told you that last night."

"Why? it's true, isn't it?"

"Artie, I love you."

"I know that."

"That makes sex with you wonderful."

"Maybe when I eat your pussy, but who fucks you better, Mr. Clark or me?"

"Artie, why are you doing this?"

"Because it's time for us to start being honest with each other. Yes Jackie, I do believe that you love me. I believe that you love me more than any other man in the entire world."

"That's true Artie and it will always be true."

"I believe that too; but Jackie we're not talking about love, we're talking about sex. Remember last Tuesday night when you were first trying to explain your attitude about sex to me? You told me that for you, your sister and your mother sex was just a form of recreation like tennis or golf."

"Yes and that's true."

"If we started playing tennis together we'd have fun. We'd enjoy playing with each other, but don't you think that there are men in this world who would be more accomplished tennis partners for you?"




Jackie and Artie Ch. 13



"Yes, that's probably true."

"Should I be jealous of those men?"

"Of course not, we're just playing tennis together."

"And since sex for you is a recreation much like tennis or golf, shouldn't we also assume that there are men who are much better sex partners for you than I am?"

"But Artie, I don't want..."

"You don't want to hurt me."

"Yes."

"Will you always love me?"

"Of course."

"Will these other men ever be anything more than friends?"

"No, I'll never spend enough time with any of them to establish a serious relationship. We already discussed this too. That situation is much more likely to occur at work or in a social situation that wasn't originally based solely on sex. When I meet Ron tomorrow and Phil next Tuesday we'll exchange pleasantries, but that will be the only conversation we'll have. We get together to fuck, not to talk."

"That's right, so is there any reason that I should be jealous?"

"Of course not."

"Is there any reason that I should be upset that these men are better tennis players than I am?"

"I don't know. This is dangerous territory."

"And that's why I'm addressing it. It shouldn't be dangerous territory."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm very sure."

"And you won't be hurt?"

"Remember, I'm a masochist. I want it to hurt a little bit."

"And I'm a sadist."

"So this could be fun for both of us."

Jackie smiled. "I do enjoy playing tennis with a man who has a big racket."

"I'll bet you do."

"And it should have a very stiff shaft too."

"I think that's a golf metaphor."

Giggling, Jackie said; "who cares, aren't we really talking about fucking?"

"Yes we are and you're telling me that you love getting fucked by a man with a big hard cock."

"A big stiff cock that has a nice upward curve to it. Those are my favorites."

"Will you tell me about some of your favorite men?"

"I'd love to do that." Jackie stood up. "But I'd rather do it in bed while you're worshiping me. Turn on the shower and rinse me off."

I opened the drain to the tub, turned on the water on the tub spigot and adjusted the temperature. When it was correct I turned on the shower spray and rubbed Jackie's body while the warm water rinsed the soap off of her soft skin.

As soon as I was finished Jackie stepped out of the tub. After I dried her with a large bath towel she said; "Clean up in here. I'll be waiting for you in my bedroom." And then she walked out of the bathroom, leaving me incredibly excited by her terse manner. At that moment I really was Jackie's servant. 

I quickly rinsed out the tub and straightened up Jackie's bathroom. When I was done I hurried into her bedroom. My pulse was racing with excitement. 

Jackie was sitting on the edge of her bed. My chastity cage was next to her. When she saw me looking at it she smiled and said, "If I'm going to tell you about my favorite studs I really do think it would be appropriate for your tiny dicklet to be locked up. We wouldn't want you to get the idea that you're the equal of any of these men, would we cucky?" 

"No ma'am, we wouldn't"

"Come here cucky."

I walked over to Jackie.

She cradled my erect penis in her hand and studied it. After a moment she said; "Your little dicklet really is amazing. It's a miniature, a toy; but it looks just like a real cock. It even works like a real cock." She gave it a firm squeeze.

I gasped from the surge of pleasure created by Jackie's fingers, but then I said; "time-out."

Jackie looked at me and sighed. "I'm sorry Artie as soon as I said that I realized it was way over the line. Please forgive me. This is exactly what I was afraid of, it's much too easy for me to get excited and go too far."

Shaking my head, I said; "No that was okay, in fact I thought it was really hot. That's not why I called time-out."

Puzzled, Jackie asked; "Then why did you do it?"

"Do you remember in one of the stories I showed you the other night the husband and wife had an agreement that if the husband gets upset he'll use their safe word?"

"Of course and that's what you just did, only now you're telling me that you're not upset."

"That's right, I'm not."

"So why did you use the safe word?"

"Because I wanted to remind you about the other thing that couple did."

"What was it?"

"The couple agreed that without the safe word, the wife would ignore any other pleas the husband might make."

"Yes now I remember. If the husband begged his wife to stop doing something; but didn't use the safe word, he was really telling her that he was enjoying what she was doing. That allowed her to callously ignore his pleas to stop and continue tormenting him. Artie that is hot. Do you want to try doing it?"

"Yes, let's go back to what just happened. You were teasing me about the size of my cock."

"Artie, you don't have a cock. Ron and Phil have cocks. You have a little wee wee."

Realizing that Jackie had understood exactly what I was suggesting and was now creating an opportunity to try it, I said; "Please Ms. Jacqueline, don't tease me about the size of my cock."

"You mean your wee wee. Say it cucky, say please don't tease me about the size of my wee wee."

Barely able to keep a straight face, I said; "Ms. Jacqueline, please don't tease me about the size of my wee wee."

Both of us burst out laughing. 

Jackie said, "Artie I never realized that talking about sex could be this much fun."

"It is fun, isn't it?"

"Yes it is and I want that to be part of our..." Jackie looked at me with a puzzled expression. "What is this Artie? I was going to call it a game. Some of it's a game, but not all of it. Teasing you about your cock is a game. I love your cock. It's not very big, but it's almost perfectly shaped and it has a lovely little head."

"It doesn't have an upward curve to it."

Giggling, Jackie said; "It's not big enough to have an upward curve."

"You're teasing me again."

"Yes I am. Now fetch a bag of ice from the kitchen. In its current condition your lovely little wee wee will never fit into this chastity cage." 

I hurried to the kitchen, filled a plastic bag with ice cubes and hurried back to Jackie's bedroom. When I returned Jackie was still sitting on the edge of her bed, naked. I handed her the bag of ice. As she held it against my cock and balls, I said; "I'll bet you've never done this for Mr. Clark."

Laughing, Jackie said; "You're right about that cucky. I assure you this is something I only do for you."

We both grinned at each other.

Jackie set the bag of ice on the floor. My shriveled penis was now hanging limp between my legs. Picking up the chastity cage, she said; "Now stand still so I can put this on your beautiful little dicklet." She quickly fitted the half rings around my cock and balls, slid the plastic cock sleeve into place, slipped the padlock through the hole in the end of the pin and snapped it shut. 

Looking up at me, she said; "There that should help you remember your place while I tell you about my favorite studs."

"Considering that was the first time you've put that on me, you were surprisingly efficient."

"When I took if off of you last night I paid careful attention to how it fits together."

I smiled at Jackie. "That's a good example of why your law firm values you so highly and why you've always been the dominant partner in our marriage." I quickly added, "And that observation wasn't part of any game."

Jackie stared at me. After a moment she said; "Artie, that might be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."

I shrugged. Jackie pulled me down on the bed, put her arms around me and kissed me hard on the lips. When we parted I said; "Whew, I have to write that down so I can say it again and again."

"That would be fine with me, I love it when men tell me I'm beautiful, but I like it even more when they tell me I'm smart."

"I'll try to remember that."

"Sweetie, you've always known that and the best part is that you don't even think about it, you just do it. Baby you really are the perfect husband."

"Except for sex."

"Except for fucking."

"Yes, except for fucking."

"But that's not a problem, is it cucky?"

"No ma'am."

"Why not cucky?"

"Because other men satisfy that need for you."

"And you accept that situation, don't you."

"Yes ma'am."

"Tell me why?" 

"Because I want you to be happy."

Jackie was silent. After a moment she said; Artie, I really am having difficulty separating our games from our real life."

"So am I, but I don't think it's a problem."

"Why not?"

"We've only been openly addressing the issues surrounding our relationship for a few days. Eventually I'm certain that we'll figure it all out, but it may take us a little time. Right now what we need to do is keep talking and play lots of games."

Jackie nodded. "The games will help us figure what we want and don't want in our relationship."

"That's right and they're fun."

"Yes they are. Would you like to play a little more?"

I glanced down at my locked chastity cage. "I'm certainly dressed for it."

"Yes you're wearing the perfect outfit." 

Except for my chastity cage I was naked. Jackie was completely naked. Chuckling, I said; "I think we're both dressed appropriately."

Jackie smiled and the she pulled herself up on the bed, lay back, spread her thighs and said; "Come lay between my legs cucky."

As I was positioning myself between Jackie's knees, she sat up and said; "Artie, there's something I forgot to tell you."

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

"I called Ron today. Last night you told me that you wanted him to know the truth about our relationship." Jackie paused. She was waiting for me to confirm that I remembered telling her that. 

I nodded.

Clearly relieved that I concurred with her recollection of our previous night's conversation about her boyfriend, she said; "I tried to explain our relationship, but he was having trouble understanding it, so I gave him the cuckold web sites and suggested that he look at them after his wife goes to bed tonight."

"How do you think he'll react when he sees them?"

"With a guy like Ron you never know, I mean he's pretty macho."

"Do you think we might have problems tomorrow? Maybe I should leave before he arrives."

"No Artie, absolutely not. This is where you live. We may be playing some domination games, but no one will ever make you leave our house."

"Thank you." 

"If Ron can't handle this arrangement he's history and that's all there is to it."

"What if he makes a fuss?"

"I don't think he will, but if he does we'll tell him we're going to call his wife. We'll give him two choices. He can stay and play by our rules or he can leave. If he elects to leave I'll end all contact with him. Any other actions on his part will result in our calling his wife."

"Are you willing to do that?"

"Artie, Ron is a fuck. He's a very good fuck, but he's still just a fuck. He is replaceable."

"Do you think he'll actually look at the web sites tonight?"

"I'm almost certain he will. I made it clear to him that if he wants to continue screwing me he's going to have to understand and accept our new life style. He knows that you're going to be home tomorrow and you're going to be walking around the house. I also warned him that you may want to watch and if that's the decision you make I'm going to expect him to allow you to do it."

"Do you think that's a good idea? Maybe we should give him a little time to get used to all of this. I needed it."

Jackie shook her head. "I don't think so; we'll never have as much power over him as we have right now. He's still terrified that you're going to divorce me and sue him for alienation of affection."

"But if he reads the web sites he'll know that I'm not going to do that."

"It's still going to take him a little time to fully grasp what this is all about. We can use this time to acclimate him to our new life style. Ron's not stupid. It won't take him long to realize that he's a big winner in our new arrangement. Artie, while Ron is replaceable, I'd rather hang on to him. He's a really good fuck, one of the best I've ever had and I like him. You don't have to worry, I don't love him and I never could. He doesn't have the qualities you have, but I do enjoy his company. If you get to know him, I think you might too."

Smiling at Jackie, I said; "I can't begin to explain why, but I have to admit that the idea of you having a boyfriend is amazingly exciting."

"I know why."

"Tell me."

"Because you were born to be a cuckold, my cuckold."

Jackie and I stared at each other. After a moment I said, "You're right I was born to be your cuckold and your loyal servant too." 

"Artie, do you really mean that?"

"Yes, and it's not a game, that's real."

Smiling, Jackie said; "We belong together."

"We're a perfect fit."

"Yes we are."

We both grinned and then I asked; "So what do I need to do tomorrow to help you convince your boyfriend that he should accept your terms so you can continue seeing each other?" "That's a good question." Jackie paused. It was apparent that she was thinking about the situation. Finally she said; "I'm the one who's going to have to carry the ball on this one." She smiled at me. "The guys at the office use a lot of sports metaphors. I guess I've acquired the habit."

"They've become part of our culture."

Jackie nodded and then she continued; "For you, I think the issue is not so much what you do, but rather what you don't do. You can't lose your cool."

"Are you afraid that might happen?"

"Artie tomorrow morning, unless you withdraw to your room in the basement, you are at the very least going to see Ron kissing and fondling me."

"Two nights ago in the bar I saw Mr. Taylor put his arm around you."

"Yes you did and while that was a valuable experience, this will be different. Tomorrow morning we won't be in a public place, we'll be in the privacy of our own home. Clayt and I had to be subtle. I'm hoping Ron won't be subtle and I know I won't. Artie, if this is going to work I have to convince Ron that the sex we have with you present will be just as hot or even hotter than the sex we had when we were alone."

"That makes sense."

"I intend to be very aggressive with Ron tomorrow and I'm going to have to completely ignore you. I'll be treating you like a servant. I'll be subtle about it, but all of my attention will be directed towards Ron."

"He's your boyfriend, when you're entertaining him he should be the object of your attention."

"Artie, do you really mean that?"

"Ms. Jacqueline, if I didn't believe that I wouldn't be a very good cuckold." We grinned at each other.

Jackie moved over so that she was sitting next to me. Picking up my hand, she held it in hers and said; "Artie when we're having a serious discussion, and this is a serious discussion, I'd like us to be equals. You're a bright, intuitive man with good reasoning skills. When you're in your submissive persona I'm afraid that you might have a tendency to defer to me. During discussions in which we're trying to make a plan or solve a problem I want you to be fully involved. I want to know that I'm hearing all of your thoughts and concerns. We're a team Artie. We've always been a team. While I'm the captain of the team, you are a key player and I always want your full input."

"I'm glad that you recognized that you'll still be the captain of the team. That's the way I want it, that's the way I always want it. While I agree that during a serious discussion I should disengage myself from my submissive mindset so that I can freely offer my thoughts and opinions, I will always accede to your right to make the final decision.

Jackie stared at me. After a moment she said; "You really are the perfect mate for me."

"And Jackie, you're the perfect mate for me."

Smiling at my use of her less formal name, Jackie said; "Okay, let's get back to discussing what's going to happen tomorrow. You have to keep it together." 

"I will. Knowing that you're deliberately focusing all of your attention on Ron will help. I won't feel like you've forgotten about me."

"Artie if this works I will forget about you. Sweetie, I love sex, Ron does too. When we're together it gets pretty intense. That's one of the reasons I enjoy him so much" 

"I'm glad we're having this conversation. Knowing all of this going to help me."

"There's more." The concern in Jackie's voice was evident.

Cautiously, I said; "Tell me."

"Artie, we both have our kinks. Yours is being my submissive cuckold." 

Suddenly understanding, I said; "And yours is acting and being treated like a slut."

"That's right. Ron enjoys that too and he's very good at it. It's another reason that sex with him is so exciting for me."

"So tomorrow I'm going to see a side of you that I've never seen before."

"I'm sorry Artie, it's hard for me to act like a slut when I'm with you."

"That's okay, I don't think I have what it takes to bring it out of you."

"No baby, you don't; but even if you did I wouldn't want that from you. You give me tenderness and love. You make me feel good about myself. That's so much more important to me. Ron is more like a thrill ride. He's exciting, but nobody wants to live at the amusement park."

"That's a good way to describe it. I'm really starting to look forward to tomorrow. Watching you ride the roller coaster is going to be fun. If it turns out that I don't get to watch, that's okay too. At least I'll be able to hear you riding it."

Jackie squeezed my hand. "Artie honey, that might be another problem. When I'm with Ron I say things to him that you might misunderstand."

"Do you tell him that you love him?"

"No, but I do tell him that I love his big cock and I love the way he fucks me."

"That won't bother me." 

"I also tell him that nobody fucks me like he does. It really excites him when he hears that."

"Do you tell him that he fucks you better than your husband?"

"No Artie, I don't. I've never said that to him. When I'm with Ron you're always off limits."

"Once he learns about the true nature of our relationship that might be a difficult rule to enforce."

"I'll still try."

"Let's discuss that."

"Okay." 

"The other night I said that I was worried about you and your playmates laughing about me."

"Artie, please believe me, I'd never do that."

"Don't worry Jackie, I do believe you."

"Thank you Artie." 

I continued. "Since that first night I've had several intense conversations with you, your mom and Nattie. I've also had a chance to do quite a bit of thinking. I now have a much clearer understanding of everything. Jackie I fully understand that the other men are just playmates and I'm confident that you both love and respect me."

"I do Artie, I really do. "

"I believe that and because I believe that I'm going to suggest that you should feel free to talk about me when you're with your playmates."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm very sure. Jackie I'm a masochist. A little humiliation is fun."

"Artie, I'm a sadist. Tomorrow when Ron is fucking me I'm going to be excited. We talk a lot while we fuck. I could easily go too far. Baby I don't want to hurt you. Let's work into this gradually. How about if tomorrow I just tell Ron that he fucks me much better than you do."

"You mean as opposed to telling him that he fucks you much better than your dinky dick husband."

Jackie giggled, "That's exactly what I mean."

"Okay tomorrow you're going to tell Ron that he fucks you much better than your husband ever could."

"And you'll be all right with that."

"Hell, I'm looking forward to it."

"Artie, tomorrow is going to be a fun day. I think we have a good plan."

"I'm glad we took some time to talk about it. That's going to help me a lot."

"I'm glad we talked about it too. Do you have anymore questions?"




Jackie and Artie Ch. 13



"A couple."

"Okay."

"How should I address the two of you."

Nodding, Jackie said; "That's a very good question." After taking a moment to consider it, she said; "We talked about this two days ago."

"I remember."

"At the time we were both pretty excited. You said that you'd call Ron Mr. Clark or sir."

"Yes I did."

"Of course that was two days ago. It's much easier to make promises about things that are going to happen in the future."

I laughed. "That's very true."

"Now that it's going to happen tomorrow do you think you can still do it?"

"I don't know. I hope I can. I guess it kind of depends on how he acts with me."

Jackie nodded. "I think we can make a plan that will address that concern, but before we do that we have another issue to consider."

"What is it?"

While you and I have several agendas for tomorrow, we have to remember that Ron is coming over for only one reason, to fuck me."

Grinning, I said; "I'll bet he's hoping to get a blow job too."

Jackie laughed. "You're right about that, only he's not hoping he's certain. He knows just how much I like to suck his..." Jackie stopped herself in mid sentence. Sighing, she looked at me and said; "Artie, I'm sorry, I didn't think about what I was saying. I wasn't trying to taunt you."

