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Millie and Jake Ch. 01

By: Matt Moreau



Jake Carson never was a truly good man, but he was gentle. A woman likes a gentle man. A man might be an idiot; he might be careless, dirty, or even unpretty, but, if a man is gentle, he will get a look see from a woman, from most women. Oh, and if he can make a woman laugh; well, he wins.

Problem with Jake was he was getting looks from the police too, and they weren't laughing. Jake liked cars, not a problem. But, liking other people's cars enough to steal them that tended to be a problem. So now Jake was in prison, or, actually on his way there. His wife, Millie, was going to see him for the last time before he headed north. See him off, it sounded to her almost like he going on a cruise, when she said it, but Chico was no cruise. He would be away for ten years. Oh, with good behavior, he might be out in four or five. Millie just wanted to smash his face for doing this to her. She loved him, but she was angry, justifiably angry!

Her situation? Desperate. She had no money; the lawyer had got all that there was. She had no job, but she had to get one in a hurry. The rent on their house would be due in three weeks, and then the pressure would be on.

******

She hated the place, the visitors' complex at the county lockup: there was a receiving entrance that all, who wanted clearance, had to traverse before getting to the outdoor visiting area in the back. It was a forbidding place, the visitors' area, heavy rolls of concertina razor wire topped a twelve foot high chain link fence. Rows of polished steel two person tables with built in stools were the only furniture in evidence. Jails were not nice places. 

They searched her whenever she came in; they searched all of the visitors. And it wasn't pleasant; it was invasive and personal, and dirty. The guards, the women guards, were worse than the men. They seemed to take pleasure in hurting and humiliating the wives. But, no matter how bad it was for the wives, it was worse for Jake and the other inmates.

The worst? He had told her once. It was watching her walk away, back to her car while he had his fingers entwined in the chain link of the fence watching her go. Watching her cross the parking lot that abutted the fence, knowing she was going somewhere that he could not follow. Watching her walk away and not be able to go with her, not able to stop at the store with her; not able to comfort her when she was alone and broke and sick or worried about him, or anything. 

And of course there was the absence of sex. None for him at all, unless one of those stinking bastards in the prison made him his bitch. Oh, and no sex for her either—unless she cheated. And, how could he call her a cheater; he had cheated her out of a big piece of their lives together. He was the cheater, the worst kind.

Millie knew it happened, the homosexuality. She was sick for him, worrying about him. Jake was her husband and she loved him. Gawd why! Why those stupid cars! 

"Hi baby," he said, as he took a seat on the stool across the table from her.

"Hi." she was trying not to cry. "Oh Jake, when you get out, never again, okay. We won't even have a car. We'll walk or take cabs, but no cars, okay?" she said.

"You got it baby. I know I've said it a thousand times since the trial, but I am so sorry. I am so sick at heart for what I have done to you, to us," he said. 

"How did the job interview go?" he said, trying to change the subject.

"Okay I think. I think I will get the job; I just don't know how soon I'll be starting, maybe in a couple of weeks."

"Call my parents. I talked to mom yesterday. They can help till you get your first check," he said.

"Okay, Jake, I will. I'll get by somehow. There's a wives' support group too. I will be going to that tonight. They're supposed to be able to help out when one or another of us is in tough straights. Anyway, I'm gonna go and see."

"Good Millie. Good. There's something else I have to ask you," he said.

"What's that, Jake?"

"You know I'll be headed north tomorrow. It's about a three hour drive, so I hear; that's pretty far, I know. Will you be able to still visit me sometimes? I mean we've talked about it, but I didn't know then where I would be taken until now," he said.

"Every month, Jake. I promise you that. If I can't because of illness or something, I will get a message to you. Maybe through your mom. But, I will be there on visiting day if I can be, you can depend on that."

He smiled. "You know they have trailers there, I mean at Chico."

"Trailers?"

"Yeah, so that husbands and wives can be alone and together for a little while. Maybe even overnight sometimes. I mean when you visit," he said.

"You mean—for—sex?"

"Yes. I know it's going to be pretty rough for the both of us having no sex. But, well, it's only a thought," he said.

"Just like you Jake, always thinking about my pussy."

"The most beautiful thing in the world, baby, I'm an expert on your pussy."

She smiled and then laughed. It was the first light moment in all of the six visits she'd had with him at the county jail. "Just behave inside that place, Jake," she said. "I need you out as soon as possible. I really need you, okay. I mean I really need you," she said, with as much emphasis as she could.

The hated voice came over the loudspeaker announcing the end of visiting hours. They weren't supposed to touch, but Macon was on duty. So he leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek. Some of the guards were a little more human than others.

She turned to go. At the gate, she turned back and gave him a little wave. 

She couldn't see it as she dodged an oncoming car to get to hers at the back of the lot. But he swallowed hard before beginning to cry yet again as he watched her go; his fingers grew white as he squeezed the wire wall. 

Most people never think of the feelings that inmates have, he thought to himself. Bad though many of them were, and others unlucky, all of them had feelings and almost all of them were in pain, bad mental pain.

******

There were some twenty women, jammed into the little hall on the second floor of the county lockup, waiting for the facilitator, the one who would lead the meeting and give the wives some of their options.

Millie sat between two black women. The one to her right was comely and young and slim; she was also as nervous as Millie was.

"Ever been to one of these before," said the woman.

Millie looked at her as though she were interrupting. It was embarrassing for her to be there among the other women, all of whom shared one thing in common: their husbands were one and all convicted criminals.

"No. First time," said Millie, deciding to be agreeable if not enthusiastic.

"Me too. My man's in for burglary," said the woman. "There won't be a second time; he gets this one mistake and that's it as far as I'm concerned."

Millie looked at her as though to say: that's pretty cold lady with your husband going inside tomorrow, but she left it alone.

"My Jake's in for stealing cars. Shit!" She said suddenly, "We didn't need the damn money; he did it for thrills. Now I'm gonna be paying too," said Millie between clenched teeth.

Her new acquaintance nodded her understanding. "All of us here in the same boat," said the woman. "I'm Jill Reynolds. My husband, Daniel, is on his way to Chico. Yours too?"

"Yes. Three fucking hours up the road, at least so my husband told me," said Millie.

"Yeah, that's about right, I know the area. Never been to the prison, but I know the town," said Jill.

"I'm kinda afraid of going up there. How about you?" said Jill.

Millie hadn't thought that far ahead, but now that someone else had brought it up, she realized she wasn't very comfortable with the idea either: all of those killers and rapists and thugs and such!

"Hadn't thought much about it, but I guess I can do it," said Millie.

"Oh, I'll do it, we all will, but that little asshole of mine will pay for doing this to me," said Jill. "I ain't takin' this layin' down."

Everybody came awake as a stout middle aged woman with frizzy hair and a rough hewn profile entered stage right and came to the front.

"Good evening ladies," she said. "My name is Mildred Doyle. I'm with County Social Services, and I'm here to give you some of your options and to answer any questions that you may have, or try to at any rate."

"Let's begin..." She spoke for some twenty minutes and asked for questions.

Leaving the meeting, Jill pulled Millie aside, and said, "Hey girl, would like some company on your visit next month. I mean we could go together and see our men and then we wouldn't be so—vulnerable, so alone."

"I—I don't know," said Millie. She paused, "Wait, on second thought never mind. Yes, I guess that would fine.

"You wanna drive or me," said Millie.

Jill looked guilty.

"What?" said Millie.

"I don't drive," she said. "I don't have a car either. I do have gas money though."

Millie smiled. She realized that the girl had played her. But it was not a biggee for her, not if the other girl bought the gas. "Okay, Jill, if you by the gas, all of it, I will do the driving. Deal?"

"Deal," said a happy and relieved Jill. "And you can pick the day. Neither of our guys are in for child abuse or drugs or stuff like that, so we'll be able to visit next month no problem. Some of the gals in there tonight might not be able to see their men for a while, and for sure they'll be getting no family visitations."

"What are those exactly? I mean what's the difference between a visit and a family visitation?" said Millie.

"You know, the trailers," said Jill.

She remembered what Jake had said about the trailers. "Oh yeah, I didn't know what they were called." She said.

"Yeah, at Chico you can stay overnight if you're cleared," said Jill.

Millie was surprised. "That Social Services woman didn't say anything about that. She just said we'd get the rules in the mail about visitations." 

"That's because she doesn't have anything to do with the Department of Corrections, the DC," said Jill. "She's Social Services. She was here to see who among us needed to get a job or needed help with formula for the baby and the like."

"Oh. Well, I got a job, I think. That's why I didn't raise my hand to fill out that form. How about you? You didn't get one of the forms either."

"Oh yeah, I've got a job. And my pimp let's me keep sixty percent of what I earn; it's better than what some of those bums out there give their girls," she said.

Millie stopped cold, frozen in her stride. "You're a..."

"Call girl, but next door in Nevada. It's legal," said Jill. "Hope that doesn't queer us, I mean we're still on for the ride, right?" 

"Uh—I guess—yeah, if you're a legal..."

"Whore, you can say it," said Jill. "I'm not ashamed of what I do. I'd be ashamed if I were a politician or some of those cops. I got a half dozen of each in my appointment book." She began to laugh out loud at the thought of it.

"Really?" said Millie

"Hell yeah, really," said Jill.

******

Millie picked up Jill at a coffee shop around the corner from her "real" apartment, that, opposed to the one in Nevada that she used for business.

Both were dressed appropriately, according to the rules the DC set forth for the prison" no spaghetti straps, no short skirts, jewelry minimal, and easily searchable purses.

"Ready to go?" said Millie to her new found acquaintance.

"Yeah, I guess. Let's do it," she said.

The drive was going to be a long one: a good opportunity for each to get to know the other.

The first few miles were relaxing and the two wives were quiet. Jill broke the silence.

"It's gonna be a little bit strange," said Jill.

"Yeah for sure. I just hope I don't break down and cry," said Millie.

"I'm not going to cry," said Jill. "My man deserves to be punished for what he's done. It doesn't mean I am going to love him any the less, but he deserves what he's getting and that's the long and the short of it."

"Gal, that's cold," said Millie.

"You think! Well, I wouldn't have to be driving to some prison to visit him if he had thought of me and us first, would I? I wouldn't be forced to be doing without my husband and his comfort and his cock for the next five years, would I? I tell yuh, girl, it's me that doesn't deserve to be punished, but I am going to be anyway. You too, if it comes to that," said Jill.

"I guess you're right, but what is, is. We just have to grin and bear it; well, bear it anyway," said Millie.

"Not me."

"Huh? What are you saying, Jill?"

"Let me ask you," said Jill, "are you going to take a lover? Is anyone after you yet? I mean that you know of?" 

"Lover? You mean am I going to cheat on my man?"

"Cheat! Hell no. I mean are you going to take a lover and tell that man of yours that you're doing it and get him to not only go along with it but beg you to do it," said Jill.

"Oh yeah, he's gonna beg me to let another man fuck me. Oh yeah, like that's going to happen," said Millie very sarcastically.

"If you work it right, it will," said Jill. "Men are all alike. They will do anything their women tell them to do if they are horny enough. The trick is to make them, first, realize that they have no choice, and second, that it's their privilege to get on their knees and beg us to do as we wish," said Jill.

"What in hell are you saying?" said Millie. She was totally out of sync with her friend's line of thought.

"I'm saying that I am going to turn my man into a cuckold wimp like I should have done long before this and make him like it. That's what I'm saying."

Millie was speechless. Finally, she found her voice. "Do you know something about men that I don't know," said Millie. "I mean is there some magic that you have that makes you think that your man is going to go along with any of this stuff?"

Jill looked at Millie and smiled. "Girl, I'm a prostitute, and a good one. Not only a good one, but an experienced one: I know men. Every fucking one of them can be pussywhipped. There are two things, secrets, to always keep in mind, and then you win."

"Okay, I'll bite, what two secrets?" asked Millie.

"One: a woman must make sure that her man is always secure in his mind that she loves him and only him, no matter how much she plays or what she does that may hurt or humiliate him."

"Geezsus!"

"And two: a woman must keep her man horny 24/7."

"Double Geezsus!" said Millie. "How in hell is he going to feel secure if you're out fucking other guys? It makes no sense."

"Men make no sense. If he's horny he is only thinking with his dick. He only cares that after his wife is done getting screwed that she comes home to him and feeds him all of the gritty details. They love to hear it, all of it, especially how you felt while you were getting it. Making your man a cuckold actually frees him to love you more than he ever could in a vanilla lifestyle.

"Millie, I've been with a busload of men, and I am telling you it's a fact. Men want their women to rule over them and many if not most want their women to cuckold them, even if they don't realize it," she said.

"Are you going to tell Daniel that today?" said Millie.

"Yes. He'll cry at first, and then I'll comfort him. And by the time I leave he'll be on his knees begging me to be happy and to just be sure and visit him next month. I will, and I will share all of the details with him too. I will humiliate him and take his manhood away from him, and then give it back to him in small doses. I guarantee you, girl, when I finally get that man of mine back from that prison, he will be my perfect little cuckold slave. I fucking guarantee it."

Millie was taking it all in. At first incredulous, then noncommittal, then in tacit agreement; she began to rethink how she was going to deal with a husband who would be away for possibly as many as ten years. She mentally decided to play it by ear. All of the things Jill had said, and that she was saying from experience not just from pique at being in a bad situation was something: tantalizing maybe, interesting certainly.

******

It was almost 11:00AM before they arrived. The wives and girlfriends had all been frisked and cleared, and they were milling around in the outdoor visiting area of the prison waiting for their men. Millie caught sight of Jake almost immediately. A few yards down the mild incline, Jill was still waiting for her Daniel to appear.

Millie saw that Jake saw her too and she plopped down on the bench of the small picnic table that she had staked out.

He came over, greeted her, kissed her hard on the lips, and slid in across from her, elbows on the table. "I love you," he said.

Her smile of appreciation was wan but warm. She wanted to get down to brass tacks, but she knew that this first time she'd have to go a little bit slower. She reminded herself that she was going to play it by ear. They were looking at a minimum of four or five more years of this visiting stuff, and it wasn't going to be easy. 

Millie could not know her man's mind at that moment. Unbeknownst to her he was about to open the floodgates of freedom for her. Jake had made up his mind to tell his womanh something he had long wanted to tell her, but had been t0o much of a pussy to dare; now it made sense to do so—boy did it ever.

Jake was six-foot three, one-hundred and ninety pounds, of dark-haired stubborn male macho. That he loved his wife was a total given; that his intelligence was not likely to be useful in the field of rocket science, at any level, was also a given. But, he wanted to do something to prove his devotion, and more than his devotion, to the woman of his dreams and his soul hope of maintaining his sanity over the next several years.

The solution he was about to propose was not without its risks, but he believed firmly that he and Millie could make it work. Well, they could that is if Millie were to buy into his idea. He'd know immediately if he had thought wrong. Her initial reaction to what he was about to say would clue him; he knew it.

Jill's husband arrived just as Jake was about to lay out his ideas. Millie waved back to Jill in answer to Jill pointing to her man before sitting down to talk to him. The two women would have much to talk about in a few hours.

"Someone you know?" said Jake noting the hand waves of recognition between the two wives.

"Yes, someone I met at the meeting. The one I told you I was going to the night before you left.

"You okay?" she said, hoping he was.

"It's relative," he said. "You're not with me, so it's very relative."

Right answer, she thought. "I know. I wish I were. I need you. It is very lonely without you. It's been only a little over a month, and already I am lonely as sin," she said."

"Tell me about it; it's very lonely without you too," he said.

"Jake, have they done anything to you? You know..."

"You mean am I some guy's bitch? We talked about this before when I was still in county. I don't want to burden you with my problems. I know you've got enough pressures out there without my adding mine," he said.

"Honey, I need to know." She paused, suddenly it was clear to her. "But then, I know already don't I. You would have denied it if nothing was happening. The one thing about you, Jake, that I could always depend on, was that you never lied to me, not once, not even about little things.

"You can't bring yourself to lie to me now, can you, so you dodge the question. Well, I have another one for you. Tell me, how bad is it? I want to know, Jake. I need to know."

"Maybe once or twice a week," he said. He was looking down when he said it. He couldn't bring himself to look her in the eye. 

"Tell me?"

"Mostly oral," he said. "Sometimes..."

"They fuck you! Oh Jake, I will talk to our lawyer, the police, something has to be done to protect you. You don't deserve this. There has to be a way to stop it and to punish the bastards who are forcing you to do those things," she said, her eyes tearing up.


Millie and Jake Ch. 01



"Okay, okay, baby. Please don't cry. Now I feel Guilty," he said.

"Honey, you have no reason to feel..." Millie stopped cold and stared at him.

"Honey—Millie—?" he said.

"Guilty? Jake, you not telling me you let them—I mean you're not—you let them!" She screamed. A guard noticed and looked over at them. But, since nobody was hitting anybody he had no interest.

"Honey, it's not what you think, not at all," he said.

"Then what?" she sneered.

"I have a question for you. You're working now," he said.

"What in hell! What does that have to do with anything whatsoever!" she said. "Yes, I'm working for $8.50 an hour and no damn benefits. I started two weeks ago."

"Well, if you go to work every day. Guys are hitting on you sometimes. Aren't they?"

"And if they are? I can damn well assure you, mister, that I haven't let any of them push their pink little dickies up 'my' pretty little tokus. Well, at least so far!" she said about as sarcastically as she could.

The look on his face was—hurt—bad hurt.

She tried to recover. "Honey, I didn't mean..."

"No, you were right. I'm an asshole. 

"Honey, Millie, I ain't givin' it up to the cons. It's a guard. He's protecting me. He's gay. We—we made a deal."

"My gawd!"

"It's..."

"Wait, you mean he, the guard, is the only one?"

"Yes. I ain't proud of it, but I had no choice. I mean it was him or a dozen bad guys. I am good looking, as you may have noticed," he said forcing a smile.

Millie was stunned. Stunned, but in a sense relieved. Her husband had been rational. She didn't much like what she was hearing, but at least he wasn't being passed around and maybe worse by some really nasty criminals. "Honey, I'm sorry," she said. "I wasn't thinking. I don't know what to say. I—I know you have to do it, I guess. I'm not stupid. I guess, what I mean is that—anyway, do what you have to do. We won't speak of it again."

"Yes, we will. We have no secrets. We have no lies to cover up. It's you and me, dear heart, it always will be. I'm glad I told you; I needed to."

She took his hand and held it. "I love you."

"I love you too. My gawd! I do.

"Millie, what I am about to say will maybe shock you a little bit; like you haven't had enough of that already today." He got up and walked a few feet away, thinking.

Now, Millie was worried. "Jake, don't you..."

He turned back to her, "Honey listen to me. I need you to listen to me. Okay?"

She was silent but she was listening.

"I—I want you to let that guy, those guys who are hitting on you have you. I mean if you want."

"What the fuck!" Bits and pieces of what Jill had said flooded back into her consciousness.

"Honey, I know how hard it is for you..."

"You asshole!" she was mad, no, or was she. She had to think. Here, her husband was giving her at least part of what she was thinking about taking from him anyway. But, his beating her to the punch took some of the wind out of her sails.

"You deserve to be happy. I do not. I am an asshole, as you say; I'm the criminal. I need to know you're happy and fulfilled, and not just growing old being faithful to me. You know, me, the asshole. I deserve my punishment, that's why I'm here; you do not deserve to be punished at all, and certainly not because of me."

"But Jake—" Now she was crying; she felt guilty as hell. "I just don't know."

"Dear wife, you won't be betraying me. And when I get out, we'll be together again, and I will live for your happiness and serve you on my knees in every way that I can. If you do it, you'll just be making me your cuckold which I richly deserve for leaving you out there and almost defenseless. I am more than willing to be your cuckold husband. The prospect is actually a kind of a turn on: the mental images; I know that that sounds dumb.

"You know what a cuckold is, right?" he said.

"Yes. It's husband who knows that his wife is taking other men to her, letting them fuck her, and who agrees to it happening because it makes her happy, and maybe because he is, in kind of a perverted way, turned on by it," she said.

He was mildly surprised that she understood so well. "Were you already..."

"Thinking about doing it to you? No, not exactly. Jill, over there, is going to cuckold her husband, and she told me all about it. I hadn't made up my mind whether I was going to do that to you or not," she said.