I gave Jackie's hand a gentle squeeze. "Don't worry, I know you weren't trying to hurt me. You were just being honest. As far as I'm concerned the issue of my not getting blow jobs was laid to rest last night. Before we go to sleep tonight I'm actually hoping that you'll tell me just how much you're looking forward to sucking Mr. Clark's cock tomorrow."

"Really?"

"Yes and I'm also hoping that you'll make me lick your ass while your telling me."

Jackie's breath caught. "Can we start right now?"

"No, you haven't answered my question yet. How should I address the two of you tomorrow?"

Slowly nodding, Jackie said; "You're right, before we get to play we have to finish planning for tomorrow." She paused for a moment and then she said; "Okay, we want Ron to have a very good time. That means we have to keep the focus on sex; but you and I need more than that. When he leaves we also want him to have a good understanding of our relationship."

"You mean that I'm a submissive cuckold husband and you're my dominant hot wife."

"Are you okay with that?"

"Yes, if this is going to work he has to know that."

"I agree, so tomorrow I think you should address Ron as Mr. Clark and me as Ms. Jacqueline or ma'am. Can you do that?"

"It would help if you could be there to introduce us. I'm afraid that the first time I call him Mr. Clark he'll laugh at me. If he laughs at me I can't guarantee that I'll be able to control my temper."

"Artie, Ron's a big guy."

"Jackie please, give me some credit. I don't need to hit him. I'll just tell him to get the fuck out of my house and I'll warn him that if he doesn't leave I'll call the police. Unless he's a complete moron the moment he sees me pick up the telephone he'll bolt for the door."

"I'm sorry Artie, sometimes I forget just how smart you are. Don't worry, tomorrow I'll answer the door when Ron arrives. That way I can handle the introductions. If he laughs at you, I'll be the one who tells him to get the fuck out of our house."

I smiled at Jackie. "All right."

"So are you okay with calling Ron Mr. Clark?"

"Of course, he is a superior."

"Yes he is."

"So what are the two of you going to call me?"

"How about if we just call you Artie. I don't think either Ron or you are ready for Cucky."

I nodded.

"Do you have any other questions or concerns?"

"What should I wear tomorrow?"

"Your normal Saturday clothes. A pair of khakis and a knit shirt will be fine" Jackie paused. After a moment she added; "And of course your chastity cage."

I stared at her.

Jackie said; "You did agree that you'd wear it whenever I'm entertaining another man. That's what I'll be doing Tomorrow."

"But..."

"Ron will never know. This is just for me."

"He won't know? You're sure about that?"

"I can't think of any reason he would. I won't tell him and you certainly won't be taking off your pants. This is not going to be a three way."

"I understand that."

"So will you wear it?"

Smiling, I said; "Yes, I'll wear it."

"Thank you, it will make the day more exciting for me."

"Actually it will make it more exciting for me too."

"Really?"

"Having to watch or listen to Mr. Clark enjoying you while I'm not even allowed to get a full erection is going to be incredibly humiliating. You know that will excite me"

"Artie, you are a masochist."

"Are you're telling me that's not the reason you want me to wear the cage?"

Jackie laughed. "You caught me. Yes, I'm a sadist. Knowing that you're going to have to listen or hopefully watch Ron fuck me while you can't even touch yourself is amazingly exciting."

"I'm glad you're a sadist."

Giggling, Jackie said; "And I'm glad you're a masochist."

"Tomorrow is going to be fun."

"I think so too." "I don't have anymore questions, are you ready to play?"

"Hell yes." Jackie swung her legs on to the bed and rolled over so she was lying on her stomach. "I believe you made a promise about what you'd do while I described to you how much I enjoy sucking Ron's cock. I'm ready."

I got on the bed and positioned myself between Jackie's parted thighs. "I'm ready too."

"I'm going to do a little teasing."

"I hope so."

"All right, here we go. Jackie paused for a second and then she said; "My boy friend has a magnificent cock. You don't mind that I have a boy friend, do you cucky?"

"No ma'am, I don't mind at all. In fact, I'm pleased that you have a boyfriend."

"You're pleased, tell me why?"

"I know how much you enjoy sex. Your boyfriend can satisfy you much better than I can."

"Why can't you satisfy me cucky?"

"My wee wee is too small."

Jackie giggled. "Your wee wee? Little boys have wee wees. Are you a little boy cucky?" 

"No ma'am, but I do have a little boy's cock."

"My boyfriend doesn't have a little boy's cock, does he cucky?"

"No ma'am, I saw it on Tuesday. He has a great big cock."

"A great big beautiful cock."

"Yes ma'am, a great big beautiful cock."

"Allowing me to have a boy friend is very considerate of you. Most husbands won't let other men fuck their wives."

"I want you to be happy."

"Having a boyfriend does make me happy. What else will you do to make me happy cucky?"

"Anything ma'am, anything at all"

"Anything? Oh my you really are a devoted husband, aren't you?"

"I try ma'am, I try very hard."

"I know that and I do appreciate your effort."

"Thank you ma'am."

"Do you know what would please me right now?"

"Yes ma'am, I believe I do."

"Tell me."

"You'd like me to kiss and lick your ass while you dream about sucking your boyfriend's great big beautiful cock."

"Will you do that for me cucky?"

"Yes ma'am, of course I will. I love kissing your ass."

"Tell me why."

"It's a way for me to express my total devotion to you."

"If you're willing to lick my ass while I dream about sucking another man's cock you must be very devoted to me."

"I am ma'am."

Jackie grinned. "Okay cucky, it's time. Do it; kiss my ass. Do it right now."

"Yes ma'am." Moving slowly and deliberately, I spread Jackie's gorgeous cheeks and exposed her tiny anus. I took a moment to look at it and then I bent down and gently kissed it.

"That's right cucky kiss me, kiss me right there; kiss my ass."

Jackie's encouragement spurred my excitement; I closed my eyes, pressed my lips to her asshole and kissed her with passion. 

"That feels wonderful. Now use your tongue, give my ass a French kiss."

Keeping my lips pressed to Jackie's anus I pushed my tongue into her.

"That's it, that's what I want." Raising up onto her hands and knees, Jackie pushed her rear back into my face. "Lick me cucky, lick my asshole." At the same time she shifted her weight to her left hand, reached back between her legs with her right hand and started rubbing her clit with her fingertips.

Mad with desire, I tried to push my tongue even deeper into her asshole.

Savagely grinding her ass into my face while she frantically rubbed her clit, Jackie said; "Cucky, I love cocks. I love all of them; big, small, white or black, they're all wonderful. My boyfriend has a magnificent cock. It's big, at least eight inches long and thick too. I can't even come close to wrapping my fingers all the way around it."

We both knew that Jackie could easily wrap her fingers around my little penis. She was telling me that Ron's cock was not only much longer than mine it was also much bigger around. 

"Artie honey, Ron's cock also has that nice upward curve that I like so much. It really is a thing of beauty. Sometimes I just lie next to him in bed admiring it and playing with it." 

As she spoke Jackie began panting with excitement. It was clear that she was quickly losing control. Still she managed to continue. "Ron has amazing self control. I can play with his cock, stroke it, even suck it. It doesn't matter what I do to him, Ron won't cum until he knows I'm ready for him to cum. He can do that while were fucking too. Artie, Ron can fuck me for thirty, sometimes even forty minutes before he cums. He's like a machine. I love having him on top of me, my legs wrapped around his muscular thighs, while he pounds his magnificent cock in and out of my cunt."

Jackie was still madly rubbing her clit and I was still furiously kissing and licking her asshole. I could feel the tension building in her body. I knew that an eruption had to be imminent. 

It was. Jackie arched her back and cried, "I love Ron's cock. I love playing with Ron's cock. I love sucking Ron's cock and most of all I love getting fucked by Ron's cock." And then she shrieked and her entire body started to shake. Jackie's hand, the hand that had been rubbing her clit, dropped back to the mattress. She needed the support.

I sat up and waited while the waves of orgasmic pleasure rolled through her body. Gradually the convulsions subsided. When the storm finally passed Jackie slumped to the bed and lay still, enjoying the euphoria that always follows an intense climax.

I continued to wait patiently.

Eventually Jackie rolled over and smiled at me. "Artie honey, nobody but you can give me an orgasm like that one."

Shaking my head, I said; "I think Mr. Clark had a pretty significant role in that orgasm."

Jackie was silent. After a moment she frowned and said; "Artie, I'm sorry. I got carried away. The combination of the games we played tonight and the anticipation of the fun we're going to have tomorrow had me so worked up that I said some things I probably shouldn't have said."

"No, you didn't say anything wrong. In fact this was good. You warned me that you might say things tomorrow that I might misinterpret. This was a preview. I'm now better prepared for tomorrow."

"But..."

"Jackie all you said was that you love Ron's cock. You love playing with it, sucking it and getting fucked by it. You didn't say that you love Ron."

"I would never say that. I don't love Ron. I love you Artie."

"I know that Jackie." I smiled at her. "I love you too and because I love you I'm glad that you've found a cock that you love."

Jackie giggled. "He really does have a nice cock."

"And you're going to get to enjoy it tomorrow."

Jackie stared for a moment and then she said; "Artie, I need to do something tonight and I won't take no for an answer."

"What do you want to do?" 

"Come lie down." She fluffed up a pillow. "Rest your head on this pillow."

"Jackie, what are..."

"Artie, I told you to rest your head on this pillow. Are you going to disobey me?"

"No ma'am."

While I was getting settled Jackie took the key to my chastity cage out of the drawer in her night table. After unlocking me, she set my cage on the table and turned back to me. We both looked at my penis. It was already erect.

Giggling, Jackie said, "Once he was released it certainly didn't take your little soldier long to snap to attention."

"He's been getting quite a bit of motivation this evening."

Jackie gently wrapped her fingers around it. "I'm about to give him a little more motivation." 

She leaned over. As Jackie started licking the head of my penis I said; "I thought you were going to be my dominant mistress tonight."

"I am. As your dominant mistress I get to do whatever I want. Right now I want to suck your cock. Are you going to argue with me cuckboy?"

"No ma'am."

"Good, then relax and enjoy this."

"Yes ma'am."

Jackie giggled and then she slipped my penis into her mouth and started sucking me. 

It was a wonderful blow job. That wasn't a surprise, Jackie was an expert. She was careful, so I was actually able to last for several minutes. When I finally did reach my climax Jackie kept my penis in her mouth and continued sucking me while I ejaculated. Cumming in a woman's mouth while she's still sucking you is an unbelievable thrill. 

Once I was finished Jackie lay quietly next to me. A minute or two passed and then she rolled over onto her side so she was facing me, laid her arm across my chest and asked; "Did you enjoy that sweetie?"

"It was wonderful."

"I thought it was too."

"You didn't kiss me afterward."

"That's right, I didn't."

"Why not? I thought you wanted to teach me to enjoy the taste of semen."

"I do, but tonight I was greedy. Tonight I wanted all your cum for myself." Jackie giggled. "If you'll let me, I'll make it up to you tomorrow. I'll share all of Ron's semen with you."

Laughing, I said; "I'm overwhelmed by your generosity."

Jackie leaned over, kissed my cheek and whispered; "You should be cuckboy, I like Ron's cum almost as much as I like yours."

I rolled over so that I was facing Jackie. "You really are a slut, aren't you?" I was grinning at her.

Grinning back, Jackie said; "Baby I was born to be a slut just like you were born to be a submissive cuck."

"It's a good thing we found each other."

"Damn right cucky."

We kissed and then we held each other. For several minutes we lay quietly in each others arms. Jackie finally broke the silence. "Artie."

"Yes Jacqueline."

Jackie paused. After a second she smiled and said; "I like hearing you call me Jacqueline. I think I still prefer it to Ms. Jacqueline."

"I'll try to remember that. Sometimes when I'm feeling really submissive it's hard not to call you Ms. Jacqueline."

"I understand. When I'm feeling really dominant I get a thrill from hearing you call me Ms. Jacqueline too."

"Tomorrow, when Mr. Clark is here do you want me to call you Jacqueline?"

"Actually I think that would be better, but you should still call him Mr. Clark."

"Of course. Jacqueline, a moment ago you were going to say something. Was it important?"

"It is to me."

"Tell me." "Artie I loved sucking your cock two nights ago and I loved sucking your cock again tonight. I enjoy playing kinky sex games with you, but I don't want to give up sucking your cock. 

I stared at Jackie. "Please don't do this."

"Artie, I don't understand. I'm trying to say something nice to you. What's wrong?"

"Jackie, you can tease me, you can taunt me, you can even neglect me; but please don't ever patronize me."

Jackie bristled "I'm not patronizing you."

"You just spent the last two hours extolling the virtues of Ron Clark's cock. No that's not right, it was his big beautiful cock. Tonight when you orgasmed you screamed out, I love his cock, I love to play with his cock, I love to suck his cock and most of all I love to get fucked by his cock. A little earlier you told me how amazing my little wee wee was. You called it a miniature toy that looked like a real cock and even worked like a real cock. Don't tell me you're not patronizing me when you try to tell me that you might actually enjoy sucking my little wee wee."

"Artie, those things were said in the context of our game. I told you that I was afraid that I might get carried away and go too far. Apparently that's exactly what happened. I'm sorry."

I knew Jackie was right, but I was hurt and angry. I wasn't yet ready to be mollified. I continued glaring at her.

Not willing to be deterred, Jackie said. "As to my comments about Ron's cock; yes, I do find it exciting. It is magnificent, but even though I do love playing with it, sucking it and getting fucked by it; that doesn't mean that I don't love your cock even more. It's true I love cocks that are big, stiff and curved. They really are wonderful, but the character of the man attached to the cock is much more important to me then the cock itself. Artie, you have a beautiful cock because you're a beautiful man. You make me feel safe and loved. You're a great father for our children and a wonderful mate for me. I have complete faith that you will always do everything you can to take care of us. Those are the things that really matter."

Jackie paused. After a moment she said; "Ron is fun guy. He has a big beautiful cock and knows how to use it; but that doesn't mean he knows how to love. I doubt that his wife feels either safe or secure. Ron is a carnival ride. While he's a lot of fun, when the fun stops there isn't much there. So yes, during our games tonight the immature hedonist in me cried out my love for Ron's cock, but that doesn't mean that I don't understand that the cock of substance in my life belongs to the man of substance in my life. Artie, that man is you."

"So why is he your boyfriend?"

"Artie, Ron is a carnival and I love a carnival."

Smiling at Jackie, I said; "Okay, this is difficult, but I think I understand."

"Artie, that's not all."

"What do you mean?"

"There's another reason I want to suck your cock every night for the rest of our lives."

"Tell me."

"In our game your role is entirely oriented towards expressing your love and devotion to me. Artie, I love you every bit as much as you love me. When do I get to express my love and devotion for you. Damn it Artie, in our game I'm supposed to be a cold evil bitch. I love you. I don't always want to be a cold evil bitch."

I said, "This is going to take some work, isn't it?"

"Yes it is." 

As I listened to Jackie I realized that everything she was telling me made sense. She was offering to give me blow jobs because she loved me and that was a way for her to express that love. That should be all the reason she needed. I smiled at her. "Jackie I was wrong. I shouldn't have questioned your motives. I love you and any time the spirit moves you I would love a blow job."

"It's okay, I understand. Right now we're both going through a period of adjustment. We just have to keep talking." Jackie grinned. "And I'm quite certain that the spirits going to be moving me every day."

Chuckling, I said; "Well I guess I won't have to jack off in the shower any more."

Jackie stared at me. "Artie, what did you just say?"

Realizing what I'd just admitted I was momentarily embarrassed, but then recognizing the absurdity of that reaction I looked at Jackie and said; "Considering what's occurred during the past several years I think your disapproval is inappropriate."

"Artie, I wasn't being critical, I was surprised. Of course that reaction was just as stupid. Considering how I've neglected you I should have realized that you had to be getting yourself off. Hell if I'd been in your position I would have been doing the exact same thing. Artie I feel awful. I've been getting all the hot sex I wanted while you had to get your relief jacking off in the shower. Shit, because you're such a wonderful husband you couldn't even do it while you were looking at porn on the Internet. You were too busy taking care of the girls and me."




Jackie and Artie Ch. 13



Not having any idea how to respond, I just shrugged.

"That settles it! Whether you want it or not you're getting a blow job every day for the rest of your life. You're my one true love, I'm a blow job queen and you still had to resort to Rosie and her five friends to get relief. I will be eternally ashamed about that." 

"I think you're blowing this out of proportion."

"Damn it Artie, I am not! You're married to a slut who absolutely adores you. I fucked up, for several years I neglected you; but baby you can bet your sweet ass that it won't ever happen again."

Laughing, I said; "This is going to put a crimp in our cuckold sex game."

"Maybe, but maybe not. We're both smart. I'll bet we can figure out a way to play the game and still keep you satisfied. We had a good time tonight, didn't we? You ate my ass while I taunted you about Ron and then we finished the evening with a hot little blow job for you. What's wrong with that?"

Still laughing, I said; "Absolutely nothing, it was a wonderful evening and I would love to repeat it as often as we can; but..."

"Artie, I'm still going to date other men and we're still going to have a wife led marriage. I'm just going to be making sure that my sweet little servant is always happy and content. That will be okay, won't it?"

"That means we won't be playing any denial games." The disappointment in my voice was evident.

"Denial is one of your masochistic fantasies, isn't it?"

I nodded.

Jackie shook her head. "Artie, this is hard. I want to show you how much I love you and sometimes I want to be your slut; but you do have a right to your fantasies." She smiled. "Want to know a secret?"

"Yeah."

"Denial is one of my fantasies too. I am a sadist."

"But right now your more concerned about atoning for your neglect."

"No Artie, that's not true. I need to be able to express my love for you and sometimes I want to be your slut."

"You said that even if I could make you act like a slut you wouldn't want me to do that. You told me that I give you love, safety and security."

"That's true and I don't want you to make me act like a slut, but that doesn't mean that I can't choose to act like a slut for you."

Grinning, I said; "Okay, I understand." I was about to say, so what do we do? when I had an idea. "Jackie, I might have a solution."

"What is it?" 

"You usually date twice a week, right."

"Sometimes only once a week and once in a great while three times in a week, but that's rare. Because of work obligations and family obligations three dates in a week create a lot of pressure. Twice a week is perfect." Jackie winked at me. "Especially now that I'll be getting a little extra action at home."