"Well, okay then," he said. "Cuckolding me is far better than you going half crazy needing to get it and not. I may be a fool and a felon, but I am not rotten enough to ask you to wait ten years or even five to spread your legs again. Sex is something we both need. I don't deserve to get any, but you do."

"Now this whole thing, idea, is getting me hot. I think you're stark raving nuts, but the idea is hot," she said. "I think I am going to enjoy cuckolding your wimpy ass," she laughed. "I know I'm going to enjoy watching you squirm when I tell you about."

"Yeah, and when you come to visit me, you will tell me all about it, tease me. You know, share with me your experiences: all of the details," he said. "Now, that'll be hot! Pure torture for me but hot as hell."

They both laughed softly while holding each other's hand.

"Torture is exactly what it'll be cowboy, depend on it!

"Jake," she was being serious now. "What if—what if I do it and fall for some guy? I wouldn't try to, but you know..."

"It's a risk. I know it's a risk. But I am willing to risk it because I am pretty sure of my girl. I want you to have sex, not love, but sex. I want you to because you deserve it and I can't give it to you, not yet. 

"Look, you always were a hot babe. You needed a good fucking when we met in high school, and I gave it to you. You've needed it these past seven years that we've been married—boy did you ever—and I gave it to you. I know you need it now, but someone else is going to have the thrill of doing you and not me. Just please don't cut me out of your life that's all I can ask," said Jake. 

"Jake, I don't know. I'll think about it, Jake, but I don't know. It's scary; the whole thing is scary, crazy. I will say this. I will not cut you out of my life, no matter what. On that you may depend," she said. "But, I have a very strong feeling that things between us are going to be a whole lot different than either of us imagines. The only question is, will it be good different or bad different."

They talked for two hours straight. They covered everything. The last thing before she left was the kiss. It was hot. Millie needed a good fucking right then and there, and she would have raped her husband if she could have gotten away with it. But, she had to settle for a kiss. She and Jill were going to have a lot to talk about, a helluva lot. 

The final siren sounded and the visitors started to gather up there things and begin to file out. She waved to him just as he disappeared back into the main prison block.

******

"They'll talk about us getting it from strange men for days," said Jill. "And about how today we looked, dressed, smelled, what we said, all of it; it's what will keep them grounded." She said referring to their husbands.

"Think so," said Millie.

"Oh yeah, I know so," said Jill.

"How did your man respond to the news; you haven't said?" said Millie.

"Accepting, he had no choice. He's going to be a cuckold and that's his reality, flat period."

"And?" 

"After he got done peeing his pants and crying like a little baby, he decided it was best for us to let me make him a cuck," she said.

Millie looked at her friend with a new respect for her toughness. "Geezsus!"

"How about you? What did you talk about?"

Millie dodged the question as she made a turn onto the highway for the long stretch home.

"Same as you," she said finally. 

Jill smiled inwardly; she had a new soulmate. "You know, you could make big bucks working for my pimp's escort company," said Jill. "It'd be safe and I can tell you it's a lot of fun if you're selective."

Millie laughed. "Not me, girl, I'm too shy."

******

Smiley's grocery was a small chain of grocery stores in the Valley. Millie was a checker in the newest, #6. The hours were good, the pay not so good, and the benefits non-existent. But it wasn't a bad job; it was better than playin' waitress and getting felt up by every cowboy in the Saddleback. The pay would have been a sight better there, adding in the tips, but she didn't need the harassment. Still, since Jake had told her it was okay to take on a lover, or even lovers, she was thinkin' she may have made a mistake in her choice of jobs.

Millie wondered how Jill was doing; she hadn't heard from her since the last visit to the prison.

******

"Millie?"

"Oh hi, Mr. Jacobs," she said, emerging from her reverie.

"Call me Sam," he said.

Sam Jacobs was the new night manager at #6 store. Short, good looking, a shade shy of fifty years old, and very friendly. He'd been hitting on Millie since he was hired by the owner Cal Johnson a month before. Millie had brushed him off, but now—no. He was a little bit too old for her, she thought.

"Right, Sam," she said and giggled. 

"What were you day dreaming about?" he laughed.

"Nothing, I'm just unconscious today, I guess," she said.

"Hey, it's almost closing. Wanna get a drink, something to eat?" he said.

"Mr. Jacobs, you know I'm married," she said. She knew he knew, and she knew Jake was behind bars. Couldn't hurt, she thought.

"I know, but it's been a while since your husband; well, you know, went inside," he said. His attempt at tact was not successful; he could see he'd upset her.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I have the sense of s bull in a china shop sometimes. It must be hard for you."

She nodded.

"Oh heck, Millie, I'm sorry. I'm a complete idiot. Let me make it up to you. No funny business either, I promise," he said.

"I don't think..."

"Nonsense, I know you haven't had anything to eat today, and you gotta be hungry. I am too. So we'll eat, and it'll make me feel better making it up to you for upsetting you just now. Geezsus, what an idiot I am."

"Mr. Jacobs—Sam..."

"Your husband would object, right? I understand. It was just a thought. I am..."

"No, he wouldn't object?'

"Who wouldn't?"

"My husband, Jake. He wouldn't object to my having dinner with you. He told me I should get out and meet people," she said. 

She knew she was playing with fire; he was one of the bosses. But, then again, a fiftyish guy might be able to give her what she needed, but with almost no threat of ever becoming a problem for her or Jake. Tom Cruise would be nice, but he'd definitely be a problem. No, Sam just might do, she told herself. Besides, she was hungry, starved in fact.

"Well, then let me introduce myself," he said laughing. "I'm Sam Jacobs, the new night manager. I'm handsome and real fun. Wanna give an old guy a chance?"

"Maybe," she said. "If you can keep your hands to yourself, like you said, no funny business."

"Call me Mr. Hands-off," he said. 

They drove to a little Mexican place a couple of miles down the road from the store. It was singular in two respects: the place itself was the very definition of tacky and the food was first rate.

"Nice," said Millie as she took her seat in the booth next to her date.

"Well, not really unless you are into velvet wall pics of the Virgin Mary and wax grapevines hanging over the booth dividers," he laughed, "but the food is hard to beat."

She laughed with him. "Well, I hope you're right about the food," she said, "because I am starving."

The waitress came, took their food orders, and asked about their drinks. 

"I'll have a margarita," said Sam.

"Me too," said Millie. "Funny you like margaritas, Sam, that's Jake's favorite drink when we eat Mexican."

"Really?"

"Yeah, kind of a small coincidence, but interesting," she said.

"I gotta ask," he said. "You said Jake said you should go out and meet people. That's pretty darn nice of him, I think. Not many husbands would be that—what—liberal."

"You don't know Jake. One: he's comfortable in his own ego. He doesn't think that there are many men who could make me want to leave him. And two: he's hedging his bets," she said.

"Huh?"

"You gotta know him. He's concerned that if he doesn't suggest it first: me going out with other men, that I might do it without his knowledge or permission. I mean if he is inside too long for me to stand it. I think I would be faithful to him no matter how long it was, or would have been, but who knows for sure; we're all human, and humans are weak sometimes. Anyway, I know him, and that is the way his mind works."

"I see. So, how do you look at it; I mean this dating thing. I mean since you do have his permission or agreement or whatever?" said Sam.

"I don't know. It does take the pressure off, I mean him saying it to me, but I haven't had a chance to think about it much. You know how it is. We work in the store long hours to make a few bucks, by the end of the day we ain't thinkin' too much about dating and stuff," she said.

"We do put in some long days. But you're pretty young aren't yuh?" he said. "What? Maybe twenty-five?"

"On the button," she said. "Jake's twenty-seven. If we're lucky, he'll be thirty-one when he gets out. We'd still be young enough to have a life. It'll be tough for a while, him bein' a con, but we'd make it somehow. Anyway that's the plan."

"Sounds like a good one. But, can I ask? What if he doesn't get paroled, Millie? What if he's in for his whole sentence."

"I don't want to think about that. I don't. Please don't mention it again, okay!"

"Yes, okay. For sure. I'm an idiot," he said.

The margaritas came, and they drank and ordered another round; the food came, and they ate and were stuffed; and then the band arrived for the 7:00 show. 

Millie'd noticed, when she and Sam had first arrived, that the place had a small dance floor, well worn by the countless feet that had trod its wooden surface over the many years; but she had thought nothing of it at the time. Now, the band was playing slow, mellow background music. 

"Like to dance, Millie," said Sam.

Millie looked him askance. "I don't know—oh, I guess so," she said.

He held her at a distance for a round or two on the floor then pulled her gently closer to him; she let him.

"You, okay," he asked.

"Yes, I'm okay." She allowed her head to rest on his shoulder. It was tentative, but it was definitely romantic, and she realized it. She had decided that he had been nice enough to her to let him fuck her. And the more she thought about it, the more she realized how much she needed a truly good screwing.

A pair of margaritas and a dance or two later they left.

"You can take me to your place," she said.

He looked at her without saying anything. He was not going to screw up his chances by saying something stupid. He'd already nearly blown his chances twice earlier in the evening. They drove in silence.

She took his hand as he led the way to his second floor apartment. "You'll have to give me a ride back to my car when you're done with me," she said.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, "absolutely." He smiled his gratitude to her now. She saw it as gratitude at any rate. As well she might, he was a forty-eight year-old guy, as it had turned out, with dwindling prospects, and she was a twenty-something hot babe; and, proof that miracles did happen, she was going to let him fuck her. Sam hadn't gotten this lucky in one helluva long time.

In his apartment, he locked the door, turned on a dimmer light in the hallway and led her to the bedroom. They stood beside the bed while he kissed her and felt her buttocks with both hands: they were pretty sweet buttocks.

"Go slow big boy, I need this, but I need it my way. Okay?"

"You got it. You have my permission to kick me in the balls if I fail to please," he said too sincerely to be serious.

He felt her breast through the fabric of her blouse. He pushed her back a few inches and began unbuttoning her blouse and then unzipping her pants.

She was a bit sweaty and she had the musky odor of a woman who had worked all day without much in the way of downtime. But she also smelled like a woman, and few things on the third planet from the sun were as wonderful to Sam Jacobs as the smell of a woman in heat.

They were soon naked and Sam's finger was probing her pussy as he kissed her endlessly and with entirely too much passion, thought Millie, for what she had been thinking would be a one night stand at most. Whatever the reality, she let him do her his way for the moment: he was pleasing her.