"I propose a rule."

"I'm listening."

"The morning of the day before you have a date you lock me in my chastity cage and I wear it..."

"Until I get home from my date."

"That's right."

Jackie smiled. "When I get home from my date I'll unlock you, but since I'll have just had a session of hot sex with a big cocked playmate you'll have to settle for jacking off into a tissue paper pussy."

"Will you let me lick your pussy first?"

"I won't let you do it, I'll make you do it."

"Will you make me lick your ass or kiss your feet while I'm jacking off?"

"If you don't I'll lock you back in your chastity cage and make you wait to cum until after I get home from my next date."

"This sounds like fun."

"Yes it does."

"The next night, the night after your date will be slut wife night."

Jackie leered at me. "And I get to be as nasty as I want."

"And I'll enjoy every minute of it."

"Artie this is a great plan. During an average week I'll get two dates with other men and three slut wife nights with you and you'll get four days of frustrating denial."

"And on two of those days I'll know you're partying with another man."

"And on two of those days you'll know I'll be partying with another man the next day."

"Are two dates a week enough for you?"

"Between my work schedule and family responsibilities I don't have time for more than two dates a week."

"And it's our schedule so we're not bound by it. If something special comes up like one of your mom's sex club parties or a trade show we can always renegotiate the plan for that week."

"Yes we can. Artie, can we do this?" 

"I'd like to try it."

"I would too." Jackie thought for a moment and then she smiled and said; "I have a motel date with Phil Harper on Tuesday. That means that on Monday morning I'll have to lock you into your chastity cage before you leave for work."

"That's right."

"Monday night when we go to bed you'll still have to eat my pussy, but you won't get to cum. Are you sure you're okay with that?"

"I'm not just okay with it, I'm excited about it."

"And Tuesday evening after the girls are in bed we'll go into my bedroom where you'll go down on me again. While you're doing it I'll tell you about my afternoon with Phil. After I've had as many orgasms as I want I'll unlock you and make you kiss my feet while you jack off into a tissue paper pussy."

I grinned at Jackie. 

She winked at me and said; "On Wednesday night, after the girls go to bed, I get to be a nasty slut."

"You'll suck my cock."

"And you'll fuck my ass. You can fuck my pussy too, but I really want to feel you in my ass. I think you may have the perfect cock for anal sex. Artie, this is going to be so much fun. I can't wait until Monday."

"Why are we waiting until Monday? Why can't we start right now?"

"Ron's coming over tomorrow."

"Yes he is, so you'd better lock me up before we go to sleep."

"Artie if we start this tonight it means that after Ron leaves tomorrow you won't get to fuck me."

"I'm hoping that by the time Mr. Clark leaves tomorrow you'll be so worn out that you won't want me to fuck you. A little pampering from me will be just what you'll need."

"A little pampering, I like that Artie." Jackie smiled. "Yes, after spending the afternoon as Ron's slut I'll definitely need a little pampering."

"I'll give you a bath and a massage."

"You'll have to go down on me. Ron has a big cock. My pussy will need a soothing tongue massage."

"Of course and being a considerate servant once I have you pleasantly relaxed I won't want to bother you."

"So after I unlock you you'll have to take care of satisfying your own needs by yourself. Understand that I will want to watch and while you're doing it I'll still require you to entertain me by kissing my feet or my ass."

"You should expect nothing less from your loyal servant."

"Your obedience is appreciated."

Nodding, I said; "Ma'am it is an honor to serve you."

Jackie grinned. "On Sunday night your loyalty and devotion will be rewarded. On Sunday night you'll get to enjoy all the benefits of being married to a slut."

"I'm looking forward to it."

"You should be, I guarantee you it's going to be memorable." Jackie flashed me a playful smile. "Of course you'd better enjoy it because on Monday morning I'll be locking you up again and on Tuesday Phil Harper will be enjoying those same benefits."

"And I will be profoundly envious of him."

"Artie, this is going to be so much fun."

I glanced at the alarm clock on Jackie's dresser. It was 11:30. "It is going to be fun and while we're both excited about it, it's getting late. We have a big day tomorrow and it will be more fun if we get some rest tonight."

"You're right." Jackie sat up, reached over to her night table and picked up my chastity cage. "I'd better lock you up right now."

"Yes, of course."

Because I was tired and because I don't recover quite as quickly as some other men, my penis was still soft from Jackie's blow job. That made it easy for her to slip my chastity cage back on me. 

As she snapped the lock shut Jackie smiled at me and said, "I never would have guessed that the simple act of closing a lock could be so exciting."

"Does it make you feel powerful."

"Yes, it really does."

"You enjoy power, don't you."

"Power and control, I like to be in charge."

"And I enjoy serving."

"We really are perfect for each other."

"Yes we are."

Jackie slipped under the covers. "Come on baby, it's time to go to sleep."

I got under the covers next to Jackie. She kissed me and said; "Good night cucky."

"Good night Jacqueline."

I put my arm around Jackie. She cuddled up next to me. It had been a long, eventful, exciting and at times stressful week. Both of us were exhausted. We fell asleep immediately.



Jackie and Artie Ch. 14



This is the fourteenth episode in a series entitled "Jackie and Artie". If you have not read the previous thirteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Jackie and Artie" is a romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative lifestyle. If this subject matter offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

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While the next morning was a Saturday, I didn't take the opportunity to sleep in. I was much too excited. I had a busy morning ahead of me and I had two young daughters who soon be up racing around the house in excited anticipation of their day with Grandma Connie.

At 6:15 I was in the shower. I smiled as I washed my plastic encased penis. My morning shower soirees with Rosie and her five friends were now part of the past.

By 6:30 I was shaved and dressed. Jackie and the girls were still asleep. I took the opportunity to complete a task. Thursday afternoon I'd hand washed the white lace baby doll nighty that Jackie had worn for me after she'd returned home from her first hotel session with Clayton Taylor. After I'd washed it I'd hung it up to dry in my basement bedroom, but I still hadn't ironed it. I wanted it to look nice when Jackie wore it for Mr. Clark so I hurried downstairs and quickly pressed it.

As soon as I was finished I carried the nightie upstairs and hung it in Jackie's closet. She was still asleep.

I had chores to do in the kitchen. As I crossed the living room, I could hear movement in the girl's bedroom. It was just after 7:00. Connie wouldn't be picking up the girls until 9:30 so they would need something to tide them over until they had their late breakfast at the IHOP. I set two bowls of cereal and milk and two small glasses of orange juice on the kitchen table. 

I'd just finished making a pot of coffee for Jackie and me when the girls burst into kitchen. "Morning daddy." They were both still in their pajamas. 

Picking both of them up at the same time, I gave them a tandem hug and then set them down again. "Grandma Connie won't be here for a couple of hours so I put out some cereal and juice for you."

Cassie said, "Okay daddy." Then she took her younger sister's hand and said; "Come on Moni, let's eat our cereal."

I was pouring a cup of coffee for myself when I heard Jackie behind me. "I definitely married the right man."

I turned. Jackie was standing in the dining room doorway. She was dressed in a navy blue cotton tee shirt and a pair of gray sweat pants. She still looked ravishing.

Smiling, I said; "Morning Jacqueline."

"Morning Cowboy."

In unison the girls called, "Morning mommy."

Jackie walked over to them and said; "How are my two darling daughters?"

Grinning, Monica said; "We're having two breakfasts today."

"Yes you are. You're very lucky."

Monica nodded and went back to her cereal.

Cassie asked, "Mommy can we color while we eat our cereal?"

"I can't think of any reason you shouldn't. Are you going to color in your 'Madagascar' books?"

"Yes."

"Go get them."

The girls got up and raced out of the kitchen. 

As soon as they were gone Jackie turned and sauntered over to me. I'd just poured a cup of coffee for her. I handed it to her. She took a sip and said; "You seem to have things well in hand this morning."

Shrugging, I answered; "Just your normal Saturday."

Jackie whispered; "Until my guest arrives, then I expect it will become an extraordinary Saturday."

"Are you excited?"

"Very, aren't you?"

"It's all I can think about."

"It's going to be a fun day. By the way, thank you for washing and ironing my nightie. It will be appreciated."

Grinning, I said; "By all three of us."

"Really?"

I nodded. "I keep imagining you dressed in that nightie kissing Mr. Clark."

"Does that image excite you?"

"Very much."

"Good, because you're actually going to see it happen today." Jackie reached over and gently caressed my caged penis. "Of course all you'll be allowed to do is listen and watch, but that's okay with you, isn't it cuckboy. You like to listen and watch"

"Yes ma'am, I do." Jackie and I were both smiling.

We heard the girls racing back through the living room. Realizing that our private moment was about to end I quickly asked, "Do you want me to take care of the girls while you start getting ready for your date?"

Jackie shook her head. "No, it's just Ron. Mom and the girls will be gone by 10:00; Ron's not going to get here until 11:00. An hour will be more than enough time to get ready." Jackie smiled. "Especially if you help."

"Will you let me help?"

"You are my servant. I expect you to help."

Bowing politely, I said; "Jacqueline, I am at your service."

The girls walked back into the kitchen carrying coloring books and crayons. As they set them on the kitchen table, Jackie whispered; "Artie, I'd like to sit with the girls for a little while. I haven't spent much time with them this week.

"I think that's a good idea. It will also give me a chance to get a few household chores done."

"Artie, do we have any beer in the refrigerator?"

"We have a full six pack. We also have some ham and cheese. If you and your visitor get hungry I can make sandwiches for you."

Jackie kissed my cheek and whispered; "Thanks, you really are a wonderful servant." And then she joined the girls at the kitchen table.

I glanced at the clock. It was 8:30. Connie would be here in an hour and Ron Clark was due to arrive in two and a half hours. Saturday was the day I generally did the laundry; so I gathered all the dirty clothes from the upstairs bedrooms and carried them to the laundry room in the basement. 

While I was sorting them into washer loads the telephone rang. I heard Jackie walk across the kitchen to answer it, so I continued sorting clothes. 

I was putting a load of whites into the washer when Jackie called down the stairs; "Artie, it's Nattie she wants to talk to you."

Eager to hear about Nattie's evening with Milton Craig I hurried into my basement bedroom and picked up the telephone. "Hello?"

"Artie?"

"Hi Nattie, are you in Albany?"

"Yes, I got here at suppertime yesterday. Miltie picked me up at the airport. I took him out to dinner. Albany is a beautiful city. It's filled with interesting old buildings and the state capitol is amazing."

"I'm still here too. I want to hear every detail. How was your dinner date?" It was Jackie. She was still on the kitchen telephone.

"It was wonderful. The food was excellent and we talked for hours. Miltie and I have a lot of common interests. That's one of the reasons we became good friends so quickly."

I said, "That's a good basis for a relationship."

"It is. Artie I'm already in love with him again."

Jackie asked, "Where did you stay last night?"

"At his apartment."

"Did you let him fuck you?"

"Jackie, I'm your sister. Of course I did."

I smiled.

Jackie said; "You're right, that was a silly question. How was he?"

"It's like you an Artie. He has a tiny dick and he cums quickly; but I love him, so that makes it wonderful. I also taught him to eat my pussy and he loves to lick my ass. I had about a million orgasms last night."

Jackie laughed. "That's a lot."

I asked, "Where's Miltie now?"

"He's sitting right next to me. Would you like to talk to him?"

"If you wouldn't mind, I would like that."

"I wouldn't mind at all and I know he wants to talk to you."

There was a pause and then Miltie said; "Hi Artie, I really want to thank you for what you did. Last night was the best night of my entire life."

"I'm glad I could help. Miltie, have you talked about everything?"

"You mean the fantasy stuff."

"If you're going to be with Natalie I don't think much of it will be a fantasy."

"I know, last night she made me get down on my knees and beg to be her slave."

"Did you do it?"

"Yes."

"How did you feel about that?"

"I don't think I've ever been as excited as I was at that moment."

"Did you talk about other men?"

"Artie, I know Natalie is going to cuckold me. I want her to do it. Tonight we're going to go to a local dance club. We're going to sit at a table together, but she's going to flirt and dance with other guys."

"Do you think other guys will actually ask Natalie to dance if you're sitting at the table with her?"

"I wondered about that too, but Natalie told me they will if she sends out the right signals."

"Is she actually going to hook up with one of the guys?"

There was a pause and then Natalie was on the telephone. "No Artie I'm not. I'm here to spend the weekend with Miltie. I'm not going to waste any of it letting some stranger fuck me in a hotel room. Miltie is coming to see me next weekend and I was thinking that I might get one of the guys from the sex club to come over to my house and fuck me while Miltie watches."

"Is he ready for that?"

"He's nodding his head, yes; so I guess he is. Hey mom told me that you're party is still on for today. Are you two excited?"

Jackie said, "Damn right we are. Artie even washed and ironed my white lace nightie for the occasion."

"Good boy Artie, an obedient cuckold should do everything he can to make sure his wife's boyfriend has a good time when he comes over for a party."

I smiled.

Jackie said, "Last night we spent a lot of time talking about today. I think we have a pretty good plan."

Nattie asked, "Artie are you still a little nervous?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Just remember that you're the only man Jackie loves."

"I think he's okay with that, it's Ron he's worried about."

"I'm sure you'll be able to keep him under control."

"I'm sure I will too, but this is Artie's first time. He's still nervous about it."

"That's really not hard to understand. This isn't just some guy from a club. Ron is your regular fuck buddy."

"Actually we're using the term, boyfriend now."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"That is hot, but that probably makes him even more nervous. Artie honey, you're still the only man Jackie will ever love and the fact that she knows Ron so well should make it even easier for her to control him."

"That's right, if he's rude to you he's history and I'm going to make sure he knows that."

I said, "Don't worry, I know that and I'm actually not all that nervous anymore. I think it's going to be fun."

Nattie said; "That's the spirit Artie, it is going to be fun. Just relax and enjoy yourself. Today you're actually going to live one of those cuckold stories you showed us."

"Thanks Natalie, that's a good way to look at it. Don't worry; I'm going to have a good time."

"That's good Artie. Hey, I have to go. Miltie and I are going to take a drive down the Hudson River valley. He told me that it's incredibly beautiful. You two have fun today."

Jackie said, "Enjoy your drive and have fun at the club tonight. Call me Monday. I'll want to hear everything about your weekend."

"And I'll want to hear everything about your date today."

"Bye Nattie, tell Miltie good bye too."

"I will. Bye Jackie, bye Artie."

"Bye Natalie, have a good rest of the weekend."

"I will." Nattie hung up. Jackie and I did too." Jackie enjoyed expensive lingerie. It was all attractive and very sexy, but it had to be hand washed. That was my next project. 

I was rinsing Jackie's panties when I heard the girls yell, "Grandma." Connie was here. After quickly hanging the panties on the drying rack I went upstairs to say hello. 

When I entered the kitchen Jackie, Connie and the girls were seated at the table. The girls were now dressed and ready to go with Connie. Jackie and Connie were paging through the two "Madagascar" coloring books. While they were doing that Cassie and Monica were both carrying on a running narrative about what they were looking at. 

For a second I stood in the doorway and watched. In the complex, high stress world we're all forced to negotiate it's rare to encounter unfettered happiness. At that moment it was occurring in front of me. 

Cassie was the first to notice me standing there. "Daddy come look at our coloring books. We know all the animals."

Monica turned. When she saw me she exclaimed, "Grandma's taking us to the movie."

Smiling I said, "Yes she is and since you know all the animals it will be even more fun for you."

Both girls nodded.

Jackie and Connie stood up. Jackie said to the girls; "Cassie, Monica it's time to leave. I want you both to go potty right now."

Cassie said, "Okay mommy." Turning to her sister, she said; "Come on Moni, let's go." The girls raced out of the kitchen. Both of them were giggling.

After they were gone Jackie and Connie walked over to me. Connie said; "Hi cowboy, how ya doin this morning?"

"I'm okay Constance."

"Are you a little nervous?"

I paused to consider Connie's question. After a moment I said; "I think I'm more anxious than nervous."

"That word has several meanings cowboy."

"Yes it does and I think I'm feeling all of them."

Jackie and Connie both smiled. Connie said; "Relax and have fun today. I know my daughter. She'll keep things under control."

"I believe she will too."

Jackie said, "You're trying to keep busy right now, aren't you."

"Yes I am."

Connie asked, "What are you doing in the basement?"

Shrugging, I said; "The laundry, I just finished hand washing Jacqueline's lingerie."

Connie looked at me for a second and then she turned to her daughter. "Jackie honey, you treat this man right. You don't want to lose him. He is the perfect husband for you."

"I know that mom. In fact Artie and I had a long talk about that last night."

"Constance, you don't have to worry. Jacqueline is stuck with me. You see she's also the perfect wife for me. We were destined to be together."

Reaching out, Connie grabbed my wrist and held it firmly in her hand. "Promise me you'll remember that today."

"I will."

"Jackie's friend is a casual playmate and nothing more."

"Mom, we talked about that last night too. I think Artie understands that."

Connie looked at me. 

Nodding, I said; "I do."

"I hope so, because for Nattie, Jackie and me this really is nothing more than recreation."

"I know that Constance."

"Good. By the way, thank you again for what you did for Nattie. She called me this morning. She was absolutely giddy with happiness."

Jackie said, "She called us just before you got here. I agree with you. She did seem genuinely happy."

At that moment the girls raced back into the kitchen and ran directly to Connie. Cassie said; "Grandma, we're ready to go."

Connie released my wrist and put an arm around each of the girls. "Okay, let's go have some breakfast."

As they turned to leave Jackie said; "Girls be good today. Listen to your grandmother."

Cassie called back, "Don't worry mommy, we're always good." And then they disappeared out the door.

As soon as they were gone Jackie and I both looked up at the clock on the wall. It was five minutes after ten. Taking my hand, Jackie said; "Come on Cucky, my boyfriend will be here in less than an hour. It's time for me to start getting ready." Once we were inside Jackie's bedroom she let go of my hand and said; "Undress me."

I quickly pulled her tee shirt over her head and then I untied her gray sweat pants and pulled them down to her ankles. Jackie hadn't bothered to put on panties. As I kneeled to help her step out of the sweat pants I couldn't help staring at her smoothly shaved cunt.