He loomed above her. Her knees were splayed wide in surrender. He lowered himself and she felt his cock pushing at her, entering her sopping wet vagina. 

Oh gawd! He was doing it to her; he was fucking her. She thought of Jake and tried to put him out of her mind. Sam was pounding her, slamming his pelvis repeatedly into her vulva, his cock driving deep inside of her. She yelped once or twice as he took her very hard. But then—she started to feel it building inside of her. She shuddered, she came, she relaxed and felt him finish and unload his semen into her. Millie felt good, and remarkably, not guilty.

She didn't feel guilty, but now she had to figure out how she was going to describe what had happened, to him, to her Jake; the prospect worried her.

They lay together, naked, for some time. Finally, Sam rolled off, and pulled on his pants; then, he stopped. "You can stay the night if you want. It would be great by me, I mean I really want you to be comfortable," he said.

"Thank you, Sam. You did me good," she said. "But I have to go home. I have all of my clothes there, and I have the early shift tomorrow."

"No problem," he said, and he continued dressing.

He drove her home. On the way there, all she could think about was visiting day five days hence.

She had to call Jill. They'd drive up together again. But, she wanted to talk to her before that. She had her cell. Millie was certain she wouldn't be at her local apartment. She was pretty sure her friend would be working in Nevada until the day before they left for the visit to the prison.

******



Millie and Jake Ch. 02



"Hi...Yeah...I'd sure like to talk to you...Yeah, before we go upstate...I guess I am...Yes. Jake's a cuckold...fifteen minutes?...I thought you were in Nevada...a boyfriend...here...okay, then fifteen minutes." She hung up.

Millie answered the door. "It's good to see you," said Millie.

"Ditto," said Jill.

Millie poured each a glass of merlot, and they exchanged pleasantries and the usual milieu of the mundane.

"So tell me. You've gotten yourself good and fucked, is that right?" said Jill.

"Sure is. Kinda romantic too. Not a lot of imagination, but romantic," said Millie.

"You gonna tell Jake next week?" said Jill.

"Yes, he has a right to know. Anyway, it was his idea."

"Damn straight," said Jill.

"So, whaddya doing here?" said Millie, "I thought you'd be in Nevada until the day before we left to go up. What's this boyfriend stuff? Serious?"

"Well, that's right. I got me a boyfriend. He lives here, so I took some time off to come play a little bit."

"Sounds delicious," said Millie.

"Maybe, I'll let you know after we do it."

"So you haven't let him have you yet?" said Millie

"No, not yet. This one isn't for money, although I met him because of another guy that was for money. His friend, Jack, is doing me kinda regular." said Jill.

"Huh?" said Millie.

"They're business associates. Very rich, very married, and very nasty when it comes to sex," said Jill. "At least that's true of Jack who introduced us. I expect it's true of Andy too."

"Really. My guy is the night manager where I work. Very sweet, but like I say, not all that imaginative. He banged the hell outta me, but afterwards we cuddled for a while, and he let it go at that. Nothing wild. I coulda used a little bit of wild," said Millie.

"Well, if you want a little bit of wild, why don't you come with me tonight," said Jill.

"What? With you and your boyfriend?"

"Sure, but it won't be just him and me. It will be him and another friend of his: a different friend. 

"The plan was for us three to all have dinner together; then, the friend would leave and go wherever he had to go, and Andy and I would spend the rest of the evening together. But, if you came along..."

"The friend would have a date for the evening too, and he, the friend, wouldn't have to cut country. Is that it?" said Millie.

"Yes. I'd have to clear it with Andy, but I'm pretty sure that it would be a no brainer," said Jill. 

"Hmm, a blind date. I don't know," said Millie. 

"I wouldn't be concerned about it being a blind date. One: these guys have money, big money, and they're real refined. And two: you could always just explain that you have to work tomorrow, and have to go home after dinner," said Jill, "I mean if the guy turns out to be a dud."

"Well, I guess in this case a blind date would be okay. I would like to meet a few more men anyway, and this sounds like it'll safe and maybe even interesting," said Millie. "Okay, make it a go. Call your Andy."

Jill spent the next few minutes on the phone. Hearing her describe her, made Millie blush. 

"Jill, you've really gone overboard in your description of me," declared Millie, after Jill hung up. "I think I'm okay looking, but 'stunning,' 'dazzling,' you've come close to actually lying to the man," said Millie. She was smiling, but Jill could see she really did feel insecure at having heard herself described like she had.

"You underrate yourself," said Jill. "You really are a stunner. I meant it before when I said, that you could make a ton of money doing what I'm doing, even if your pimp did take a forty percent cut." Jill tipped back her wine glass. "Got another one of those," she said, holding her glass out for a refill."

"Absolutely."

******

She looked at herself in the full length mirror in her bedroom. She thought of Jake. If he could see her now his cock would be poking holes in his jeans. Her long brown hair tumbled about her shoulders. Her black spaghetti-strap sheath was short but not too short; it did leave something to the imagination. Her lips were painted red, and her eye makeup was just so. She was twenty-five and very sophisticated looking for her date, she thought to herself.

Sitting herself daintily on the edge of the bed, she slipped on her black four-inch spikes. Nature had built her but five-foot four-inches tall, but the spikes had the dual benefit of increasing that statistic and pushing her very pretty butt out to a tempting degree.

Her nylons were flesh colored and were the kind that needed no belts. Her panties and bra were sheer, black, and minimal. She was a tigress on the prowl; her prey would soon be arriving. 

She sprayed on her favorite scent, the man killing kind she liked to think, and went into the kitchen for a glass of water. 

Holding the glass in her hand and alternately sipping it and setting it down on the counter, She thought again of her husband in his six-foot by eight-foot cell. She wondered what he was thinking at that moment. Was he thinking of her, of her cuckolding him, as she very well might that evening? It was both a sad and exciting thought. Her poor man. But, he'd brought his punishment upon himself. Jill was right; she mustn't allow herself to be punished right along with him. She'd stand by him, in her fashion; she'd support him the best she could, but he alone had to atone for his crimes. 

The limo arrived at a little after 7:00. Millie had just finished getting ready when a very handsome man in a suit that probably cost more than her car, knocked on the door.

He was tall, but not too tall, not as tall as her husband. His olive skin and wavy black hair were perfectly matched. He was of medium build and his hands were clearly not used to manual labor. He smelled good. Raymond was a promising blind date.

"Hi, I'm Raymond. "Not too early, I hope," he said.

"No, not at all," said Millie. "Would you like to come in?"

"Sure," he said. "We don't have to be at the club until 8:00."

"You are early then," laughed Millie trying to set him at ease. But, she realized, after she said it, that this man needed no help in that regard. He was very comfortable with who he was.

"So, you're a friend of Andy's?" said Millie.

"Certainement," he said in perfect French. "He's my bud," he said in perfect cowboy English. Not just in business either. We do everything together, have since high school."

The evening was getting off to a more than acceptable start, thought Millie.

They sat and talked, had tea, and soon it was 7:30 and time to go. He helped her with her coat, and held the door for her as they exited the house and got into the limo and headed for the club.

Raymond, said something in French to the driver, and they were on their way. Millie, who spoke no French, could not have known it, but Raymond had given the driver instructions to not arrive at the club until exactly 8:00, not a minute earlier nor a minute later. And so, they arrived at exactly 8:00.

Andy and Jill were already seated by the time Millie and Raymond arrived. The maitre d' took them immediately to their table.

"Hi yuh, Jill," said Millie, as Raymond pulled out her chair for her and seated himself next to her.

"Hi to you too," said Jill. "Right on time." 

"I took the liberty of ordering champagne for all," said Andy. Everyone signaled their appreciation.

"So, Andy, I want to tell you, my friend, that you have outdone yourself tonight in convincing this beautiful lady here to favor us," said Raymond. 

"The credit goes to my girl here," said Andy.

Jill laughed, "I am more than pleased to take the credit."

The champagne arrived. The small talk went on for some time. Finally, Raymond asked Millie if she would like to dance. She said she would. They did. And, they hit it off. He led her confidently and held her very close but did not offend her. He did have one little problem, she noted while they were dancing, his penis was erect and poking at the front of his pants. She felt it more than once press into her pubis, and it amused her: the universal signal of a man who was excited by the proximity of his female.

Andy and Jill continued to talk in subdued tones as their friends were on the dance floor.

"I learned from Andy something of your situation, said Raymond as they finished the dance and returned to the table. You and Jill have similar difficulties I guess. I mean in terms of your husbands," he said.

Millie was surprised that he would bring it up after so short a time knowing her, but she decided that he meant well. "Yes. It's kinda tough sometimes, but more so for my husband and for Jill's husband, Daniel," she said.

"I imagine," said Raymond.

They talked and laughed animatedly, until Jill rose, and taking Andy's hand, led him out the back door toward the rear parking lot. "We'll be back in a little while," said Jill. Her conspiratorial wink clued Millie as to her intentions.

Alone with her date, Millie felt a little bit nervous. But, it didn't show. He covered her hand gently in his on the table's surface. "You are indeed a very pretty woman," said Raymond. "I hope we can be good friends." His meaning was clear: he wanted to bed her, and she knew it. Now was the time that she could make her excuses vis-a-vis work if she were going to make any.

"I'd like that," she said, not feeling as confident of her decision to stay and play as she sounded. 

"I think our friends are having a little fun out back," said Raymond.

"I reckon they are," said Millie. She decided to stop wasting time. And, drawing courage from she knew not where, she jumped in with both feet. "Let's go out back, you know, to the limo," said Millie.

Raymond was surprised, good surprised, but surprised. "Wait; we'll go in a minute. I will send the driver home first, he said."

Millie sat and waited while Raymond made a cell phone call. He hung up. "Done," he said. He signaled their waitress.

"Can you keep an eye on our things," he said, not really asking a question as much as giving her polite instructions. 

"Sure sir, not a problem," said the waitress with the name plate announcing her name as Wanda.

Leaving their drinks and their personal effects, the couple made their way out back. The limo was parked to the rear of the lot where the longer parking spaces were located.

At the door to the car, he pulled her to him. Holding her gently by each of her upper arms, he pulled her close and kissed her. Without another word he keyed the door and they got into the spacious backseat of the stretch.

Millie slid over to the far side and leaned back against the door and waited for him to close the door and settle in. It was cool in the limo, not cold, but cool: Millie could feel gooseflesh on her arms and legs.

He sat across from her and looked her his appreciation of her beauty. "You are stunning," he said.

"Thank you," she said simply. She felt confident with him. He was not intimidating her or mauling her. It was going to be a pleasure letting him fuck her. Having danced with him, she had a vague idea of the size of his penis, at the very least, she was certain, his cock would do.

He moved toward her and she smiled her encouragement.

He leaned in to kiss her and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. Their kisses were soft and then she probed his mouth with her tongue. He responded and she tasted wonderful to him.

She felt his hand slide down her arm and rest on her hip. She felt it begin to climb up the side of her torso and cup the bottom of her breast. She cooed in satisfaction. He began massaging her breast with some urgency. He stopped. He peeled her spaghetti straps off of her shoulders and very slowly pulled her dress down exposing her bra clad titties.

He reached behind her and unhooked her dress and pulled the zipper down sending a chill through her. He expertly loosed the front hook of her bra and her breasts spilled out pale and vulnerable to him. He leaned in and kissed them. He began to suckle at them. She leaned back and sighed the sigh of a satisfied woman as he continued to adore her.

She let her hand fall to the front of his pants and feel the hardness that was growing there. Yes, he would do, she assured herself. She pushed him away a little and began undoing his belt. That done she unbuttoned his pants and began slowly sliding his zipper south. His underpants were tented obscenely and she felt his pole through the fabric and smiled up at him and kissed his penis through the material.

He lifted up so that she could pull his pants down followed by his underpants. He was naked from the waist down, she, from the waist up.

She hoisted herself and slid her dress off. Only her panties protected her honor at that moment. He almost ripped them from her in his haste to see her most secret places. She was naked. He spent four-point-five seconds getting the rest of his clothing off. He kissed her, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth and glorying in the taste and smell of her.

Again, she pushed him back and leaned forward seizing his cock in the process. She stroked it a few times and leaned into it and let it slip between her lips. She sucked him for some minutes until he began jerking and shuddering; she stopped.

"I want you in me," she said. "Fuck me nice, okay. Please fuck me nice. I want to cum. I want to cum really bad."

He made her kneel on the spacious floor of the limo, her elbows resting on the rearmost seat. He forced her head down. Her buttocks were high in the air and almost even with his chest. He spread her ass cheeks and licked and sucked at her anus; she tasted oh so female. For her part, Millie was alternately shaking and jerking as he did her.

Next in line for his attentions was her pussy and especially her clit. He sucked and licked it with the same abandon that he had done her anus. 

She felt him press down on her lower back, silently signaling her to lower her pussy for her fucking. He was going to take her from behind. She looked back at him as he positioned his maybe six-inch cock to penetrate her. She relaxed and let him conquer her; that was the woman's part, she thought at the moment: to submit to her man and let him screw her till he exploded inside of her; she prayed that he'd let her cum too.

He fucked her for what seemed a long time. She felt him speed up his thrusting and as he did so, she felt the familiar flood of orgasm engulf her and send spasms of pleasure through her body. She stiffened for a moment as she felt his heat inside of her. He seemed to be cumming for minutes, but in actuality it must have been for no more than twenty seconds, a long time even so. He wrapped his arms tightly around her torso and squeezed her to the point of crushing her with his arm strength as he forced every last nuance of semen from his ball sac.

They collapsed in an irregular heap on the floor of the limo. "Wonderful," he said.

"Yes," echoed his she.

As she lay sprawled on the floor, he straightened her body and pushed her legs gently apart. He knelt between her splayed legs and pushed his face into her sopping slit. He lapped at her cum filled pussy for a long time. "Oh my," she said. "Yes-yes-yes-yes! She came again and again as he sucked and licked her clean of his nectar and hers.

Finally they lay still. 

Two cars away, a similar scenario had been occurring between Jill and her man. Andy couldn't get enough of her. He continued suckling at her breasts even after he had come twice and she twice that many. "You are indeed a tit man aren't you, Andy, just as you said," said Jill.

"Oh, yeah," said Andy. "And your tits are very special, Jill, I mean that." 

She smiled at him and pulled him close, almost mothering him. He'd been a good fuck tonight, she thought.

The two couples were reunited and clearly sated as they went back inside to attend to their need for food and drink.

The two women, no less than the two men, would have a lot to talk about on the morrow.

******

It was raining, so the benevolent powers of the state penal system allowed that the wives and family members of their incarcerated relatives could visit them in the dining halls and indoor gym areas of the prison. The rains had reduced the number of visitors significantly, which doubtless left a lot of the inmates in a restless and psychologically unsettled state.

Millie was waiting, and anxiously waiting at that, for her husband. He was ten minutes late due to the change in visiting venues, but at length she saw him pour through the double doors to her right with a number of other gallants rushing to meet their significant others that had come.

Jill caught up with her Daniel at the same time Millie and her man did

Millie waved to Jake and he responded with a quickened step.

"Hi handsome," she said. "Are you okay, everything okay?" She glanced over at Jill who smiled at her as Daniel who was leading her to a couple of nearby folding chairs.

"It is now," said Jake. "You make everything okay." They decided to walk and talk rather than sit.

"So what's new?" he said.

Millie was silent for what seemed like a long minute before responding. 

"Jake—I—I got myself good and fucked some days ago. Remember, you said I could," she hastened to add. 

For a moment he stood there apparently stunned by her announcement. He was clearly shaken and trying to get his bearings.

"Jake?"

"It's okay," he said. "You just caught me off guard." He seemed to be searching for the right words. "Was it good for you? Tell me. Tell me all about it."

"Yes, it was good, I guess. Yes," she said with finality. "Sam, that's his name, took me to dinner and to his apartment afterward. He stripped me and screwed me. It was good. I needed it. Thank you for letting me," she said. "You're definitely my cuckold now," she said, smiling like a possum.

Millie had intended to tell him about her date with Raymond, Daniel's friend, too, but decided not to. Jake seemed okay with her initial announcement, about her date with Sam, but something wasn't quite right about his tone.

"You are very welcome," he said. Inside of him he was in turmoil, but he was determined to not blow it with her. "You gonna see him again? What's his name, again?"

"His name's Sam.

"I see him almost every day; I work with him. But, you're asking if I am going to let him into my pants again. Yes, probably," she said. "He treated me with respect and tried to make sure I got off."

"Good. I'm glad for you," said Jake. "I just wish it was me. I sure do miss you."

"I know honey. It won't be forever. Maybe one of these days we can use the trailer. It ain't much, but it's something. Better than nothing," she added.

He nodded. "Yeah, better than nothing. Honey—I really am happy for you. You need a little bit of sexual release. Just try and save a bit of you for me, for the day when I get out," he said.

"I will dear heart. Just hang in there. Next time I come you're gonna get to fuck me too; I want you too in the worst way, I need you inside of me," she said.

******

The ride back for the two women would prove to be a watershed in their relationship. As much as their husbands needed them and their support; they, the wives, needed each other.

"Yes and no. I told him about Sam, but not about Raymond; it wasn't the right time."

"Girl, you have to get to the place where you are in the driver's seat in your marriage. Jake has to learn that you're the boss, and love him though you do; he has made his bed and now he has to accept the consequences," said Jill.

"Yes, but he looked so forlorn when I mentioned Sam that I just couldn't bring myself to lay another shock on him," said Millie.

"Yeah, I guess I can understand that. It is a lot for man, when he's a prisoner and powerless, to hear too much bad news all at once from his woman. Yes, I can understand that. What you need to do is to try to get him to be your partner in the whole thing. Help him to better accept and to enjoy his cuckoldhood," said Millie.




Millie and Jake Ch. 02



"Yeah, well that sounds good, now if I can just figure a way to actually accomplish it," said Millie.

"You are going to try though aren't you?" said Jill.

Millie thought for a moment. There was no point in denying it, not to this woman. "Yes, I think so. I am just not sure how," she said finally.

"We'll put our heads together and figure it out," said Jill.

"You know, I am going to take you up on that, Jill, I could use a little guidance in this stuff. And you being—"

"Yes, I know, a whore," said Jill. "Well, it is the oldest profession. We've been around longer than even lawyers and politicians, and we're a whole lot more honest than they are." She laughed at her own characterizations. "I remember something that Ronald Reagan once said, 'It has been said that politics is the second oldest profession. I have learned that it bears a striking resemblance to the first.'" Jill broke up laughing.

"I didn't mean..." 

"No, that's all right. I've said before that I am proud of what I do. I do it very well. Anyway, let me say again, if all you want is to fuck and suck, I can get you a job that pays you pretty good to do it," said Jill.

"No, I don't think so. I'm not quite to the point where I could feel good about doing it for cash," said Millie.

"Well, you know my number."

They drove in silence for a while before stopping at the same diner they had on the way up.

******

Two weeks later Sam got a raise. He was one happy fella, and he knew someone with whom he was very interested in sharing the feeling—Millie.

"Got a minute," he said, as he watched her punch out for lunch.

"Sure, Sam, whatcha got?" she said, smiling broadly.

"Well, you heard I got a raise today. Probably gonna get the new store, #7, when it opens in a few months," he said.

"That's great, Sam. I'm glad for you. Wish it was me," she laughed.

"Well, you know I don't have a wife to celebrate with, not since she left me last year. I was thinkin' maybe you'd be interested in tilting a few with me, maybe having a bite to eat too," he said. "Been wantin' to talk to you since our last meal together. I mean if you're up for it," he said.

She looked at him. She wondered how a fifty year-old man could be so shy. "Sure, I'd be happy to," she said, "when?" 

"You get off at six. Why don't you go home and freshen up or whatever, and I'll pick you up at say 7:30," he said.

"Okay, sounds good. I'll be waitin' on yuh," she said.

She decided to dress for the occasion. She was under no illusions. This new man of hers would definitely want to celebrate: a few drinks, some good food, and her for dessert. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror at the prospect."

"You do look pretty," she said to that same reflection.

He was seven minutes early. Things were looking good.

"When will you be seeing Jake again?" said Sam, as they drove to Gilberto's, an 'A' list bistro in town.

"Another week and half," she said. "Sam, I need to tell you. I told him about you doing me."