Jackie noticed. "Cucky, today my body is available to Ron, but not to you. Because you're my servant it's necessary for you to see me naked, but staring is impolite."

Feeling unbelievably submissive, I answered; "Yes Ms. Jacqueline, I understand. Please forgive me, it won't happen again."

"Cucky, remember what I told you last night. A good servant can peek but he shouldn't get caught staring."

"Yes ma'am, I'll remember that."

"That's a good boy; now take care of my things. When you're finished I want you to take off your clothes, go into my bathroom and prepare my shower. Come and get me when the water is at the proper temperature." 

Jackie lay down on her bed, closed her eyes and waited. After depositing her tee shirt and sweat pants in the dirty clothes basket, I undressed and then I hurried into her bathroom and turned on her shower. 

As soon as I had the water adjusted to the proper temperature I stepped into Jackie's bedroom and announced, "Ma'am your shower is ready."

Jackie stood up. As she followed me into her bathroom she said; "Very good cucky."

For a submissive cuckold husband bathing his wife is always an exciting activity. When the bath or shower is part of her preparation for a date with another man that excitement is magnified tenfold.

I gave Jackie a thorough bath, but realizing that time was at a premium I worked quickly. When I was finished Jackie stepped out of the tub and waited while I dried her with a large bath towel.

Once that was done Jackie said, "Clean up in here. When you're finished join me in my bedroom."

"Yes ma'am."

I quickly rinsed the tub, dried myself and hung the towels up to dry. As soon as I was finished I joined Jackie. She was already seated at her makeup table applying eye shadow.

Without turning around, Jackie said; "Cucky, brush my hair."

I was actually quite adept at brushing Jackie's hair. I'd started doing it while we were still in college. Smiling as I realized that this was one of our first dominant submissive acts, I picked up Jackie's brush and began making the long smooth strokes she enjoyed so much. 

Finished with her eye shadow, Jackie began applying mascara to her eye lashes. As I watched her I realized that she was applying a great deal more eye makeup then she normally wears. 

I commented. "Mr. Clark must enjoy eye makeup."

Jackie smiled. "You noticed."

"Yes ma'am, you're putting it on much heavier than usual."

"Ron gets excited when I look like a slut."

"I'll bet that excites you too."

"It does cucky, it really does."

"What perfume are you going to wear for him?"

Jackie sighed. "I wish I could wear perfume, but I can't."

"Why not?"

"It's not worth the risk. Ron's married. Wives are quite adept at detecting the presence of another woman's perfume." 

Finished with her eyes, Jackie started applying her lipstick.

"I imagine you have to be careful with lipstick too."

"I use lip gloss, it doesn't smear nearly as much as lipstick. I still have to be careful. We try to get Ron's shirt off as quickly as possible and when we're finished I always check him over for any stray marks."

"Dating married men has its complications."

"Yes, but the advantages far outweigh those complications."

"Yes, I suppose they do."

Handing me a small white scrunchie with a tiny bow attached to it, Jackie said; "Pull my hair back into a ponytail. Fasten it with this scrunchie."

This was also something I'd done many times for Jackie. I pulled her hair back into a ponytail, slipped the scrunchie onto it and adjusted the bow so it was on top. Once I was finished I said, "I like it when you wear your hair in a ponytail."

"I know you do."

"Does Mr. Clark like it too?"

"Cucky, he loves it."

"Today you're doing this for him, aren't you?"

Jackie turned and looked at me. "Yes Artie, I am. Baby this is his day. Everything I do today will be for him. Are you going to be okay with that?"

Smiling, I said; "I'm not only okay with it, it excites me."

"I was hoping it would." Jackie stood up. As she walked over to her full length mirror, she said; "Be a good boy and bring me the nighty and my white marabou slippers."

I hurried into Jackie's closet, removed the nighty from its hanger and looked around for the slippers. While I wasn't exactly certain what marabou slippers looked like I spotted a pair of white open toed slippers with a plume of feathers adorning the top. They were lying on the floor in the corner of the closet. I picked them up. They had at least four inch heels. Assuming that these were the marabou slippers I brought both them and the nighty out to Jackie. 




Jackie and Artie Ch. 14



As soon as she saw the slippers Jackie smiled. "Good, you found them. I wasn't sure if you've ever seen a pair of marabou slippers."

"I haven't, but when I saw these I assumed that's what they were."

"They were at my mothers. I brought them over here after work on Thursday. I have several pairs. I wear them at the sex club parties. I thought these would look good with the nighty."

"They will. I'm sure Mr. Clark will appreciate them."

Licking her lips, Jackie smiled and said; "I'm sure he will too."

"You're getting excited, aren't you?"

Jackie looked at me. Suddenly her smile disappeared. "Artie, I haven't worn these slippers for you, have I?"

I shook my head. "No you haven't, but..."

"Baby, I'm so sorry. Put them away. I'll wear them for you tomorrow night."

"No, it's okay. They'll look good with the nighty. You should wear them."

"But Artie, I promised you that I'd never again wear anything for another man that I haven't already worn for you. I've never worn these slippers for you."

"Jackie," The use of her casual name was deliberate. "I'm not sure that it's either necessary or practical to hold you to a literal interpretation of that promise. I don't mind if you occasionally wear things for other men that you haven't worn for me. Sometimes, like today, it's even necessary. I just want to be able to enjoy some of your sexy outfits too."

"Artie I want you to be able to enjoy them too. Would it be all right if I wore these slippers or maybe a similar pair for you tomorrow night? It will be slut night."

"They don't have to be a similar pair. You don't even have to wear slippers. I'll be happy if you wear any sexy outfit tomorrow night."

"I'll go over to my mom's tomorrow. I have a nice selection of outfits there. I'll pick one you'll like." Jackie smiled. "Some of them are really slutty."

"I'd like that."

"Would it be all right if I still wear these slippers today?"

"I'd be disappointed if you didn't"

"Thank you Artie, I promise I'll make it up to you tomorrow night."

Chuckling, I said; "I suspect you're going to make it up to me today."

Jackie looked at me with a puzzled expression. "I don't understand."

"Jacqueline, I'm a submissive masochist. Knowing that you're wearing something for Mr. Clark today that you've never worn for me is going to be exciting."

Jackie laughed. "Artie honey, it really is going to take us some time to figure all of this out, isn't it."

"We have our whole lives to do that, but we still want to be able to have fun right now. If that's going to happen were going to have to relax and trust each other today. I love you and you love me. We both know that. I suggest we call that truth number one."

"Okay."

Don't forget it."

"I won't, I'll never forget that."

"Okay, let's move on to truth number two. You love Ron Clark's cock and you love the way he fucks you. We both know that."

"Artie, I'm sor..."

I held up my hand. "We have neither the time nor the need for self-recrimination and apologies. It's okay that Ron's a great fuck. That's why we're doing this today. If he wasn't a great fuck you'd be wasting your time."

Jackie started laughing.

I continued, "You're wearing a pair of sexy slippers for him that you've never worn for me. So what? You've got a great fuck coming over today. You'd be a fool if you didn't try to do everything you can to get him as excited as possible. That includes wearing those slippers. I'm your cuckold. I want the same thing as you do, so I'd be a fool if I did anything that might dim Mr. Clark's ardor. Jackie, I'm committed to this. The only way I'll have fun today is if you have fun today. In order for that to happen you have to stop worrying about me. I want you to relax and let yourself go."

"Are you sure you'll be okay if I do that?"

"Yes, of course I will. All I have to do is remember truth number one." 

Jackie said, "And that will make it okay." It wasn't a question; it was a statement of recognition.

"Of course it will. Truth number one is really all that matters."

"It is all that matters." Jackie was smiling.

I glanced at the clock on Jackie's dresser. It was one minute to eleven. I picked up her nighty. "It's almost eleven. We'd better finish getting you dressed. How do I put this on you?"

Jackie took the nighty from me. "Let me do it. It will be quicker." She pulled the nighty over her head, let it fall into place and then after adjusting it she twirled around and asked, "How does it look?"

I'd seen the nighty three days earlier. It was enchanting then and it was still enchanting now. A fascinating article of clothing, it created the illusion of modesty without actually covering anything. The brassiere cups above the nighty's empire waist were made of lace so loosely woven that they didn't even conceal Jackie's nipples. The nighty's shockingly short skirt was made of nearly transparent silk. It didn't cover much and what it did cover was for all practical purposes still fully exposed.

I said, "Wait a minute." I got down on my knees, picked up the marabou slippers and held them while Jackie slipped a petite foot into each one. Then I stood up, stepped back and looked at her. Smiling, I said; "You are unbelievably gorgeous. When Mr. Clark sees you he's going to be overcome with lust."

Jackie asked, "Is that okay?"

"Is it what you want?"

"Yes."

"Then it's what I want too."

"Artie, I love you so much."

"I know and that's why this is going to work."

Jackie smiled, but as she smiled she glanced at the clock on her dresser. It was after 11:00. Panicking, she said; "Artie, get dressed. Ron is due to arrive at any minute now."

I quickly put on my underwear, slacks, knit shirt and socks. As I was tying my shoes the doorbell rang. I finished and stood up.

Jackie looked at me. "Are you ready?"

Nodding confidently, I said; "Yes I am."

She grinned. "Let's go, it's show time." In the middle of the living room Jackie suddenly stopped and said; "Artie, I can't open the door dressed like this. The neighbors might see me. You'll have to do it."

I looked at her with an uneasy expression. "But..."

Immediately understanding, Jackie interrupted me. "Don't worry; I'll be five feet behind you. I'll do all the talking. You won't need to say a word. All you'll have to do is open the door."

"Okay, I can do that." 

The doorbell rang again.

Taking a deep breath I resolutely walked to the front door and pulled it open. The man I'd seen in my bed on top of my wife the previous Tuesday afternoon was standing on the stoop.

Ron Clark was a handsome man. At least six foot two, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist; he still had the body of an athlete. He was clean shaven and wore his light brown hair combed straight back. His deep blue eyes and rugged, masculine facial features reminded me of a matinee cowboy. It was easy to see why my wife was attracted to him.

Behind me Jackie said; "Hi Ron, please come in." 

Ron stepped into the foyer and stopped. He was staring at Jackie. I couldn't blame him. With her heavy eye makeup, scandalously revealing nighty and four inch heels my wife radiated lascivious sensuality. 

As soon as I closed the front door Jackie walked up to Ron, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the lips. He returned the kiss. While they kissed Jackie slipped her right hand under Ron's shirt and found his left nipple. As her fingers pulled and twisted it he slid his hands down Jackie's back to her rear. While he cupped her right cheek with his left hand, Ron nestled his right hand into the crack of Jackie's ass. I couldn't be certain, but it looked like he was fingering Jackie's anus. 

I was beginning to wonder if they were going to start fucking right there in the foyer when Jackie pushed Ron back and breathlessly said; "Whew, before we get too hot and heavy we need to make some formal introductions."

Stepping back Ron looked at me and said; "Yes of course."

All three of us glanced down. Ron's erection was making a huge tent in the front of his trousers. It was difficult to ignore it. He looked mildly embarrassed. I tried to look away.

Jackie giggled, "It certainly looks like you're happy to see me." 

Obviously feeling chagrined, Ron shook his head and made an awkward attempt at an apology. "I ah, I'm sorry. Jackie you look so good in that nighty and..." And then he suddenly turned to me, threw up his arms and said; "Ah shit Mr. Hammond, I'm sorry, I really am."

Slipping her arm around Ron's waist, Jackie said; "Honey it's okay. You came over here today to fuck me. All three of us are well aware of that. Just relax. We're going to have fun."

Ron looked at me.

Smiling sheepishly, I shrugged.

Jackie said; "I think it's time for formal introductions and a quick discussion."

Relieved, Ron and I both nodded. Jackie had clearly taken control of the situation.

She stepped away from Ron and said; "I realize that the two of you met on Tuesday, but that was an awkward moment and you weren't actually introduced to each other. Let's take care of that right now. Ron this is my husband Arthur Hammond. You should call him Artie. Artie, this is my boyfriend, Ron Clark. You should call him Mr. Clark."

Clearly taken aback by Jackie's last instruction; Ron looked at Jackie, then he looked at me and then back at Jackie again. I was certain my face was crimson with embarrassment, but I was also aware that inside my cock cage my tiny penis was throbbing with excitement.

Jackie asked; "Ron did you have a chance to look at those Internet stories I suggested?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Did you enjoy them?"

"They were pretty hot. I was a little amazed at first. I guess I've heard that there were guys like that, but I've never really thought about it before."

"Artie is one of those guys."

Ron looked at me and slowly nodded. While my embarrassment was growing quickly, I understood that Jackie needed to do this. If Ron Clark was going to fully understand our situation Jackie was going to have to explain it to him.

Jackie continued. "My husband is a submissive. I guess you could say that at times he gets a thrill out of being a second class citizen."

"I don't understand. How..."

"Ron you don't have to understand. I don't fully understand it either. I doubt that either of us will ever be able to fully understand it. We're not submissives. In fact in this life style people like you and I are called dominants or superiors. You might say that Artie was born to serve and we were born to be served."

Looking at me, Ron said; "No shit?"

Still embarrassed, I looked away.

Jackie quickly said; "It's all true, but it's also all new to us. While I think both Artie and I have been subconsciously aware of our respective personalities for a long time, the event that occurred last Tuesday has turned out to be a catalyst that spurred us to actually recognize and acknowledge those personalities."

Ron nodded. "Okay." 

It was clear that he was trying to understand. That calmed me and eased my embarrassment just a little bit.

Jackie continued. "Because it's so new, you and I have to be careful. While Artie's position excites him, he's still a little insecure about it; especially with you."

Smiling at me, Ron said; "I can understand that. Hell, all of this is a little scary to me too."

I smiled back.

Jackie said; "So until we're all a little more comfortable with this situation, I think it would be better if I did most of the talking with Artie."

"Are you asking me not to talk to Artie?"

"A little polite conversation will be all right; but at least for the present I'd like you to limit you're interaction with Artie to only that."

"I don't understand. What else is there?"

"Artie and I are playing a little game. It's a game that allows us to indulge our kinkier fantasies. In the game Artie is my servant. Today you'll hear me give him orders."

"You're telling me that I shouldn't try to get involved in your game?"

Shaking her head, Jackie said; "No you will be involved, you'll have to be. Artie is going to be in the house while you're fucking me. You'll be aware of his presence and he'll be aware of ours. He'll certainly hear us and it's likely that he'll see us. We may even choose to let him watch."

"Does he want to watch?"

"He hasn't decided yet, but if he does decide that he'd like to do that he'll still have to have our permission. We're superiors, in this game our pleasure is all that matters."

I found it interesting that while I was standing right next to them, they were talking about me like I wasn't in the room. It made me feel like an insignificant servant, which inflamed my submissive masochistic desires. Suddenly excited by my role I hung my head in a deliberate display of subservience.

Out of the corner of her eye, Jackie noticed and smiled.

Ron didn't notice. He was thinking about what Jackie had just told him. After a moment he said; "Okay, let me see if I have this straight..."

Jackie interrupted him. "Ron, don't make this more complicated than it needs to be. Artie is my willing cuckold husband, you're my boyfriend. You get to keep fucking me and you get to do it with my husband's full knowledge and consent. We also get to do it in the privacy and comfort of my house. The tradeoff for you is that my husband will sometimes be at home while you're fucking me and when he is at home I would occasionally like to let him watch."

"Okay, I'm fine with that. Hell, why wouldn't I be? This is a no lose deal for me. I get to keep on fucking you and I don't have to worry about Artie blowing the whistle on me with my wife."

Ron paused. After a moment he asked; "But what about that other stuff? The dominant submissive stuff. Are you worried that I'm going to get ugly with Artie? Jackie I'm not an asshole. I hope you know that."

Jackie said, "Ron I do know that, but..."

Suddenly Ron looked to me and asked; "Artie, are you afraid that I'm going to judge you?"

Shaken by this turn in the conversation I shrugged and stared at the floor.

Ron said, "All right, I don't blame you. You don't know me from Adam and you're admitting to some fantasies that narrow minded people would be quick to condemn."

Attempting to intervene, Jackie said; "Ron please..."

"No Jackie let me finish. Frankly you don't know me very well either. We rarely talk when we're together. All you really know about me is that I'm a new car salesman with a big dick. Please listen to me."

Jackie nodded. "Okay, but don't you dare hurt Artie."

"Jackie, believe me; that's the last thing I want to do." Ron turned to me. "Artie, I don't have any business judging anyone else's sexual behavior. I'm married to the finest woman on this planet. I love Carol dearly. She's totally devoted to me and I'm totally devoted to her, but I still cheat on her. How fucked up is that?"

Ron paused. Jackie and I both watched him. After a moment he said; "Carol and I met while we were seniors in high school. We got married the summer after we graduated. We were both virgins." He looked defiantly at Jackie and me. "Yeah, you heard me; I was a virgin when I got married. I was a hell of a stud, wasn't I?"

Jackie picked up Ron's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "It's okay."

He smiled and then he continued. "Since we were both virgins sex was awkward. Carol was also repressed. Her mother had taught her that sex was shameful. It was something that had to be tolerated. I was inexperienced, but the first time we made love I realized that sex was maybe the greatest thing in the entire world."

Jackie and I both grinned.

"Anyway, even though I loved sex, Carol continued to be inhibited. She was even ashamed of her body. When we did make love the room had to be dark. She came to bed wearing a robe and took it off under the covers. She would reluctantly allow me to touch her and rarely touched me. Of course oral sex was unthinkable."

Still holding Ron's hand, Jackie said; "Baby you never told me any of this."

Ron shrugged. "Having a wife who has little or no interest in sex isn't exactly something a guy wants to brag about."

I asked, "So you started sleeping with other women, how did it happen?"

"The guys from the dealership like to occasionally stop at Brady's Saloon for a drink after we close. One night I met a girl there, her name was Amber. We started flirting. An hour later we were rolling around in the back of my SUV. We were both naked. She let me play with her pussy. She sucked my cock. It was amazing. That night when I went home to Carol I felt awful. She was the love of my life, my best friend and I'd just cheated on her. It didn't matter. Sex with Amber was an irresistible temptation. Two days later I met her at the King's Inn. After that we met once or twice a week for five months."

Fascinated by Ron's story, I asked; "Why did it end?"

Jackie answered. "It had to end. Ron didn't love Amber, he loves Carol."

Ron nodded. "That's right and as much as I like Jackie, we'll eventually part ways too. I have Carol and Jackie has you."

"But you found another girlfriend."

"Yes I did. She was one of Amber's friends. Her name was Gail."

"Was she married?"

"Yes she was and so was Amber. They were both happily married. Neither of them wanted to leave their husbands, they just wanted a little extra action on the side."

Looking at me, Jackie said; "Artie it's not all that uncommon."

"I believe that."

Ron said; "So Artie, if you're worried that I'm going to judge you, you can stop. You're twice the man I am. You can actually stay faithful to the woman you love."

"But I still can't satisfy her."

"Actually you can and are. Jackie's like me, she craves variety and adventure. This game you're playing has the potential to be an amazing adventure. Artie, your wife loves my cock, but she'll eventually get bored with it. It's big, but it's still just a cock. The really exciting sex organ is the imagination and Artie; you seem to have a wildly creative and intricate imagination."

Laughing, I said; "Are you telling me that I have a dirty mind?"

"Damn right I am and I'm envious of it. Artie, I crave sexual adventure. You and Jackie are beginning an incredible game. It now appears that I might have an opportunity to become part of that game. I ask; no, I beg you to trust me and allow me to join you."

Ron and I stared at each other. His story was credible and seemed honest. I was inclined to trust him. As I considered his request I realized that I had everything to gain and little to lose. My only risk was the potential for some mild embarrassment and I was certain that I had enough self-confidence to weather that.

I glanced at Jackie. She was watching me intently. I winked at her. She smiled. 

Taking a deep breath, I turned to Ron and said; "Mr. Clark, welcome to Ms. Conner's home."

Grinning, Ron said; "Damn this is going to be fun."

Laughing, Jackie said; "Yes, it certainly is." 

For a moment the three of us smiled at each other. While we were excited, we were all a little unsure about how to get started. Finally Jackie said; "It's time for the games to begin." Turning to Ron, she asked; "Honey, would you like a beer?"

"You know me; I'll never turn down a beer."

Jackie looked at me. "Artie, my boyfriend would like a beer and I'll have a Diet Coke." 

"Yes ma'am." I made a polite bow and then I turned and hurried to the kitchen. 

As I passed through the dining room I heard Jackie say, "Come on big guy let's get comfortable on the couch."



Jackie and Artie Ch. 15



This is the fifteenth and final episode in a series entitled "Jackie and Artie". If you have not read the previous fourteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Jackie and Artie" is a romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative lifestyle. If this subject matter offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable I strongly suggest that you find something else to read. 

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Once I reached the sanctuary of the kitchen I stopped and took a deep breath. The initial meeting with Jackie's boyfriend had gone well, surprisingly well; but it had still been stressful. I allowed myself a few seconds to regain my composure and then I went to work. I was Jackie's servant. She was entertaining. I didn't want to let her down. 

I took a Diet Coke and a bottle of Budweiser out of the refrigerator. I grabbed two glasses from the cupboard, filled one with ice and poured Jackie's Diet Coke into it. I then opened the bottle of beer and set it, the empty glass and Jackie's Diet Coke on my favorite silver serving tray. After adding two cocktail napkins and two coasters I picked up the tray and hurried back to the living room.

Jackie and Ron were now sitting on the couch. Actually Ron was sitting on the couch. Jackie was sitting on Ron. She was nestled in to him, facing out towards me. Ron's knit shirt was draped across the arm of the couch. Jackie was leaning against his bare chest. The fingers of Ron's right hand were fondling Jackie's lace covered nipple. The short skirt of her silk nighty was pulled up around her waist. Jackie's legs were spread wide open. The fingers of Ron's left hand were massaging her exposed cunt. From across the living room I could see the moisture of my wife's arousal glistening on his fingers.

As I crossed the living room Jackie said; "Artie, I've been filling Ron in on some of the rules of our game. He now knows about calling time out. I also explained our little gimmick where if you don't call time out we're to ignore any pleas or protestations you might make. You're not really unhappy or distressed. You're actually telling us that you're enjoying what we're saying and doing."

I nodded. "Yes ma'am." I was being deliberately servile. I wanted Jackie to know that I was enjoying this.

Picking up my message, she smiled and then in a voice dripping with self-entitled arrogance, Jackie said; "Set our beverages on the end table."

"Yes Ms. Jacqueline."

Jackie stared at me. The previous evening we'd decided that today I would call her Jacqueline rather than Ms. Jacqueline. We'd also agreed that Ms. Jacqueline was a name that we would reserve for times when I was feeling especially submissive or Jackie was feeling especially dominant.

I placed the two napkins and coasters on the end table. After setting Jackie's Diet Coke on one of the coasters I asked, "Mr. Clark would you like a glass?"

Ron smiled. "A glass would be nice Artie."

I poured the beer into the second glass and set it on the other coaster. When I was finished I turned to Jackie and said; "Ms. Jacqueline, may I say something?"

Sensing how submissive I was feeling, Jackie said; "Yes Artie, you may; but please remember your place."

"Of course Ms. Jacqueline."

"What is that you want to say Artie?"

"Ms. Jacqueline I beg you not to call me cucky or cuckboy in front of your boyfriend."

Jackie looked at me for a moment and then she said; "Time-out" 

I wasn't surprised.

"Artie are you sure?"

"Yes I am. We just established that Ron is going to be part of our game. As Aunt Edie would say, 'in for a penny, in for a pound'"

"Yes, your Aunt Edie would say exactly that. Okay, if that's what you want I'm certainly not going to object." Jackie laughed. "Right now I so excited that I'll happily take this game as far as you're willing to go with it."

I smiled at Jackie. "I gather you're enjoying yourself."

"Artie honey, I'm sitting on my big dicked boyfriends lap. He's playing with my tits and finger fucking me while my submissive husband is serving us drinks and calling me Ms. Jacqueline. Sweetheart, I don't think it can get any better than this."

Grinning at Jackie, I said; "I'll bet it can."

Jackie raised her eyebrows. "This sounds interesting, please elaborate."

Shaking my head, I said; "I'm your servant, I wouldn't want to be impertinent."

"Since you're generally loyal and obedient, I think I can tolerate a little candor from you. Just remember to be respectful."

Ron chuckled, "You two are amazing. I'm loving this."

I said, "Mr. Clark is demonstrating that he's an open minded, considerate participant. I suggest that this might be a good time to explore some of the limits of our game."

"Artie, are you sure?"

"Why not, if things start to get out of hand I'll call time-out. Jacqueline, you love being both a slut and a dom. My fantasy is to be a submissive cuckold husband enduring the agony of watching his wife acting like a slut for another man. Mr. Clark is eager for a little kinky sex."

Laughing, Ron said; "You got that right."

"Jacqueline, this is the perfect opportunity for all three of us to have fun. Let's not waste it because were still a little nervous about offending each other."

"Will you promise that you'll call time-out if I go too far?"

"Of course I will and then we can talk about it and learn from it."

Jackie thought for a moment and then she smiled and said, "Okay, let's try it."

I smiled at her and said; "The time-out is over."

Shaking his head, Ron said, "I'm impressed. You two have a system that really works."

Jackie leaned back against him. "We'll see, the system is about to get its first real test."

I grinned. "I'm ready."

Jackie laughed. "Okay cuckboy, here we go." She took a deep breath and then she said, "Cuckie, move the coffee table away from the couch. My boyfriend and I need some space."

"Yes ma'am."

As I was pulling the coffee table into the middle of the living room Jackie stood up and pulled the lace nighty over her head. "Ron honey, I know you love this nighty, but I'm ready for some nasty sweaty sex. We need to get naked."

Ron stood up and started unbuckling his belt. "I like this plan."

Jackie handed her nighty to me. "Here cucky, it will need to be washed and ironed."

"Yes ma'am, I'll see to it."

Ron kicked off his shoes, dropped his trousers and stepped out of them. As he was removing his socks his huge cock slipped out of the opening in the front of his boxer shorts and stood obscenely erect. 

Giggling, Jackie said; "The big boy is ready to play."

"Damn right he is." Ron pushed his boxer shorts down to his ankles and kicked them off. 

Now completely unveiled, his erection was mammoth. I couldn't stop myself from staring.

Jackie smirked. "Makes you feel like a little boy, doesn't it cucky." And then realizing how insulting her comment had been she sighed and said; "Artie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

I winked at her.

Jackie stared at me.

I winked at her again.

I saw her relax. After a moment she smiled and mouthed the words, "I love you Artie."

Smiling back, I mouthed the words; "I know, I love you too Jacqueline."

Quickly regaining her confidence, Jackie said; "Cucky, pick up Mr. Clark's clothes. Bring them to my boudoir. Hang them in that empty section of my closet. Since you haven't yet had an opportunity to reorganize my clothing there's plenty of space in there."

I quickly gathered up Mr. Clark's clothing. When I picked up his boxer shorts Jackie said; "Fold them neatly and lay them on the top of my dresser."

While picking up your wife's boyfriends clothing is demeaning, folding his used underwear is humiliating. My masochistic desires were running rampant. My entire body was pulsing with excitement.

Nodding, I said; "Yes ma'am" And then I quickly carried Mr. Clark's clothing and Jackie's nighty to her bedroom.

I smiled as I hung Mr. Clark's shirt and trousers in the section of the bedroom closet that had once been mine. Jackie was a creative game player. While this was a subtle taunt, it added an unbelievable degree of excitement to the scenario we were acting out.

As I was folding Ron's boxer shorts I heard a sound behind me. I turned. Jackie was standing naked in the bedroom doorway. I stared at her for a moment and then I said, "You really are a beautiful woman."

"Thank you Artie, you're a beautiful man."

We smiled at each other and then I asked, "Where's Mr. Clark?"

"He drank that beer you brought him. He's peeing."

I nodded.

"Artie are you okay?"

"I'm having a wonderful time. How about you?"

"This is the most exciting sex scene I've ever experienced."

"That's saying a lot."

Jackie giggled. "Yes it is." She walked over and kissed me. After she kissed me she stepped back and stared at me.

Realizing that there was something Jackie wanted to say, I said; "Go ahead, say it. I promise I won't get mad."

"I'm not afraid you'll get mad. I just don't want to push you into something you don't want to do."

"Jackie this is working because we're being candid with each other. Please tell me what you want me to do."

"Artie, Ron and I are both naked now and it looks like you're going to be with us for the rest of the time he's here. It feels kind of weird for us to be naked while you're still dressed."

Suddenly I understood the reason for Jackie's reticence. If I take off my clothes Ron will see my chastity cage.

Smiling, Jackie said; "In for a penny in for a pound."

I chuckled. "Aunt Edie's always there when we need her."

Of course Jackie was right. She and Ron were now both naked. If I wanted to stay with them I needed to be naked too. That left me with only two choices. I could take off my clothes and expose my chastity cage or I could retire to my basement bedroom for the rest of the day and imagine what Jackie and her boyfriend were doing in the privacy of Jackie's bedroom.

Realizing that I really had only one acceptable option, I said; "Will you warn him? It will be harder for me if he laughs when he sees it."

"I'll make sure he doesn't. Give me five minutes and then join us in the living room."

"Do you want me to take off my clothes in here?"

"If that would make it easier for you, you certainly may; but I think it would be more fun if I could make you undress in front of us in the living room."

Nodding, I said; "I'll wait."

After giving me another kiss, Jackie said; "I'll see you in the living room in five minutes." And then she turned and hurried out of her bedroom. I watched the clock. Five minutes seemed like an hour. Finally it was time. I took a deep breath and started walking. While I was excited, I was also nervous. I was about to take off my pants in front of Jackie's boyfriend. When that happened he was not only going to see my ridiculously small my penis, he was also going to see the chastity cage that Jackie had locked me into the previous night.

It was true that during the past two years I'd frequently imagined this very scene while I masturbated during my morning shower. That was fantasy, in just a few seconds this was going to be real. There's a big difference.

There was still time to back out. While I was certain that by now Jackie had told Ron about my chastity cage, I could still avoid the humiliation of showing it to him. I could excuse myself and retreat to the sanctuary of my basement bedroom.

As frightened as I was, I knew that I didn't really want to do that. Earlier, I'd told both Jackie and Ron that this was a wonderful opportunity for all three of us to act out our most exciting fantasies. When I said that, I meant it. Now I was on the verge of making the exact mistake that I'd earlier cautioned Jackie to avoid.

Realizing that I'd never be able to forgive myself if I missed out on this opportunity because I was afraid of being embarrassed, I took another deep breath and proceed down the bedroom hallway. 

When I reached the entrance to the living room I stopped. Still naked, Jackie and Ron were once again seated on the couch only this time Jackie wasn't sitting on Ron's lap, she was cuddled next to him. He had his arm draped around her shoulder. She was slowly stroking his erect cock. Both of them were watching me intently. It was clear that they had been waiting for me.

Jackie said, "Artie please come in and join us." Her voice was soft and reassuring.

I stepped into the living room.

Ron said; "Artie, Jackie told me about it. It's okay, in fact I love it. You were right when you said I craved kinky sex."

I nodded. "And this is pretty kinky."

"Yeah it is and as far as I'm concerned that makes it fun and exciting."

"You're not the one wearing the chastity cage."

"No I'm not. I don't have submissive inclinations, so wearing one wouldn't give me the same thrill it gives you." 

I smiled. Once again Ron was exhibiting remarkable insight. 

"Are you ready to start playing again?" Jackie was watching me carefully.

Still smiling, I said; "Yes Ms. Jacqueline, I am; but please don't make me undress in front of Mr. Clark."

Realizing that I was using our code and actually telling her that I was now fully committed to playing the game, Jackie grinned. A mischievous twinkle appeared in her eyes and she said; "Cuckboy I was under the impression that you were my faithful servant. Was I wrong about that?"

My mounting excitement squashed any remaining feeling of insecurity that I had. Adopting my most submissive demeanor, I said; "No ma'am, you weren't wrong about that. I am you're faithful servant. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you."

"Today it would please me if you were naked while you're serving my boyfriend and me."

"Yes ma'am." I didn't move. I wanted to give Jackie an opportunity to assert her authority.

She took it. "Cuckboy you're trying my patience. Take off your shirt."

Nodding, I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and laid it on the chair next to me. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that Ron was intently watching this scene play out.

"And now your shoes and your socks." Jackie's tone was firm. It was a voice a frustrated mother might use with a recalcitrant little boy.

I took off my shoes and socks, set them next to the chair and waited.

Still slowly stroking her boyfriend's cock, Jackie watched me. After a moment she said, "And now your trousers."

I unbuckled my belt, opened my khakis and lowered them to the floor. 

As I stepped out of them Jackie said; "Fold them neatly, you don't want them to get wrinkled."

"Yes ma'am." I carefully folded my trousers and laid them on the chair next to my shirt. Now wearing only my white cotton underpants I turned back to Jackie and waited."

"Take off your tidy whiteys cuckboy, do it now." Jackie was smiling. Her sadistic urges were surfacing. She was enjoying my humiliation. 

Her excitement spurred my excitement. My pulse was racing. I pushed my underpants down to my ankles, stepped out of them and laid them on the chair next to my shirt and trousers. And then acutely aware that my cock cage was now fully exposed, I turned around and faced Jackie and Ron.

Ron stared at it. After a moment he shook his head and said; "Damn."

Continuing to slowly stroke Ron's cock, Jackie said; "Come over here cuckboy. We want to inspect you."

My submissive persona was now in full control. Powerless to do anything other than abjectly obey Jackie, I walked over and stood next to her. At that moment I was willing to submit to any indignity or humiliation that she might find amusing.

Still stoking Ron's huge erection with one hand Jackie ran the fingertips of her other hand along the length of the plastic sleeve that encased my tiny penis. "Ron I make cucky wear this whenever I'm with another man. It's a symbol."

"A symbol?" Ron was curious.

"Yes, like our wedding rings. Our wedding rings signify our undying love for each other and believe me, I do love Artie."

"I understand. I love Carol too. What does the cock cage symbolize?"

"My dominance. By requiring Artie wear it while I'm with another man I'm asserting that I'm free to do whatever pleases me, while my submissive husband has to remain steadfastly loyal and faithful. By agreeing to wear it, Artie is affirming that assertion." 

Jackie looked at me. "Do you concur, cuckboy?"

While we'd never actually discussed it, Jackie had just succinctly summed up the purpose of the cock cage. It was a declaration of her dominance. "Yes ma'am, I do concur."

Jackie smiled and then she said, "Look at my boyfriend's cock. It really is magnificent, isn't it cucky."

"Yes ma'am, it is."

"It's not difficult to understand why I choose to lock your little penis in a cage and enjoy this cock instead, is it."

"No ma'am, it's not."

"As your dominant mistress it's also my right, isn't it cucky."

"Yes Ms. Jacqueline, it is your right."

"I've told you that I love big cocks, haven't I cucky."

"Yes ma'am, you have."

"I'm a slut cucky. Your wife is a slut. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes ma'am, I'm well aware of that."

"But I'm not your slut, am I cucky?" 

"No ma'am, you're not."

"Why not cucky?"

"Because I'm your servant."

Smiling, Jackie said; "That's right cucky."

Jackie paused. After a moment she asked; "Cucky if I'm a slut, but I'm not your slut; who's slut am I?"

"I believe you're Mr. Clark's slut ma'am."

"That's right cucky. I am Mr. Clark's slut and right now I'm holding his big beautiful cock in my hand. What do you think I want to do with it?"

"I'm sure you want to suck it ma'am."

"I do. I can't wait to get this gorgeous cock in my mouth. Would you like to watch?"

"Yes ma'am, very much."

Turning to Ron, Jackie said; "Honey, would it be all right if my husband watches while I suck your cock?"

Ron laughed. "You two are amazing. I have never in my life been as excited as I am right now. Jackie at this moment I can't think of anything I would enjoy more than one of your blow jobs and I want Artie to stay and watch. That's what this game is all about."

He paused for a moment and then he added; "But I do have to warn you, right now this little scene has me so worked up that I might not be able to last very long." Ron looked at me. "Artie, you may not be seeing me at my best."

I grinned at Ron. "I just took off my white cotton underpants and showed you my chastity cage."

Grinning back, Ron said; "Yeah you're right. We've gotten to know each other pretty well in the last half hour. You're trusting me, I guess I'd better be able to trust you too."