He felt nervous and giddy hearing her words. "Oh my," he said."

"No, he was okay with it. I think it kinda bothered him a little, but he was cool about it."

"But—what if we..."

"Do it again? He'd be okay with it. He wants me to be happy, but to definitely not fall in love with someone else. Sex is one thing, he told me, but the love thing is for him and me. Do you think you can accept that kind of an arrangement, Sam? I need to know."

Sam Jacobs had never felt more conflicted than at that moment. The short answer to her question was yes. But the truthful answer was a definite, I don't know. Sam had gone to bed few nights, since their first sexual encounter without thinking of her. He was pretty sure he was falling in love with her. "Yes, sure I can," he said.

Millie watched him when he said it. He was clearly lying. She knew she should have had him take her home right then and there. But the thought of Sam being in love with her, intrigued her—she felt tingly and good: he was a nice man with a steady job and good prospects; a girl could do a lot worse than Sam Jacobs. "Good, I'd hoped you'd say that," she said.

The sex between the two that night, was comfortable rather than explosive, but part of that was because she couldn't get the thought out of her mind that Jake would one day be back, and she couldn't allow herself to fall in love with anyone else, not even Sam. 

Sam was a happy soul. More, he was a happy soul who was beginning to think he could take home first prize. He knew it was going to be difficult wooing the object of his affections, but he was very much up for the trying.

******

She'd set herself down at "their" table. She'd visited the medium security prison now some fifteen times, she and Jill, or was it sixteen; and each and every one of those times they had used the very same table. An odd thing to think of as one's own: a table in the prison yard of the place where her husband was an inmate, she snickered inwardly at the thought.

"Hi honey," he said. "Come on." He took her by the hand and led her down a narrow path to a nearby gate.

She'd grabbed her little bag and quick stepped after him almost stumbling as she caught up to his stride. "Where are we going?" she said.

"We got a trailer." 

"Oh."

We haven't done it since that one time last year," he said.

They moved quickly and in silence. They could talk when they got there.

The white, twenty-some foot, fiberglass box was unlocked. He hung a red do-not-disturb sign on the door handle and pulled her inside.

"Gawd! how I've missed you," he said. "You know, I understand how you feel about this thing," his hand swept around indicating the tacky trailer husbands and wives were allowed to fuck each other in. "It's a complete turn off for the wives, but I just had to have you today. Was it okay for me to arrange this? I mean if..."

"Me too," she said. "Of course it's okay. I don't like the damn thing, but I do want you, and I was thinking along the same lines today."

He began unbuttoning her blouse, and she let him. "Slow down tiger and enjoy," she said. "How much time do we have?"

"Four hours, babe; and I wish it were four years."

She was naked and she began undressing him. Her mid-sized boobs bouncing as she manipulated the buttons and zippers that held his flesh prisoner.

They stood and looked at each other's naked bodies for a full two minutes without moving. 

"Geezsus, you're beautiful," he said. "So damn incredibly fucking beautiful!"

"You look pretty good too, mister," she said.

They embraced. They kissed. They kissed a hundred times. They were rediscovering each other, and they loved what they found. 

Jake had wanted to never use the trailers either; there was just something about them that he considered—dirty, beneath him, and certainly beneath his Millie. But, with her on the outside fucking others, and him getting hornier daily; the trailers had come to look like the least of any number of evils.

She slid to her knees in front of him and took his cock in her small hands. He noticed she wasn't wearing her wedding band. He said nothing, but it hurt him.

She took his cock in both hands now, and pulled it to her face. She kissed the tip. She took it into her mouth and slowly slid her mouth over it covering half its seven inch length; it was as much as she was ever able to get into her tiny mouth. He sighed.

He erupted into her mouth; she choked a little and then swallowed his semen voraciously. She loved his cum, always had. When Jake and she had first married; it had been her symbol of her submission to him as her husband and provider. Later, as he continued to take risks and get into trouble it had become just another sex act, but still a favorite one of his, and of hers too if the truth were told.

He pulled her up and slid his body down tasting her sopping pussy and her inner thighs; it was his turn. She jerked and twisted as he tickled her with his tongue. Jake knew just how to push her buttons and he was pushing them all today. He buried one of his fingers in her anus as he licked and sucked on her pussy and clit; she wiggled to skewer herself on its length; she loved having him violate her butt.

She jerked and twisted herself through two orgasms before he stood and gently laid her down on the mid-sized bed that the state provided for its long term residents. The sheets were clean, at least, she thought to herself.

He lay on top of her, and she felt very female and wifely as he mastered every nuance of her body. Soon he was poking at her; he was like he had been that first time under the lemon tree in her parent's backyard. They'd both had learned about each other that afternoon.

He entered her, and wrapped his arms tightly around her, denying her any voluntary movement of her own. She felt him hammer her labia. He grunted like male animals grunt when they take their shes and mate with them. She adored him for being a real man. But...

In her next thought, she questioned his manhood. What kind of a man would encourage his woman to let another male fuck her? She knew his reasoning, but would he have been better served to have been possessive rather than calculating in terms of her, his wife? Anyway, for the moment it was all water under the bridge; there would be a time for them to iron out their issues. Nevertheless, all said and done; he was her cuckold and that several times over!

******

For some months following the second afternoon in the trailer, Millie and Jill visited their husbands together. Neither Millie nor Jake mentioned using the trailers again. The two times they had used them turned out to be singular relief episodes for the both of them. 

Such was not the case for Jill. She and her husband used the trailers and the state's hospitality at every opportunity. She was a fuck bunny, and her husband was her happy and devoted cuckold slave.

Jake was nearing the end of his second year in the pen when political influences and happenings caused a major shift in the status quo of their lives. At the same time Millie was becoming ever closer to and reliant on Sam. They now kept each other's company regularly, dating two and three nights a week as a matter of course, these in comparison to the once monthly afternoon visitations she was able to have with her husband. The news, that threatened to complicate their routine, came suddenly and from Jake. 

She was sitting patiently at "their" table waiting for him. It was a nice day near the end of May. It was warm, clear and still. She saw him walking toward her, and he was smiling. She smiled back.

"Hi, most beautiful girl in the world," he said.

"Wow! You're happy today," she said. "What's going on? You inherit money or something?"

"No, better than that," he said. "I'm getting out. Millie, we can finally be together again. I have been living and breathing for this day for two years. Millie, I'm going to be free!" He picked her up and swung her around.

"Whoa, sailor. Tell me, what are you talking about? Your parole isn't coming up for another two years, I thought." She straightened her dress as he put her down.

"Old news," he said, "stuff came up in the capitol. The State Supreme Court says these places are too full, and they have to provide either more prisons or let some of the inmates go. They don't have the money for more prisons, so some of the lower profile inmates are being paroled to their wives or family members if they are not married. There are conditions though, and they have yet to be worked out, but the bottom line is that I am out of this hell hole by next week!"

Millie sat stock still. "By next week? Why that's—wonderful—honey," she said. 

She said it, but she immediately realized the possible problems that would soon be looming. The problems would revolve around how she would handle telling Sam that things were about to get complicated. 

Sam was not just a fuck buddy; he was a true lover, and someone she was not anxious to hurt. The truth was that on some level, she had come to love him. She loved him as much, she now realized, as she did her husband. This was not going to be easy. She needed time, and it looked like that that was the one commodity that she was not going to have much of.

Add to the problem with Sam, that she had had more than one liaison with other men that Jill had set her up with over the period and that her husband new little or nothing about! She was going to have to come up with a whole new set of rules and regulations for herself and for the men who were competing for her affections.

"Honey?"

"Oh, you just surprised me," she said smiling broadly.

"Honey, we don't tell each other fibs; that's the one real no-no between us. You said so yourself. I mean—you do want me to get out, don't you?"

"Honey, of course I do! What a question. But..."

"But what? Wait a minute. It's that guy isn't it! Have you told me everything, Mil. Be honest. I can take it—well, maybe I can."

"Yes, everything. Everytime he's fucked me you've gotten the whole lowdown. You're a cuckold right enough, believe it, cuckolded as hell." she said.

"But, there's something else isn't there?"

"Jake, I love you. I also love Sam. I'm not telling him to get lost. I can't. He's been too good to me. I wanna keep you both. I'm telling you that, and I'm gonna be telling him the same thing. I hate to say this, Jake. I know I said I would try to keep love out of it, but I do love Sam too. I also remember telling you that I didn't know for sure if I could keep love out it. I remember telling you that I was scared."

"Yeah, you did say that; I remember. But you're still going to keep me around, right. I mean not just because I'm probably going to be paroled to you, but because you love me, right?"

"Of course, darling. It's just that I love two of you now, I hope you can understand that. Gawd! I know how hard it is going to be for a proud man like you. For that I am very sorry, dear," she said.

"I do understand. He's been around while I've been; well, not around. It's just I don't know how I am going to be able to deal with it, you know, mentally," he said. "But, I will deal with it, I promise you."

"You'll have to, darling. I mean it. This is what's come of you being convicted and sent to prison. It would never have happened except for that. So in a way, it's part of your punishment. I really, really hope you can understand. 

"And, of course I will accept being responsible for you while you are on parole. You say there are conditions? When will I know what they are? Do you know?"

"No, but they will be sending you a letter to attend some kind of an orientation. At least that's what my cellmate Jonas told me."

"Okay then, next week. Honey, I can't wait! I will have a nice surprise for you when you get home," she said, a very nice surprise. 

******

"You say Jake's okay with us?" said Sam.

"Hmm, yes. He'd rather have exclusive rights, but he will deal with it; he understands that he has no choice.

"How about you, Sam. Can you handle it? I mean you say you can, but are you sure. I can't kick my husband out, not now, not after all we've been through," she said.

"Yes, I guess. I mean I feel lucky just to have you part time," he said. "You'll have no problem with me. 

"Can I say one thing though?" he said.

"Sure, honey, what is it?" she said.

"Well, over these many months you've told me a lot about your husband. I know you say he's a very gentle soul with you, but what about guys who hang around you? I mean, if he's as tough as you say—"

She smiled indulgently at him. "I'll take care of Jake. He's my man. I can handle him. He won't be messin' with you unless you tried to hurt me; then, it wouldn't be a good idea to be around. But, if you're as gentle a soul, as you always are; he would never think to hurt you, really," she said.