"All right, we're done with the formalities; it's time to get down to some nasty sweaty sex." Jackie stood up.

Chuckling, Ron said; "My favorite kind."

Jackie flashed him a quick smile and then she turned to me. "Cucky, you're in the presence of two superiors. Get down on your knees."

"Yes ma'am." I obediently dropped to my knees.

Lasciviously rubbing her shaved cunt, Jackie said; "Before I get started I want you to crawl over here and give me a little sugar."

I quickly crawled over to Jackie. 

She spread the glistening lips of her pussy apart. "Kiss me cuckboy."

I placed my hands on my wife's rear, pulled her to me and passionately kissed her sopping cunt.

"Do you feel how wet I am cucky?"

Keeping my face buried in Jackie's cunt, I nodded.

"Use your tongue. Give my pussy a French kiss."

I extended my tongue and started licking Jackie while I continued kissing her.

Jackie responded by grabbing the back of my head and grinding her cunt into my face. While she was doing that she said; "Ron honey, my little cuckboy isn't very good a fucking, but eats pussy better than anyone I've ever met." 




Jackie and Artie Ch. 15



"I'll have to ask him to give me some lessons."

"Leave the pussy eating to him. When I'm with you I want your cock."

"You got it baby."

I could feel Jackie's excitement mounting. Out of habit I moved up to her clit, but when I tried to suck it into my mouth she pushed me away. "No cucky, today only Ron gets to make me cum. He's my stud, you're my servant. Do you understand?"

I looked up at Jackie, my face slick with the moisture of her arousal. "Yes ma'am, I understand. Today you're entertaining Mr. Clark. As your servant it's my duty to support you."

"That's right cucky. A little later I'll let you kiss me again, but right now it's time for me to focus my attention on my guest."

I nodded.

Jackie turned to Ron. "Honey, you know how I like to do it. Spread your legs."

Ron lay back on the couch, slid his hips forward and spread his knees wide apart. His huge cock stood straight up. I noticed the slight curve that Jackie told me she enjoyed so much."

Jackie positioned herself between Ron's legs and got down on her knees. As she wrapped both of her hands around his erection, she said; "Cucky, crawl over here. Get right next to us so you can see. You can lean on the front edge of the couch, but be careful not to touch Mr. Clark. He's a superior. You must always remember your place.

As I moved closer to Jackie and Ron, I said; "Yes Ms. Jacqueline, I'll remember that." Careful to respect the personal space of my wife and her boyfriend, I slipped into position and watched. Jackie was staring at Ron's cock. She was still holding it with both of her hands, but that's all she was doing. She hadn't started sucking him, she wasn't even stroking him. She was just staring at his cock, studying it. She reminded me of an art aficionado examining a finely crafted statuette. 

Suddenly I understood. My wife was an aficionado. She was an aficionado of cocks. I was married to a woman who loved cocks. During the past several days Jackie had told me exactly that, but I hadn't understood the significance of what she was confessing.

I looked at Ron. He was watching Jackie. He was smiling. He understood. I began to comprehend the attraction they had for each other. Ron had a big beautiful cock. Those were my wife's exact words. To Jackie it was a work of art, an object to be adored and cherished.

Ron was married to a woman who was indifferent to sex. He claimed that he loved her and I believed him. He'd also made it clear that he occasionally needed a woman who was passionate about sex. That certainly described my wife.

Jackie loved me, but my cock was far from a work of art. The other day she'd described it as an amazing toy, a miniature working replica of the real thing. I knew she was only trying to creatively taunt me at the time, but we both knew there was a core of truth in that taunt. Jackie loved me, but I could never give her what Ron was giving her at that moment.

The two of them needed each other and the truth was, neither Carol nor I were hurt by their occasional party. I was suddenly feeling very magnanimous about being Jackie's cuckold. I continued watching them, but now I was doing it from a different perspective. I was watching two people I liked enjoying themselves while they fulfilled a mutual need.

I realized I was smiling. 

Ron noticed. He smiled at me and then he looked at Jackie and said; "Show your husband just how much you love my cock. Kiss it."

Jackie didn't look at either Ron or me. Instead she just nodded, closed her eyes, leaned forward and still holding the shaft of Ron's cock in both of her hands, kissed the immense head. As I watched, I quickly realized that she wasn't just kissing his cock, she was making out with it.

After a moment Ron said; "That's good, now lick it." 

Jackie extended her tongue and started licking the head of Ron's cock. 

This wasn't a dominant submissive interaction. Ron wasn't giving Jackie orders. It was more like he was seducing her into doing this. Jackie had told me that one of the things she liked about Ron was his ability to entice her to act like a slut. That was apparently what I was now witnessing.

"Lick the full length of my cock. You know you love doing that."

Smiling, Jackie moved her hands down to Ron's balls and massaged them while she eagerly started licking his shaft. Her eyes were still closed. She reminded me of young girl enjoying a two scoop ice cream cone.

Relishing the pleasure he was receiving from my wife, Ron lay back and closed his eyes. It was clear that he enjoyed getting blow jobs every bit as much as Jackie liked giving them.

Envious, I watched.

Ron opened his eyes and whispered; "Now my balls, lick my balls."

Opening her eyes, Jackie reached up and held the shaft of Ron's cock with her left hand and then while she cradled his testicles in the palm of her right hand she moved down and started licking them. I could see the unbridled lust in her eyes. My wife was on fire.

Ron's breathing was getting louder and faster. He licked his lips.

Jackie started squeezing his cock.

"Suck on my balls. Show your husband what a slut you really are."

I immediately realized that Ron hadn't said that to taunt me, he'd said it to excite Jackie. At that moment we weren't acting out my submissive cuckold husband fantasy, we were acting out Jackie's slut fantasy.

Jackie responded by hungrily sucking one of Ron's balls into her mouth.

"That's right baby, give it a good tongue bath and jack my cock while you're doing it"

Jackie started stroking Ron's erection.

"Oh yeah baby, that's what I like. Now do my other ball."

Still stroking Ron's cock, my wife let the first testicle slip out of her mouth and quickly replaced it with the other one.

Ron sighed and lay back, "That feels so good. Baby you can do things with your mouth that oughta be illegal."

I smiled. Ron not only had a big cock, he was also pretty good at talking dirty. That was another thing I knew Jackie loved.

Sitting up again, Ron said; "Okay doll, it's time to get down to some serious cock sucking."

Jackie moved up so that her lips were hovering over the massive head of Ron's cock. Still slowly stroking the shaft she grinned and said; "I've been waiting for this all day." And then my wife parted her lips and slipped the head of her boyfriend's cock into her mouth.

Jackie let go of Ron's shaft and started massaging his balls. While she did that she took about an inch of his cock into her mouth. After several seconds she pulled back and the head of Ron's cock sprang out of her mouth glistening with her saliva.

Still massaging his testicles, Jackie took a quick breath, spit on the head of Ron's cock and slipped it back into her mouth. This time about three inches of it disappeared. She gave Ron's testicles a firm squeeze and then Jackie started sucking his cock."

"Oh yeah baby, nobody sucks cock like you."

Mesmerized, I watched my wife pleasure her boyfriend. I didn't move, I barely breathed. 

After several minutes Jackie pulled her head back, took a long deep breath and once again spit on the tip of Ron's erect penis. This time she took an extra few seconds to rub her saliva on to the full length of his shaft before she slipped his cock back into her mouth and started massaging his balls again.

I kept watching. I couldn't take my eyes off the scene in front of me. Ron's cock again started disappearing into Jackie's mouth. When she'd taken about a third of it I expected her to start sucking him again, but she didn't. Instead she kept taking more of his cock. When half of it was in her mouth I realized that she was deep throating Ron. 

I was amazed. Ron's erection was at least nine inches long and very thick. Jackie had told me that Connie and Nattie had taught her how to deep throat a cock, but now I was actually seeing it. 

More of it disappeared. I glanced at Ron. He was lying back with his eyes closed. I wondered how it felt and immediately realized that I would never know. My tiny penis couldn't even reach the opening to Jackie's throat.

And then she had it all. Jackie's lips were actually pressed against Ron's pubic hair and ball sack.

Ron opened his eyes and smiled at me. "You're wife's the only woman I've met who can actually take all of my cock down her throat."

Suddenly Jackie pulled her head back. Ron's cock popped out of her mouth. Gasping for breath she looked at boyfriend and asked; "Did you enjoy that big boy?"

"You know I did baby."

After taking a moment to catch her breath, Jackie glanced at me, then turned back to Ron and asked; "Would you mind if we did a little three way action."

Clearly hesitant, Ron said; "What do you have in mind? I'm not into any bisexual stuff."

I let out an audible sigh of relief.

Ron looked at me and smiled. "You're not either, are you cucky."

"No sir, I'm not."

"Neither of you are going to have to touch each other." Jackie was shaking her head.

Nodding, Ron said; "Okay, so what are you proposing?"

"I want cucky to lick my ass while I suck your cock and make you cum in my mouth."

"Will he do that?"

"Damn right he will, he loves to lick my ass." Jackie turned to me. "That's right, isn't it cucky."

Ron was staring at me. I was both humiliated and wildly excited. I quietly answered, "Yes ma'am, licking your ass is an honor."

"Damn, Carol would go absolutely nuts if I tried to lick her ass."

Jackie laughed. "Studman, you're not the kind of guy who licks a woman's ass."

"You got that right." Ron thought for a moment and then he asked; "Does he really lick your asshole."

"Yup, he pushes his tongue right into it."

"Wow, this is hot. I want to see him do it."

"So you're on board with this?"

"If your idea of a three way is making your husband lick your asshole while you suck my cock, damn right I'm on board."

Turning to me, Jackie said; "You heard the man cucky, get your submissive little butt back there and start doing your duty."

My pulse was racing as I crawled into position behind Jackie. I spread her cheeks and looked at her anus. While I'd kissed and licked it countless times, this was going to be different. This time I was going to be doing it in front of her boyfriend. The humiliation was going to be exquisite. I glanced up at Mr. Clark. He was watching intently. Taking a deep breath I bent over and pressed my lips to Jackie's puckered hole.

Jackie cooed with delight. 

Ron said, "Fuckin A"

I pushed my tongue into Jackie's ass.

"Yes! That's what I want. Lick my asshole cuckboy. Make love to it. Worship me. Show me that you're my eager cuckold. Kiss my ass while I suck my boyfriend's cock."

And then I heard Ron say, "That's right, do it baby. Suck my big dick while your cucky husband licks your asshole."

After that the three of us melted into a triad of unrestrained lust. Time passed. I really couldn't tell you how much. It could have been ten minutes; it could have been a half hour. I didn't really know and I didn't really care. Time was irrelevant. My face was buried in Jackie's ass. All I could hear was Ron's heavy breathing and the sound of my wife sucking his cock.

Suddenly I felt Jackie start to move vigorously. And then I heard Ron say; "Oh yeah baby, that's right. That's what I need. Jerk it! Jerk it while you suck me! Jerk it hard! Make me cum!"

Jackie was pushing Ron over the edge. My already fiery excitement escalated. I tried to push my tongue even deeper into Jackie's ass. I wanted to reach between her legs and rub her clit too, but I knew that wouldn't be permitted. Jackie had made it clear to me that today only Mr. Clark would be allowed to make her cum."

And then I heard Ron grunt. He had to be ejaculating. I could feel Jackie's arm continuing to move. She was definitely still pumping his cock and I was certain she was also still sucking him.

I kept licking her ass. After a moment I felt her arm stop moving.

Ron chuckled. "Damn that felt good. Baby you really do know how to give a blow job."

Jackie moved away from Ron. I scooted back to give her space. Staying on her knees she turned and faced me. Her lips were coated with Ron's fresh semen. A tiny rivulet dripped from the edge of her mouth. She smiled at me and whispered, "Are you ready for this?"

I nodded, "Yes ma'am."

"Good, I would have been disappointed if you weren't"

I said, "Go ahead."

Moving closer, Jackie leaned over. As she kissed me I felt the slippery wetness of Ron's cum on her lips. And then she pushed her tongue into my mouth. With it came a large glob of fresh semen. I didn't try to resist. I didn't gag. I just graciously accepted my wife's generous gift.

Above us, Ron said; "Damn, I read about this in those stories you told me about. At first I didn't believe it, but now that I've been included in your fantasy I have to admit that it's pretty fuckin hot."

Jackie giggled. "Baby we're just getting started."

Smiling, Ron said; "And I can't wait to see what's next."

Jackie stood up. "I think it's time for us to retire to the bedroom. That blow job got me in the mood for some serious fucking." She reached out and grabbed Ron's hand. "Come on big guy, you're just the man for the job."

After pulling Ron up from the couch Jackie turned to me and said; "Cucky, go prepare my bed. My lover and I are going to need a comfortable place to play."

"Yes ma'am." I stood up and hurried into Jackie's bedroom. As I pulled down the bed covers and fluffed the pillows I thought about the previous Tuesday when I'd come home unexpectedly and caught Ron fucking Jackie in this bed. At the time I was appropriately hurt and angry, but now just four days later I was preparing the same bed so that Ron could fuck Jackie again. I smiled. Life certainly has its twists and turns.

"Thank you cucky, fluffing up the pillows was very considerate. Mr. Clark and I both appreciate your effort. We share a common love for the finer comforts in life. We enjoy being pampered." 

I turned. Ron and Jackie were standing in the doorway. 

"Yes Ms. Jacqueline, you and Mr. Clark deserve those comforts and I enjoy pampering you."

Jackie flashed me a deliberately condescending smile. And then in an arrogant tone of voice she added, "I guess that's one of the reasons we're superiors and you're a servant." 

I smiled. Jackie was clearly enjoying our game and that was fine with me. The submissive masochist inside me was wide awake and fully aroused. I was enjoying the game every bit as much as she was. 

"Since we're all enjoying our respective roles, I suggest that we should continue playing." Jackie was doing an outstanding impression of a haughty aristocrat. I was impressed. It was also exciting me. 

She turned to Ron and gave him a long kiss on the lips. While she was kissing him she reached down with her right hand and wrapped her fingers around his penis. 

I was amazed to see that it was already partially erect. 

Jackie noticed too. "Mmmm, it feels like you're almost ready to start playing again. Why don't we lie down and make ourselves comfortable.

Ron sat down on the bed. As he put his feet up and lay back on the pillows that I'd just fluffed up I noticed that his cock was once again fully erect. Sticking straight up in the air, it was an imposing sight.

Jackie noticed too. She looked at it for a second and then she turned to me and giggled. "Cucky, I just love to see an erect cock. They really are breathtaking."

Jackie wasn't trying to tease me. I believed that her comment was an honest reflection of her feelings. That of course made it even more exciting for me. Still, I wasn't yet comfortable enough as a cuckold to be able to engage in a discussion about the aesthetic qualities of an erect penis with my wife. Not knowing what else to do, I simply smiled.

Staring at her boyfriend's erection; Jackie walked over to her bed and sat down next to him. She wrapped her fingers around the object of her adoration and lovingly stroked it. As she stroked it she turned to me and said; "Get down on your knees cuckboy." 

I obediently dropped to my knees.

Jackie wiggled her finger. "Crawl over here. I have a job for you." Spreading her thighs, she lewdly began fingering herself with one hand while she slowly stroked Ron's cock with the other.

I crawled over to my wife. 

She smiled. "My boyfriend has a very big cock. He's going to fuck me with it. I want to be nice and wet for him. Will you help me cucky? Will you lick my cunt so I'm ready for my boyfriend's big cock?"

Jackie's cunt was already glistening with the moisture of her arousal. My efforts were going to be purely symbolic. That didn't matter to either of us. We were having fun.

I crawled between Jackie's legs. She was still rubbing herself. I picked up her hand and licked the wetness off of her fingers. When I was finished she placed her hand on the back of my head and gently pulled my face into her sopping cunt. I kissed her and then I extended my tongue and licked her.

As I was licking her Jackie whispered; "Cucky remember that today, only Mr. Clark is allowed to make me cum. Keep your tongue away from my clit."

I nodded.

Jackie let me lick her for a minute or two and then she patted my head and said; "That's enough cucky. I'm ready for Mr. Clark's cock. You may kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed and watch."

"Thank you Ms. Jacqueline." I crawled to the foot of the bed. 

While I was doing that Jackie lay down next to Ron and asked, "Honey is it okay that I allowed cucky to stay?"

"Yeah it's okay. I assumed you were going to do that. It's his party too. Actually I think having him watch is going to be hot."

Smiling, Jackie said; "You're just as kinky as I am."

Ron shook his head. "I try, but you set the bar pretty high."

Jackie laughed. "It's my heritage."

For a moment they grinned at each other, but their grins quickly disappeared. Jackie gently kissed Ron on the lips. He wrapped his arms around her and aggressively rolled her on top of him. They were quickly locked in a passionate embrace, their naked bodies pressed against each other. The head of Ron's monstrous cock peeked obscenely out from the back of my wife's thighs.

For a minute or two they kissed and enjoyed the feel of each other's naked flesh and then Jackie pulled herself free and sat up. She rolled off of her boyfriend and turned around so that she was facing me. As she stared into my eyes she straddled Ron's hips, took hold of his erect penis and guided it into her glistening cunt. 

I didn't move. I couldn't move. I was mesmerized. All I could do was watch the scene unfolding in front of me.

Jackie closed her eyes. Ron's erection slowly disappeared into her. Once she had taken all of it she paused for a moment to enjoy the sensation of having that giant cock inside of her and then she opened her eyes, looked at me and smiled.

I smiled back.

Continuing to watch me, Jackie placed her hands behind her for support, leaned back and began rocking on Ron's cock. While she was doing that he reached around her and cupped each of her large breasts with his hands.

At first Ron remained still. His only action was to rub and pull on my wife's nipples while she moved up and down on his cock. I assumed that he was allowing Jackie to set the initial pace so she could get used to having his huge monster inside her. He was a considerate playmate. 

As their passion grew, Ron became increasingly active. He began by slowly rotating his hips while my wife continued to rock back and forth on his cock. Gradually the rotation turned into gentle thrusts. The thrusts became progressively more aggressive and soon Ron was fucking Jackie with relentless abandon.

While Ron was lying motionless under her, Jackie had been able to continue watching me. Once he took over and started fucking her in earnest, the focus of Jackie's attention changed. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the pleasure she was receiving from her boyfriend.




Jackie and Artie Ch. 15



They fucked in this position for several minutes and then Ron rolled Jackie off of him. She voiced a minor protest when she felt his cock slip out of her cunt, but Ron ignored her. He was in control now. He was dictating what was happening. This was clearly one of the reasons he was a stud. 

He flipped my wife onto her stomach. He was gentle, but he didn't give her any opportunity to resist and Jackie didn't show any inclination to resist. It was obvious that she'd now given herself to this man and he was free to use her as he pleased.

Once Jackie was on her stomach Ron moved into position behind her. She got up on her knees. My wife knew what her boyfriend wanted and she appeared to be more than happy to give it to him.

Ron's erection glistened with the sheen of Jackie's moisture. He moved forward. It slipped easily into her well lubricated cunt. My wife looked back. I could see her biting her lower lip as her lover began thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy.

Jackie raised herself up and supported her weight on her forearms. This freed her hips and allowed her to meet each of Ron's thrusts with a counterthrust of her own.

Their passion quickly grew. My wife shrieked with delight each time her boyfriend pushed his cock into her. Ron reached a hand around Jackie's thigh and found her engorged clitoris. He started rubbing it while continuing to pump his cock in and out of her cunt. 

I knew my wife. I was certain that this would put her over the edge. I was right. She started to cry and then she arched her back and her cry turned into a shrill scream.

As soon as her orgasm erupted Ron pulled his hand away from Jackie's clit, but he continued pumping his cock in and out of her cunt with an almost barbaric fury.

My wife cried and shook from the intense pleasure of her orgasm, but her boyfriend just kept on fucking her. When her orgasm finally subsided, neither of them showed any inclination to stop. Jackie did remain motionless for a few seconds while she recovered from her climax, but Ron kept on thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy.

As soon as Ron felt my wife start to move again he pulled out of her cunt, rolled her over onto her back, positioned himself between her parted thighs and pushed his cock back into her. 

Jackie lay still. She seemed to be content to gaze up at her boyfriend and enjoy the pleasant sensations he was creating as he slowly fucked her. 

It was only a minute or two before Jackie's passion starting to grow again. She began by toying with Ron's nipples and then I noticed her hips start to move. Sensing my wife's renewed arousal Ron increased both his intensity and his speed. Jackie responded by wrapping her legs around his thighs and bucking her hips to meet each of his powerful thrusts. 

"Come on stud, fuck me with that big cock." Jackie had warned me that she and Ron liked to talk while they fucked. Apparently it was beginning.

"You like to get fucked, don't you?"

"I love getting fucked.'

"You're a slut."

"I'm a nasty big cock loving slut."

Ron was still pumping his erection in and out of Jackie's cunt. Jackie was still bucking her hips to meet each of his thrusts.

"whose slut are you?"

"I'm your slut, your nasty cock craving slut."

"Why are you my slut? Tell me."

"Because of your cock, I love your cock."

"Why do you love my cock?"

"It's big and you know how to fuck me with it."

"You like the way I fuck you."

"I love the way you fuck me. Nobody can do it as good as you do it. Nobody has ever fucked me as good as you can."

"Nobody?" I noticed apprehension in Ron's voice. He knew that I was kneeling on the floor behind him.

"Nobody, not even my husband."

Suddenly concerned about me; Ron stopped fucking Jackie, sat up and turned so he was facing me.

Jackie quickly said, "Don't worry baby, Artie's cool with that."

"He is? You're sure about that?"

"Tell him Artie."

"Mr. Clark your cock is much bigger than mine and I cum much more quickly than you do. I also have a submissive disposition. That makes it nearly impossible for me to treat Ms. Jacqueline like a slut and we both know how much she loves that. Sir, you can fuck my wife much better than I can. That's just a fact and there isn't any reason for us to believe otherwise. I also want to say that now that I've met you I think you're the perfect boyfriend for my wife."

Ron thought about this for a moment. Finally he said, "Thanks Artie, I like your wife and I love fucking her. Now that I've met you I like you too. The last thing I want to do is offend you."

I smiled. "I think we'll be okay."

Jackie looked at me. "Artie honey, are you doing okay right now?"

"Jacqueline I'm having a wonderful time."

"Really?"

"Damn straight."

Giggling, Jackie winked at me. I winked back.

She grinned and then she turned to Ron and said; "Baby I need some more cock. Are you ready to give it to me?"

"Like your husband just said, Damn straight."

Lying back, Jackie spread her legs and said; "Then what are we waiting for."

Ron got on top of Jackie. As he pushed his cock back into her still sopping cunt she said; "Oh yeah, that's exactly what I need."

They started slowly. I think Ron wanted to be sure Jackie was ready before they tried to resume the frenetic pace they'd reached earlier.

Ron was fucking Jackie with long slow rhythmical strokes. Jackie believed that fucking and dancing were closely related forms of physical expression. To do either of them well required rhythm and tempo. I suspected that my wife had spent some time teaching her boyfriend how to fuck.

At this slow easy pace they were fun to watch. They moved like two well-rehearsed partners dancing a precision waltz. 

I watched my wife. She was smiling up at Ron, enjoying each of his long slow thrusts into her and then out again. She giggled. "I love getting fucked by your great big cock."

Ron chuckled and continued fucking her. 

I smiled. I know that there are people who would contend that I should be insane with jealousy. I wasn't and not just because I'm a masochist. I was now convinced that my wife, her mother and her sister really did view fucking as nothing more than a form of physical recreation. For them it was very much like dancing. Should a man with two left feet be jealous while he watches his wife enjoy a dance with a skilled partner? While he might be envious, he certainly shouldn't be jealous. Frankly I even question the envy. I love my wife. I want her to be able to enjoy all the pleasures life has to offer.

I noticed that Ron was gradually accelerating the tempo of their dance. They'd moved from a waltz to a maybe a foxtrot or a tango. As their tempo increased, so did their excitement.

Jackie wrapped her legs around Ron's thighs and started bucking her hips to meet each of his thrusts. Incited by Jackie's increased excitement, Ron quickened his tempo again which further inflamed Jackie's ardor. 

Order quickly broke down. Rhythm and tempo were forgotten. They were attacking each other with savage ferocity. They began to look less like dancers and more like two warriors locked in mortal combat. 

My wife started to cry again. I knew the cries. They heralded another impending orgasm. Ron also recognized their significance and began fucking Jackie with even more ruthless intensity. 

This time when Jackie started to scream Ron stopped his thrusts. I watched. I was curious. He remained perfectly still while my wife's orgasm ravaged her body and then as the waves of pleasure began to subside he started a series of long, very slow thrusts. 

Jackie obviously recognized what was happening because she quickly pulled herself together and stared up into her boyfriend's eyes. Suddenly Ron made several quick thrusts and then he buried his cock as deeply into my wife as he possibly could. Jackie immediately locked her legs around his thighs and held him inside of her. 

I finally understood what was happening. I was watching another man ejaculate his seed deep into my wife's womb. As I kneeled at the foot of the bed I realized that I was witnessing the quintessential moment in the cuckolding of a husband.

As soon as he was finished ejaculating, Ron collapsed into my wife's arms. They lay quietly together; Ron on top of Jackie, his cock still embedded in her sex. They were both enjoying the sweet sensations of post coital contentment. 

At that moment I was envious and maybe even just a little bit jealous. I'd never been able to make Jackie look as happy and satisfied as she seemed to be at that moment. As I thought about it, I realized that I'd never be able to do that.

I remembered Jackie's earlier declarations that she loved me and that I was her favorite lover. I didn't doubt those claims, but I also had to accept the reality of what I was witnessing. As I looked at my wife lying there underneath her lover; I knew that I could never make her feel the way that he'd just made her feel.

Ron had just taken Jackie. He'd ravished her. The smile on my wife's face was all the evidence I required to understand that she loved; no, she needed to be ravished.

I sighed. If there had been any lingering doubts about my willingness to allow Jackie to continue seeing other men, they were now completely eradicated. I loved my wife and I knew that I could never deny her the feelings of fulfillment and satisfaction that I now saw on her face.

Ron pushed himself up and rolled off of Jackie. She uttered a faint sigh of disappointment when she felt his softening cock slip out of her cunt. Ron lay on his back with his head resting on a pillow. He also had a satisfied smile on his face. His now flaccid penis lay across his muscular thigh. It was resting, regathering its strength in preparation for another dance.

I noticed my wife moving. I watched her. She cuddled up to her boyfriend's side, laid her head on his shoulder and started using her fingertip to draw lazy circles around his nipple. Ron responded by possessively slipping his arm around Jackie and gently caressing the side of her breast. 

I was starting to feel like an interloper, a third wheel when Jackie sat up and smiled at me. Her smile restored my belief that I was loved and desired. 

I smiled back. 

Jackie winked at me and mouthed the words, "I love you."

I mouthed the words; "I know, I love you too."

Jackie spread her legs and looked down at her pussy. It was still stretched and open from her lover's recent invasion, but that's not what caught either of our eyes. We both focused on the trickle of milky white semen that was leaking from the opening to her womb.

"Cucky, fetch me a towel." 

I stood. As I hurried to Jackie's bathroom I remembered our conversation from the previous evening. When I returned from the bathroom Jackie was going to direct me to clean her up. The choice of doing it with the towel or my tongue was left up to me.

I was overwhelmed with indecision; no indecision wasn't the issue. I knew what I wanted to do. I was simply afraid to do it. I was even afraid to admit that I wanted to do it. Nonetheless, deep down inside I knew that I did want to do it.

I picked up a clean towel for Jackie and slowly walked out of the bathroom. When I reentered Jackie's bedroom both Ron and Jackie were sitting up. 

Jackie said, "Artie honey, come over here and sit down on the bed next to us."

Assuming that this was the next step towards my moment of truth I slowly walked over to the bed, set the towel down next to Jackie and sat down.

As soon as I was seated Jackie said; "Artie, you're nervous aren't you?"

I nodded.

"Baby, nobody's going to make you do anything you don't want to do."

"I know."

"I told Ron what might happen. That's one of the reasons I sent you to the bathroom."

Suddenly humiliated, I looked at Jackie. "You told him?"

"Yes I did."

Ron said, "Artie, I'm glad she told me. I read about it in those stories she told me about, but I didn't really get it. Jackie explained it to me. I think I understand. It's not a gay thing, it's a masochistic thing. It's like the ultimate cuckold humiliation. Not only does another man fuck your wife, but when he's finished you have to lick his cum out of her cunt. It's not my thing, but so what. I'm smart enough to understand that we're all different. What appeals to me doesn't necessarily have to appeal to you and vice versa.

He paused. After a moment he said; "Artie I think this might be the most sexually exciting day I've ever experienced. The two of you have been so relaxed and open about your fantasies and you've included me. I can't begin to describe how much that's meant to me. I hoping we can do this again and again and that's not just because I get to fuck your wife. I'm learning from you and Jackie. Today I learned that opening up and revealing your secret fantasies can be fun. Right now I'm not sure that I even have enough self-confidence to admit those fantasies to myself, but I'm hoping that if the two of you are willing to allow me to keep playing with you I might eventually gain that confidence. Please Artie, let me experience your fantasy with you. I promise I won't judge you or mock you, but I will respect you for having the courage to experience your secret fantasies when the opportunity arises."

I laughed, "Mr. Clark I'll bet you sell lots of cars."

Grinning, Ron said; "As I told you earlier, I do very well."

"You've already watched me lick my wife's ass while she sucked your cock."

"And that was fun."

"Yeah it was. You've also fucked my wife in front of me."

"That was also fun."

"I have to admit that again I agree with you." I paused for a moment and then I shook my head and said; "What the hell, in for a penny in for a pound. I've come this far, I might as well go all the way."

Jackie said, "You'll do it?"

"Why not? It is part of my fantasy and I'm with friends. I doubt I'll ever have a better opportunity."

"Artie this is so much fun. I'm so glad we started playing together."

I shrugged. "Me too."

Ron laughed. "Me too"

Realizing that the moment of truth had arrived, all three of us were suddenly silent. Several seconds passed. Jackie lay back on the pillows and spread her legs. Next to her, Ron slipped his arm around her shoulders and rested his hand on the side of her right breast. It was an unconscious act. Their attention was focused on me and what I was about to do. I don't think either of them was aware that he'd done it. I was and it added to my humiliation and my excitement.

Now cuddled up to her boyfriend, Jackie wiggled her finger at me. She was beckoning me to come to her. 

I got up on the bed and crawled between Jackie's legs. The air was thick with tension. Every nerve in my body was tingling with excitement. Another man had just planted his seed in my wife's womb. Now I was going to lick up the overflow while he watched with his arm possessively wrapped around her shoulder. This was a cuckold's ultimate humiliation.

I took a deep breath. A rivulet of semen was dribbling from the base of my wife's cunt, running between the cheeks of her rear and forming a small pool on the bed sheet beneath her. I didn't move tentatively. I couldn't. I was too excited. I pressed my tongue between Jackie's cheeks and licked up the entire stream. 

I didn't gag. I just swallowed it. During the previous few days Jackie had made me lick up my own cum several times. I was getting used to the taste and consistency. 

While Clayton Taylor had fucked Jackie on both Wednesday and Thursday night, she'd made him wear a condom. When she came home to me I did go down on her, but we both knew that there wasn't actually any semen inside her. Thursday night Connie had given me a snowball kiss after sucking Phil Harper's cock. While I did taste his fresh cum it was mixed with Connie's saliva. That lessened the impact of what I was doing.

Earlier, after sucking Ron's cock Jackie had also given me a snowball kiss, but this was the first time I was actually licking up another man's fresh unadulterated semen. It not only didn't bother me, I was excited. I was a submissive masochist. I relished the humiliation.

I eagerly pressed my face into my wife's cunt and cleaned the entrance to her womb with my tongue. Once I was certain that I'd lapped up every speck of Ron's semen I sat up and smiled at Jackie. I could feel her boyfriend's damp, slippery cum on my lips, nose and cheek's. I felt like a little boy who'd just devoured a giant ice cream cone.

Jackie patted my head and said, "Very good cucky, now lick up the cum on the sheet between my legs. Ron and I are going to play some more and we don't want to have to roll around in a mess."

I eagerly complied. At that moment my submissive masochistic desires were in full control. I would have done anything my wife demanded no matter how debasing or humiliating it might have been. 

After licking the sheets clean I again looked up at Jackie. She smiled approvingly. I was feeling so submissive that I beamed with pride. She pulled me to her and gave me a long passionate kiss. Her boyfriend's arm was still possessively draped around her shoulder.

After our kiss ended I moved back and waited. I knew that Jackie and Ron weren't finished. Jackie looked at me. I could see that she wanted to ask me something, but she appeared hesitant. I smiled. I was trying to assure her that anything she wanted would be all right.

Finally she took a deep breath and quietly said, "Artie honey, would you mind if..." She paused and then took another deep breath. "Artie I love you and I so badly want to include you in everything I do." She shook her head. "I feel so guilty about asking you this."

Suddenly I understood. I smiled at her. "You'd like to be alone with Ron."

"Artie I'm sorry, but when you're in the room all I can think about is you. I enjoy that and in the future I want us to have lots and lots of opportunities to do this together, but also want to be able to focus on my own needs and Ron has needs too."

"It's okay, I understand and you don't have to feel guilty about it." I laughed. "Actually, being locked out of your wife's bedroom while she's entertaining another man is a big part of the cuckold fantasy too."

Jackie giggled. "The more I learn about this fantasy, the more I like it." But then with a serious expression she quickly added; "Thank you for understanding. You really are a wonderful husband."

I smiled and then I winked at my wife and said; "May I have permission to stand up and walk out of your bedroom?"

Grinning, Jackie said; "Yes my faithful servant, you may."

I stood up and walked quickly out of Jackie's bedroom.

When I walked into the living room I saw my clothes laid neatly across the arm of chair I'd set them on earlier. Realizing that my part of the day's fun was over I decided to get dressed.

Once I was dressed I had to do something to pass the time, so I decided to do my usual Saturday afternoon cleaning. Not wanting to disturb Jackie and Ron I elected to do some dusting rather than any vacuuming. 

I'd just started dusting the sideboard in the dining room when I heard a noise behind me. I turned. Jackie was standing in the doorway from the living room. She was still naked.

I smiled. "You really are beautiful"

Smiling back, she said; "Thank you."

"What's wrong, why aren't you with Mr. Clark?"

"I had to talk to you. Artie, I'm sorry I asked you to leave. That was selfish and thoughtless of me. I've been playing with other guys since before we were married. This is the first time you've been able to join me. This should be your day. Please take off your clothes and come back to the bedroom."

"Thank you, I appreciate the offer, but I'm pretty content right now."

"Artie you're doing housework."

"Yes I am and I'm doing it while another man is fucking you in your bedroom."




Jackie and Artie Ch. 15



"This is a submissive cuckold fantasy, isn't it?"

"Yup."

Jackie stared at me for a second and then she smiled and said; "Just a moment, I'll be right back." 

Jackie hurried back to the bedroom hallway. I heard the door to the hall storage closet open. A minute later she returned. I smiled when I saw what she was carrying. 

Right before we got married Jackie and I went to Iowa to visit my Aunt Edie. While we were there Edie threw a small bridal shower for Jackie. One of Edie's friends gave Jackie a beautiful pale yellow floral print lace apron. It goes without saying that Jackie has never used it. Aprons simply aren't part of her life. Apparently it was now going to be part of my life. 

Grinning, Jackie handed it to me and said; "Here cucky, put this on. I think it defines your role very nicely,"

Laughing, I said; "Thank you Ms. Jacqueline." I slipped it over my head. 

As I was tying the strings into a bow behind my back Jackie observed; "That really is perfect." And then she kissed me and said; "I'd better get back to Ron. Are you sure you wouldn't like to join us? I'll let you kiss my feet while he fucks me."

"Thank you, I do appreciate the offer, but I think it's better this way. Go have some more fun."

"Thank you Artie, if you change your mind you're always welcome. I'll leave the bedroom door open."

"I'll be fine out here."

"Okay, Artie I love you."

"I love you too Jackie."

She kissed me and then she turned and hurried back down the bedroom hallway.

After I finished dusting the dining room I moved into the living room and started dusting the lamps and end tables. The bedroom door was open so I could occasionally hear moans, cries of delight and grunts. Mr. Clark was a grunter. 