Sam didn't feel all that convinced, but he accepted her at her word. It was going to a real interesting next couple of weeks regardless, he thought.

******

Millie sat at the table across from her friend. The darkened cafe was cool and quiet at four in the afternoon. 

"Tomorrow's the day. Are you anxious?" said Millie.

"Yes, I am," said Jill. "I'm a little concerned about the boys, yours and mine. They're likely to be a bit rambunctious for a while. That and the fact that they can't go anywhere except to work for the next two years is not going to make house sitting them much fun, I have a feeling," said Jill.

"Yeah, I know. I have the same feeling. We have to be very strict with them. I mean very strict, or they'll take the same kinds of chances they did that got them in the joint in the first place. Our guys are guilty mostly of bad choices, and I do not want to be doing any more visiting at Chico State under any circumstances." said Millie.

"You figured out how you're going to handle Jake when you go on dates?" said Jill.

"No, and I'm worried. I don't trust him just to sit home and behave himself," said Millie. "How about you? Got any ideas?"

"I'm gonna lock him up. He knows he's a cuckold. My slave really. He will do what I say and I say he is going to be locked up each and every time I go out," said Jill.

"Lock him up! You mean send him back to jail. How is that possible? Will the cops..."

"No-no, it's not like that. Nothing to do with the law. I bought a kennel. It's made for a big dog. I am going to lock him in it every time I have a date or need to be away for a while, or, bring someone home with me," said Jill.

Millie stood there dumbfounded. "Huh? That sounds awfully cruel, Jill. I mean he's been living in a cage for so long..."

"It'll only be for a number of hours each time, not for years," said Jill. "I have to do it. I know he can't be trusted to behave, so I have to make sure he does—flat period."

"Still, a dog kennel!"

"It's the only way. I guess I could chain him up to something, but the kennel is best. It's safe; he can't escape. And, it'll be humiliating for him. And frankly, he needs a good dose of humiliation to bring him down of his high horse," said Jill.

They talked for an hour. At the end of the word fest, Millie was pretty much converted. She was going to consider getting a kennel for her man. The thought was both scary and delicious.

******

She waited in the car for some little time for him to come out. She watched the gate and kept checking her watch expecting him any minute. Finally she saw him. She got out, and ran to him.

"Oh, honey, it is so good to have you back," she said. She wrapped herself around him. He hugged her close and kissed her so hard she thought he might have bruised lips.

"Not nearly as much as I am glad to be back," he said. They got in the car and she drove.

"How do you feel," she said looking at him.

"Like I can breathe," he said, "like I can breathe!"

An hour down the road he asked her to stop at the roadside diner; it was the one Jill and she favored each time they had made the trip. He wanted a real hamburger and fries: prison fare wasn't much, and he'd been dreaming about real food most of the two years past.

Millie was glad for the break. She wanted to talk to him before they got home. The restaurant would be a good place to begin the conversation.

The food came and he was wolfing his down. For her part she was picking at hers. "I met with the parole guy yesterday," she said.

"Yeah, I heard that a lot of the wives did," he said.

"You got the conditions? I mean the written out ones," he said. "We were told some stuff, but it is you wives that have all of the rights and regs is what I heard."

"Yes. They're pretty strict, Jake. For the next year and a half, maybe two years, you cannot leave the house except to go to work and come home. Think you can handle that?"

"Are you kidding. For the past two years I have spent most of my non-working hours in a six-foot by eight-foot cell with another guy. This will be a piece of cake," he said.




Millie and Jake Ch. 02



"Maybe," she said.

"Maybe?"

"Well, when I go out, I mean with a man; and I will from time to time, you won't be able to come, and I can see you being pretty upset about that at some point. Maybe not right away, but down the line a bit. You see what I mean?"

"Well, yeah, I guess. But, I'll get the hang of it. I know I can do it. I came out of the joint in one piece, I guess I can do another twenty-four months with you holding the leash," he said.

"Jake, you know I love you, right?" she said.

"Sure, honey."

"You also know that you're my cuckold, right? I mean you have no say in my sex life anymore. I don't know how to say it any more gently than that."

He nodded. His demeanor was so humble that it gave her chills, the good kind.

"Now, I have to say this, dear, and you need to listen. From now on, I am the boss in our household. And, I mean forever, I mean if you want to stay with me. Not just for the next twenty-four months."

He knitted his brow paying attention to her.

"Over these past two years I have learned to fend for myself. I have taken a lover. I have even had liaisons apart from him. I haven't really said much about them to you, because they have been mostly one night stands and didn't really mean anything; but they have been fun for me, and frankly, I don't want to stop having them. Are you okay with all of this so far, my husband?"

"Huh?"

"I'm saying, Jake that I have let a number of men fuck me, and I liked it and I intend to keep doing it. Every once in a while you'll get to fuck me too, but it won't be like before where the main thing was you getting off. It'll be the diametrical opposite from now on, Jake. It's the way it has to be. Can you deal with that?"

He hesitated, not knowing how to answer, but finally he said, "Yes ma'am."

"Okay, so far so good. Jake, I want you to be a good husband to me. There will be no divorce or anything like that, but the faithful part will be mostly you being faithful to me, not me being faithful to you; I mean in terms of sex. From time to time I may bring a man home. I may require you to serve us. You know, like a good little cuckold husband. Can you deal with that too, dear? I've done the research; and you need to realize that I will be controlling your sex life as well as my own."

"I don't understand," he said.

"Well for this relationship to work you need to be horny most of the time, so I will let you cum a couple of times a month, even fuck me sometimes, but that will be about it," she said. 

"But, Mil—"

"There will be no buts, dear. It's the way it's going to be. There will be other things too, but a little at a time for now," she said

He was confused, but he wasn't confused about one thing: he was now completely under the thumb of his hot wife, one he was not sure he even knew. She sure wasn't the wife he remembered from two years before, not close. But, there was something else; he was for no good reason at all, totally and inexplicably excited!

******

Continued...



Millie and Jake Ch. 03



For the first few days after his arrival home, Jake was not a problem: he slept. He slept ten hours a day. The rest of the time, the time he didn't spend in the sack; he ate, watched cable TV—that Millie had just gotten hooked up the week before; and at night, before he slept, he fucked his wife into insensibility for a good hour. Well, a man who had had virtually no real sex for two years is more than likely to have a monster libido.

Millie had felt sorry for her husband, so for the first week, she had explained to Jill, she was going to pamper him. Not spoil him, she'd lower the boom after that amount of time, but until the week was up, she was going to sate his appetites and cater to his needs. The week was going to be up tomorrow.

The bistro was called The Horn. Passersby had no problem with the name of the place: the neon sign that topped the entrance featured a medieval page blowing; you guessed it, a horn. But the regulars knew that the name represented something else entirely: an essential part of the male anatomy. 

The name of the place or the implications that might be drawn from various wild inferences related to the name of the place, were not the reasons that it had become the hangout for Millie and Jill and their entourage. The reason was the food, the drink, and the service. It was good and the place sported a certain quiet ambiance that suited them. Well, it was quiet except for Friday and Saturday nights: those were the pickup nights, and the origin for the more colorful definition of the place's name. 

"So tomorrow you sit him down," said Jill.

"Yes," said Millie. "It's time. I think he understands his position and his limits. I do love him. I will always love him. But, I am not going to live my life in his shadow, nor any man's. So if he wants to remain married to me, and I know he does, it's going to be by my rules. Rules I might add that are carbon copies of yours, Jill."

"Go girl," said Jill. "Sock it to him." She laughed out loud. 

Millie looked horrified. "Jill!"

"Oh girl, I am only joshin' yuh," she said. "Jake is one lucky cat to have you. I know a lot of women who would have fucked him over good for less than what he did to you. But, you stood by him, protected him, defended him. Now, your relationship will move to a new level, and I am betting that he will never spend another night in the can or steal another car or do anything worse than burn the casserole."

"Damn straight," said Millie. "Say, where the heck are Sam and Andy? They were 'sposed to be here an hour ago."

"To your right coming in the door," said Jill.

"Where the heck have you guys been?" said Millie. 

"Peeved are we," said Sam. "Well, I've been deprived of the company of the woman I most care for all week, so I'm a little peeved too. She'd said something about a husband or something, I'm not sure." Sam laughed and looked directly at Millie when he did it.

"Careful, big boy, I might have to punish you." She smiled when she said that, but he knew she was more than capable of delivering a stinging switch to the bottom if provoked. It was one of her kinkier fetishes these days; something she had picked up from Jill. He was certain her friend, the wicked witch of the west, was the one who had sicced her on him.

"Don't whine, Sam," said Jill. "You know that Millie had to spend time with her man. Hang loose and behave; you'll get yours."

"We still on for tomorrow night, Mil," said Sam ignoring Jill.

"Is anybody gonna order a drink around here. I need a drink," said Andy.

"Yes, Sam we're on. Pick me up at 8:00."

"Got it," he responded.

******

Jake was pacing back and forth. His wife had gone out and left him for the first time. He couldn't complain; she'd been great to him all week. It had been just like he'd dreamed for two full years. If he died tomorrow, he thought to himself, he'd be content. But all of that begged the point that she wasn't with him now. 

He also knew that tomorrow was discussion day. Discussion day was a euphemism for having the law laid down for him. Laws he'd have to obey. Millie was a changed woman; she was not to be trifled with. 

She sure was exciting too in her new persona. He had to admit that he liked the new her.

Except for the sex, life in the house was becoming a bore. It was a whole lot better than the joint, but it was still boring. He had to figure out something to keep him engaged when he wasn't on the job. Well, at least he'd' already gotten a job, but he didn't start till Monday, this was Friday. He was going to be a mechanic.

******

The four of them were talking animatedly: the first round of drinks was history. 

"How's Danny taking it, you know adjusting?" said Millie.

"Good. About like Jake I suppose," said Jill. "He isn't going to like me going out all of the time like we do, but he knows that he has no say. I have come home and found him masturbating in the bedroom twice now, and he's only been out a week. How strange is that? I mean he has me, the best pussy he'll ever get to push his cock into, and he's masturbating! I tell yuh, Millie, if I wasn't such a nice person, I'd kick his black ass out in a New York minute! And I ain't shittin' yuh. But, being the military genius that I absolutely am, I had an idea."