About an hour after Jackie left me I heard the sounds of movement in the bedroom, the toilet was flushed in the bathroom and then I heard muffled voices. Jackie and Ron were talking. 

I heard footsteps in the bedroom hallway. I waited. A moment later Ron stepped into the living room; he was dressed and ready to leave.

As soon as he saw me he smiled and said, "Hi Artie." And then he quickly added, "Nice apron."

"Thanks, Jacqueline just gave it to me."

"She told me, I think it's a nice touch."

I wasn't exactly sure how I should respond, so I just said; "Thanks."

Ron asked, "Artie are we cool?"

"As far as I'm concerned we are. I had a good time today."

"I did too. I hope I didn't say anything that offended you."

"You didn't."

"Any way, thanks for everything and I really hope we can do it again."

"I'd like that."

"I'd better get going. Carol's going to be wondering where I am."

I walked with him to front door. As he left he said, "Thanks again Artie. Oh and as soon as I'm gone Jackie wants you to come to her bedroom."

"Thanks, I'll do that."

"Bye Artie."

"Bye Mr. Clark." 

I watched as he walked down the sidewalk, got into his car and drove away.

After Mr. Clark was gone I closed the front door and hurried to Jackie's bedroom. The door was open, but I still knocked on the door frame. 

"Is that you cucky?"

"Yes Ms. Jacqueline."

"You may come in."

I stepped into Jackie's bedroom. She was lying on the bed, naked. Her hair was mussed. Her makeup was smeared. There were several love bites on her breasts. Semen dripped from her gaping cunt.

Smiling I said, "It looks like you had a good time in here."

Jackie nodded. "It was a fun day. We were both pretty excited."

"I'm glad."

"Are you Artie, are you really?"

"Yes, today I realized that Mr. Clark can do things for you that I can't. I'm glad you have him and I'm glad you have the other men too."

"Thank you Artie. You know you'll always be my most important man."

"I know."

"And I'll always love only you."

"I know that too. I'll always love you."

"Even after another man has just finished fucking me?"

"Especially then, right now you look beautiful."

"Ron left another mess. Will you clean me again?"

"Yes, I'd like that very much."

"Take off your clothes."

I quickly undressed. 

As soon as I was naked Jackie said, "Come join me on my bed."

I got on Jackie's bed and crawled between her legs.

"Do it cucky, lick my boyfriend's cum out of my cunt."

I closed my eyes, pressed my lips to Jackie's well fucked sex and started licking up Mr. Clark's semen.

"That's right cucky, lick it all up. Enjoy it. Savor it. As my cuckold you're going to learn to love the taste of other men's semen."

Jackie let me lick her for a minute or two and then she said, "And now the sheet. Lick all of my boyfriend's cum off of my bed sheet."

Overwhelmed with submissive masochistic desire I eagerly complied. As soon as the sheet was clean I looked up at Jackie. My face was coated with Mr. Clark's semen.

Jackie sat up, patted my head and said, "Good boy."

I grinned at her.

She slipped her hands behind my head and gently pulled my face into her cunt. "Now I want you to eat me cucky. I want you to lick me and suck my clit. I want you to make me cum."

I pushed my tongue into Jackie's cunt. As I started licking her she said; "Yes that's what I want. Lick me, eat me. Ron has a big beautiful cock, but you have a wonderfully wicked tongue." Still holding on to the back of my head, Jackie started grinding her cunt into my face. "Cucky, you do things with your tongue that drive me absolutely wild."

As Jackie spoke she was panting. Her excitement was rapidly mounting. I moved up to her engorged clitoris, sucked it into my mouth and started flicking it with my tongue."

"Yes that's what I want! Eat me! Another man just finished fucking me. Lick my freshly fucked cunt! Suck on my clit! Yes, just like that, suck it and lick it! Harder! Faster! Make me cum one more time today!"

I felt the tension in Jackie's body growing. I kept sucking on her clit while she mashed her freshly fucked cunt into my face. Suddenly she arched her back and screamed. 

I kept sucking her clit. 

She cried and shook as the waves of pleasure ravaged her body.

I kept my lips pressed to her cunt.

Gradually her orgasm subsided. I felt her start to relax. I gave her cunt a final kiss, pulled back and waited. Jackie lay still, her eyes were closed. I continued to wait and watch.

Finally her eyes opened. She saw me and smiled. "Artie honey, that was magnificent. It was the perfect way to end a wonderful fuck party, thank you."

I smiled.

Jackie sat up. "Now it's your turn." She moved over to the edge of her bed, opened the drawer in her night table and took out the key to my chastity cage. "Come sit next to me Artie." 

I slid over and sat next to Jackie. She quickly unlocked my chastity cage and slipped it off of my penis and balls. As soon as it was released my tiny penis sprang to attention. 

Jackie giggled. "He seems happy to be free."

I nodded. "He is."

She set my chastity cage on her night table. "You should wash this tomorrow. Remember, on Tuesday I have a motel date with Phil Harper so I'll be locking you up again on Monday morning."

"I remember."

Jackie pulled two tissues out of the box on her night table. "Here's your pussy."

I took the tissues from her.

Jackie lay back on the pillows. "Kneel at my feet. Tonight I'll let you suck on my toes while you jack off."

I got back up on the bed. Once I was in position Jackie spread her legs so that I could see her cunt and then she raised her right foot and pushed it into my face. "Okay cucky, have fun."

As soon as I started stroking my cock Jackie said; "Isn't that cute. My pussy husband is jerking off just like a twelve year old boy. What really makes it special is that another man just spent the last three hours enjoying my cunt. He played with it. He finger fucked me. I sucked his cock twice. You weren't there for the second time. You were doing housework in your frilly little apron. Oh and he fucked me. He fucked me twice and came inside me both times. Cucky do you think cumming inside a woman's cunt might be more fun than jerking off?" 

Jackie's taunt was fanning the flames of my already burning masochistic desires. I pumped my tiny penis faster and faster. At the same time I fervently sucked on Jackie's toes.

"Cuckboy, look at my pussy. Wouldn't you love to put your pathetic little peepee inside it. You can't, my cunt is reserved for real men with real cocks. Wimps like you have to be content jerking off."

That pushed me over the edge. I felt the familiar warmth flooding my loins. I quickly wrapped the two tissues around the tiny head of my penis and continued masturbating. 

My orgasm was tremendous. The pent up excitement created by the restriction of the chastity cage, the thrill of the day's activities and the exquisite humiliation of Jackie's creative taunts combined to create an unforgettable climax.

When I was finished ejaculating Jackie sat up and took the tissues from me. She pressed them to her lips and kissed the damp spot that had absorbed my cum and then she stood up. "Baby you sit here and relax. I'll flush these for you."

Jackie walked into her bathroom. I heard the toilet flush. A moment later she returned and sat down on the edge of her bed.

I moved so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed next to her. For a moment we were both silent and then Jackie asked, "Was that okay? I mean, did I go too far? I really wanted to give you a masochistic thrill, but doing it is kind of scary. I have to say some things to you that are kind of nasty."

I kissed her cheek. "You were wonderful. It was the perfect conclusion to a magnificent day."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it really was."

Jackie giggled. "I have to admit that I enjoyed it too."

"You're a sadist."

"I am and I'm beginning to get comfortable with it."

"That's going to be fun."

"For both of us."

Jackie patted my thigh. "Come on Artie, let's get cleaned up. Connie should be back with the girls in about an hour. I'm looking forward to spending some time with them this afternoon and evening.

I bathed Jackie and then I took a shower while she put on fresh makeup. After we were dressed Jackie went into her office and finished some work while I went downstairs and did another load of laundry.

At 3:30 Connie returned with the girls. All three of them had a wonderful time. The girls loved the movie. Connie thought it was pretty funny too. 

As soon as Connie left Cassie and Monica ran to their bedroom and got their crayons and Madagascar coloring books. I set them up at the kitchen table where they spent the rest of the afternoon coloring and giggling about the movie.

That evening we had wieners, macaroni and cheese and sliced tomatoes for supper. It was the girl's favorite meal. After dinner I cleaned the kitchen while Jackie and the girls watched television. 

By 7:30 the girls were exhausted. Jackie and I got them into their pajamas and then we read them a story. Both girls were asleep before we finished the story.

Jackie went into the living room and sat down on the couch. I went into the kitchen, poured two glasses of wine and joined her. As I sat down next to her, I said; "You had a lot of fun on this couch today."

Smiling, Jackie said; "I did. Did you have a good time?"

"I had a wonderful time. Today I lived the cuckold fantasy."

"Tell me what you enjoyed."

"There was a lot."

"Tell me."

"I had to wear a chastity cage while you entertained your boyfriend. You made me serve you drinks while the two of you made out on the couch."

"Did you like watching us make out?"

"It was incredibly exciting."

"I'm glad you took off your clothes. I hope you weren't too embarrassed when Ron saw your chastity cage."

"Actually it ended up being pretty hot. Mr. Clark wasn't condescending or rude, that helped."

"Ron's a nice guy."

"You like him, don't you."

"I do, is that okay?"

"He's your boyfriend, you should like him."

"I like having a husband who will let me have a boyfriend."

"I like having a wife who wants a boyfriend."

We both laughed. After a moment Jackie asked; "What else did you enjoy."

"I loved licking your ass while you sucked Mr. Clark's cock."

"Artie that was so hot. I loved it too. Did you like watching Ron fuck me?"

"Yes I did. He's very good. I can see why you enjoy him so much."

"I know we talked about this before, but I have to ask you again. Does that bother you?"

"A week ago I would have said yes. Now? No it doesn't, especially after today." 

"Tell me why."

"I saw how much pleasure he's able to give you. I love you. I would never want to deprive you of that enjoyment."

"Thank you Artie. I'm lucky to have such an understanding husband."

"Would you like to know what else I enjoyed today?"

"Yes, very much."

"I liked having to clean the house in that frilly apron while you and Mr. Clark were partying in your bedroom."

"I enjoyed that too. In fact when Ron was fucking me the second time I had two unusually intense orgasms. That was the reason. Knowing that you were doing housework while Ron was fucking me was unbelievably hot."

I grinned at Jackie. "I'm a masochist, you're a sadist and we both have creative imaginations. We're going to have fun."

"Yes we are." Jackie was quiet. After a moment she said; "Artie I'm so glad you found out about my secret life."

"I am too. I'm also glad that we've been able to be open with each other about our secret desires. I love being your cuckold."

"And I love being your hot wife." Jackie kissed me. While it was a passionate kiss it wasn't lustful; it was tender and romantic. It was the kind of kiss that a wife, even a hot wife, reserves solely for her husband.

When we finished kissing Jackie said; "Sweetheart it's only 9:30, but it's been a full day. I'm exhausted."

I nodded. "So am I."

"Let's go to bed." As Jackie stood up she added; "Tomorrow night is slut wife night. I want both of us to be well rested."

Laughing, I said; "I like this plan."

We quickly undressed, brushed our teeth and got into bed. Jackie cuddled up to me. I pulled the covers up over us and put my arm around her. As we quietly lay together in the dark Jackie said, "Artie."

"Yes."

"I'll always remember today."

"I will too."

"Because I cheated on you I guess you've always been a cuckold, but today you became my willing cuckold."

"Today I became your eager obedient cuckold."

"My obedient cuckold, I like that." 

We lay quietly for a moment and the Jackie started to giggle. "Artie."

"Yes."

"Tomorrow night I'm going to become your depraved slut."

I laughed. "Life is good, isn't it?"

"Yes it is, it really is."

Epilogue

That was three years ago. Jacqueline and I still fondly remember that day as the day I officially became her obedient cuckold. 

The next night, Sunday night we did have slut wife night. It was a great success and we continue to enjoy slut wife night once or twice a week.

Monday morning Jackie locked me in my chastity cage and I wore it until after her Tuesday motel date with Phil Harper. 

That became the pattern for our new life, a life that we both still love. Jackie generally has two dates a week. The day before each date she locks me in my chastity cage and my penis stays locked up until after she's finished her date. That night I'm allowed to masturbate before I go to sleep, but Jackie won't touch my little peepee. Why should she? She enjoyed a real cock that day. My tiny dicklet wouldn't be at all interesting to her. The next night is generally a slut wife night. That's an altogether different situation. On slut wife night Jackie makes sure that I know just how much she loves and desires me.

A lot has happened during the past three years. Natalie returned home from Albany madly in love with Milton Craig. The next weekend he visited her. Six months later they were married. They had a small civil ceremony in the banquet room of a nice restaurant in White Plains, New York. Connie, Jackie, the girls and I all flew to White Plains for the wedding. 

There was one more surprise guest. It was Gary Conners. Gary was Connie's first husband; the man who thought he was Nattie's father but then discovered that he wasn't. He flew in from Seattle for the wedding. Connie had called him. Apparently age and time had softened his hurt and anger.

Nattie cried when she saw him and we all cried when he walked her down the aisle.

The following weekend we had another wedding ceremony in our city. Miltie's mother wasn't invited. Neither was Gary Conners nor our girls. This wedding was a cuckold wedding. It was put on by Connie's sex club. They held it in a private mansion. At the time there were six submissives in the club, five males and one female. We were the servants. Miltie wore a collar and leash for the entire evening. 

The ceremony was quite unorthodox; everyone was naked including the woman who performed the ceremony. She wasn't a minister or a justice of the peace. She didn't have to be, the legal ceremony had taken place the week before in White Plains. Her name was Lorraine. While still very attractive, she was in her late fifties. She was introduced as the queen slut of the club. Lorraine and Connie were close friends.

Nattie's black boyfriend, Thomas Ward was the best man at the wedding. At the end of the ceremony Thomas sat on a stool. Nattie sucked his enormous cock while Miltie kneeled behind her kissing and licking her asshole. The forty people in attendance all cheered.

The reception was an orgy.

Jackie and I did become active members of the sex club. Nattie and Miltie did too. As submissive cuckolds Miltie and I were required to wear chastity cages at all club events. We were also expected to act as servants. It's unbelievably exciting to be serving cocktails while your wife is on a couch on the other side of the room sucking another man's cock.

Phil Harper, Teddy and I did start playing golf together. My skills returned quickly and Jackie purchased a membership at Oak Grove Country Club for us.

Jackie actually used the Country Club as much as I did. She didn't play golf. Sex was the only leisure time activity that interested her. For Jackie the club was a place to entertain clients and professional associates.

About a year after that memorable day with Ron Clark, Jackie's law firm rewarded her skill and hard work by making her the youngest and first female partner in the firm. Her already substantial income was tripled. So were her social responsibilities. The club was the perfect venue for professional meetings and lunches. 

Jackie's increased income allowed us to upgrade our standard of living. We started by purchasing a new home. It was actually a small mansion. It had six bedrooms, all on the second floor. Jackie took the master bedroom for her private boudoir. The room across the hall from Jackie's room was designated as the guest room. I was given the bedroom next door to Jackie's room. The room opposite mine became Jackie's office. Monica got the room next door to mine and Cassie was given the room across the hall from Monica's room. Of course I still spent most nights sleeping in Jackie's room.

The backyard had a large patio and a swimming pool. It was also surrounded by a ten foot brick wall. It was very private. The living room and den were adjacent to the patio and both rooms had French doors leading outside. Jackie's room opened onto a balcony that overlooked the patio. There was a small staircase that led from the patio up to Jackie's balcony. 

This private entrance to Jackie's room allowed her to occasionally entertain a late night guest in her bedroom. On those nights I would stay in my room so that I could be available to the girls if they needed something. Of course Jackie's room also had a door that locked.

Jackie, Ron and I had several more parties together. They were all wonderful. Jackie and Ron also usually got together once a week at our house while the girls were at school and I was at work. They enjoyed each other, but as they both predicted they eventually parted ways. It happened about six months after that first Saturday. Since then Jackie has had four other boyfriends. The first three each lasted about six months. My wife enjoys variety.




Jackie and Artie Ch. 15



Jackie's current boyfriend is Bill Carlisle. He sells office supplies. He's a nice guy. He's polite to me and Jackie enjoys him. Bill is her favorite kind of guy. He has a big cock and he knows how to use it. I've watched them twice, but Bill really isn't in to it. Because of that, when he's at the house and I'm around I'll usually put on my apron and do a little housework while they party in Jackie's bedroom. Jackie's not happy about that situation so I think Bill's going to be getting the boot in the very near future. My wife is a beautiful woman. It doesn't take her long to find a new boyfriend. 

 "You're very quiet. Is everything all right?"

I quickly smiled at my wife and then focused my eyes on road ahead of me again. Our new house was a thirty minute drive from the airport and we were almost there. "I'm sorry, I guess I wasn't being very good company. When you told me about the man you met while you were at your conference it made me think about that week three years ago when we got started in this lifestyle.

"That's okay; I'm pretty tired from last night. I'm not very talkative right now either."

We rode in silence for a moment and then Jackie asked, "Are you still happy with the way we live?"

"You mean do I like being your cuckold?"

Jackie smiled, "Not just my cuckold, my submissive cuckold and my servant."

"I wouldn't change a thing. I may be the happiest man in the entire world."

Jackie laughed. "That's pretty happy."

"Are you still happy?"

"I don't think I could be happier."

Jackie reached over and touched my chastity cage. "You've been wearing this for five days. Does it bother you?"

"No I'm used to it."

"You must be feeling anxious."

"A little."

"I'll take the cage off when you're finished pampering me tonight. You can masturbate. That will help." 

"You must have let him have you again this morning."

"I'm sorry, I did. He was good. I wanted to enjoy him one more time. We can still have slut wife night tomorrow night."

"Yes we can and being able to masturbate tonight will help. I'm glad that you had an opportunity to enjoy him once more this morning."

"Even if it means that you have to wait another day before you get to fuck me?"

"Of course, you're my dominant hot wife. Your pleasure is all that matters."

Jackie smiled and then she said; "As soon as we get home we can go upstairs to my bedroom. After you bathe me you can lick my pussy and ass while I tell you all about him."

"I'd like that very much."

"Artie, you told me that you were just thinking about how we got started three years ago."

"I was."

"That day you came home and found me with Ron was one of the luckiest days of our lives."

I nodded. "It's right up there with the day we met, our wedding day and the days that Monica and Cassie were born."

"We really have been lucky."

"Yes Jacqueline, we have."