"Do tell," said Millie. "This I gotta hear."

"Well..."

******

Millie arrived home at about 2:00AM. Jake met her at the door. He had the expectant look of a puppy whose owner was finally home to supply the affection that was naturally its due.

"Hi Honey," said Jake. "Did you have fun with your friends?"

"Yes, thank you Jake," she said. "Have you done anything today? Are you okay?"

"No, not much, but yes, I'm fine," he said. "I know what you were saying about it getting boring. It is, at least when you're not here."

She smiled at him. "I think we are going to have to sit down tomorrow," she said, "and straighten you out a little bit. It's getting to be time."

"I know. I'm not going to like it much am I?" he said.

"Hmm, maybe," she said. "In the long run it's for your own good and for your own happiness if it comes to that," she said.

"Oh, well good," he said, a tad of sarcasm seeping into his voice.

She arched an eyebrow in his direction. "Be nice. I love you, but I am the boss. We've talked about this, remember, in the prison just a couple of weeks ago."

He nodded. "I know. It just takes a bit of getting used to, I mean my wife being my warden," he said. 

"Are you going to be here tonight?" he said.

"No, I have to work. "And, don't forget, you are starting work at the shop next Monday. Jimmy needs a good mechanic, and if you know anything it's cars," she said.

"Yeah, I guess. I wish I were more into the work thing. I think that's going to be boring too. Boring's not good for me," he said.

"Well, I am going to do a couple of things to get rid of most of the 'boring' in your life beginning tomorrow," she said.

"Why does that scare me," he laughed.

"Hmm, don't know, but I mean what I say," she said.

The sex that night was limited to him eating her out. He loved doing it, his good luck; but he'd like to have been able to fuck her too. But she was too tired having worked the three to midnight shift at the market.

They slept hard. It was good Jake got another good night's sleep; there were gonna be a lot of sleepless nights in his future.

******

He came down for breakfast. He could smell the French toast, his favorite, from the bathroom in the back of the house.

"Mornin'," said Jake, plopping down in his usual chair at the kitchen table.

"Good morning to you, mister," said Millie. She shoveled two slices of the fried delicacy onto a plate and delivered it in front of him at the table. While he spread the butter and poured the syrup, she went to the coffee maker and poured him his daily ration of java.

"Thanks a million, dear wife, I was hungry," he said as he raised the piping cup to his lips for that most wonderful first taste of morning coffee. "Ahh."

She watched him relish his breakfast. "I'll be home by 5:30 today," she said. "We'll talk then, okay?"

He looked up at her, slowed his chewing and nodded. He well knew it was going to be weird. He was at odds with himself in trying to decide whether he was more concerned or more excited about the talk that they would have.

Although Millie did not know it, or even at this point really even suspect it; he was glad she was taking the reins in the family; he was glad she was his warden; he was determined to obey her in all respects. That she might overdo it was his only concern. That she might at some point leave him, even though she had assured him she never would, was his most gut wrenching fear. He'd rather spend the rest of his life in prison than never be able to see her again; nothing could hurt so much as that. 

They talked about everything as they ate. "I love you," she said finally, as she got up to finish dressing and leave for work. She was scheduled 8:00 to 5:00.

******

The day passed slowly for Jake. Finally, he heard the car pull into the driveway. He glanced up at the clock on the kitchen wall; she was home.

She came in and heaved a giant sigh. "Long day," she said aloud to her husband as she settled into a chair at the table and waved hello to him. He was leaning against the counter ten feet away.

She was still in her work clothes. Jake looked at her and wondered how many times she was hit on during a given day; had to be a lot, he thought. 

"Can I get you something." said Jake. 

"Well, it's five o'clock somewhere, as the song says. Oh, it's five o'clock here! How Jolly is that. I could use a glass of wine if you wouldn't mind."

"Mind? Like there's some chance of that," he said smirking. He went to the crystal decanter and poured her a glass of her favorite dago-red. 

"Get yourself something if you like, Jake, please. Then, come sit here with me," she said.

He considered it. He opened the fridge and caught a bottle of Lite and sat down across from her.

"Before I start, Jake, is there anything you'd like to say, tell me. Is anything bothering you, you know, that I should know about?"

"I guess—I'd just like to say that I love you. And—"

"And?"

"And, I just don't want you to leave me. No matter what. I'll do anything you say; I just couldn't stand not having you with me, as my wife," he said.

She smiled indulgently at him. "I suppose my going out at night with other men might cause you to fear that that might happen," she said. "Nevertheless, it is the one thing you do not have to fear. I hope that soon you will be able to rid yourself of that particular concern; it has no basis."

He breathed easier.

"Anything else," she said.

He looked as though he were twisting and turning inside. There was something and he was afraid to express it.

"Jake?"

"There is one thing. It's crazy. But It has bothered me for a long time," he said.

She looked quizzically at him; this didn't sound good. "And that is?"

"You remember the second time we used the trailer, back at the prison, you remember?"

"Yes. I thought what we did was pretty good," she said. "It was for me. But—not you?"

"No-no, the sex was great. With you it's always fantastic," he said. "It's one of the reasons that I know that I could just not live without you."

"Jake!" She was growing impatient with him.

"Well, I noticed when we undressed that you weren't wearing your wedding ring. I haven't been able to get that out of my head. At the time it saddened me, actually terrified me. I was afraid I was losing you."

She sagged back into her chair. Her arms dropped straight down to her sides in a demonstration of surprise and exasperation. "My gawd!" she said. "Jake, and this is the truth, I wasn't wearing it that day because I had taken it to the jewelers to be cleaned and polished. It had nothing to do with another man or leaving you or anything," she said. "My gawd! That was so long ago! For you to not have said anything— 

"Listen to me, dear. If anything like that ever bothers you again, I demand that you tell me. And, I demand that you tell me immediately. Got it?"

She could see he had unburdened himself. His relief was palpable.

"Got it," he said.

"Okay, is that all then? Last chance," she said.

"Yes, I guess that's it," he said.

"Good. Then stand up," she said.

"Huh?"

"Stand up, dear. Don't make me say it again."

He did as she said, but his knitted brow made it clear he was confused.

"Now, take off your pants," she said.

"Huh?"

"Jake, from now on if I say something please listen and do whatever is indicated. Can you possibly deal with that?" Her tone was one of yet more exasperation.

"Yes, ma'am," he said. He quickly unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants stepping out of them as he did so.

"Your underpants too," she said.

This time he didn't hesitate. Her tone made it clear she was not in a "repeating her instructions" mood. He pushed his underpants down and off and stood naked from the waist down in front of her, vulnerable and erect: that is his penis was erect.

"Good. I see you're excited. That is also good. You are indeed my horny little cuckold," she giggled. "Now sit down for a little bit."

He resumed his seat.

"We've talked some before," she said, "but now we are going to fill in the gaps and the details. You may ask questions this afternoon. But, after this there will be none of that; there will only be your obedience. Is that clear enough for you?"

He nodded his assent. He was worried and excited and confused and very afraid to say anything that might set her off.

She noticed his concern. "Don't worry, Jake. In the long run you will love our new arrangement. I've done the research and there is a ton of it out there. I know you, and you are at heart not the macho butthead that got himself convicted and sent to prison. In actuality you're my pussyhwipped little fellow who loves his hot wife even more than he loves sex or himself or cars or any of it. Well, I love you too. I also have learned to love cock. I love knowing you are squirming and wiggling and worrying and hoping that I will share some of what I love with you. Well, stop worrying; I will share with you," she said. "The one monster requirement is that you obey me in all things henceforth. Any questions so far?"

"No ma'am."

"Okay. This evening you are going to begin learning to deal with denial."

"Denial?"

"Yes. You are not going to be able to put your cock into my pussy again for a while."

"But, honey—I need—I mean will I..."

"Will you ever get to? Certainly. But, only when I say so."

She could see he was paralyzed with disappointment. "You need to trust me, Jake. I know it won't be easy at first, but you will soon learn to know your place and adjust to your initial frustrations," she said.

"Geezsus!"

She smiled knowingly at him. Knowingly, because she knew him. He needed this; he was just afraid of it.

"Let's talk a little about your status as a parolee, on parole to me."

"Yes, will I be able to get out of the house once in a while? I mean before my sentence is up?" He was already begging.

"No, Jake. I am not letting you get your ass thrown back into prison, and you would be; they would find out and it would be all over for you. By that I mean, you will be back in the slam for the full ten years of your sentence, and I would divorce you forthwith. I will not waste my time visiting a two-time loser; it ain't happenin'. And, I will never again be put in a position to have to visit my husband who is in prison. You better be getting this. More than one hundred feet from the edge of this property and I will turn you in myself. Your risk taking days are over, Jake. Am I understood?"

"Okay. I understand, and you're right," he said. "I'll be good."

"You absolutely will be good or else. I am going to take stern measures, Jake, to make sure of it. You will obey me. You will obey me no matter how unpalatable or humiliating or frustrating it may be for you. Trust me; I mean it," she said.

"Yes, ma'am, I won't disappoint you. I promise," he said. "I've behaved like shit; I know that. I know I threw a monkey wrench into our lives by getting myself sent up. I will do whatever you say no matter what. Just love me, girl, it's all I need."

"Good, Jake. You have my love. Now, I have a little surprise for you, a present actually."

He brightened. She giggled the giggle of a haughty princess.

She reached behind her. She picked one of two, small, innocuously wrapped packages that were sitting on the miniature credenza. He hadn't noticed the packages before; his attention had been focused on her alone.

"Go ahead; open it," she said.

He did. He took out the contents and his face fell. His mouth hung open in shock. "But..."

"Yes dear, it's for you. You will be wearing it twenty-four-seven. Every once in a while I will let you out, and you will be able to cum even maybe fuck me. But, that will be when it suits me, and you will not under any circumstance even so much as attempt to take it off. The punishment for that will be very, very severe."

He was doing his best to swallow, but his throat was too dry. "Honey, please; I beg of you, please."

"No, Jake, you are condemned to wear this little cock cage most of the time possibly for the rest of your life. Get used to it. I know it doesn't seem like it now; but in the long run you'll be glad. You must trust me. I know what's best for you; I really do," she said.

"Now, Jake, go get me a tray of ice cubes and a small dish towel," she said.

He moved like one in a trance. He emptied the cubes into a small bowl and brought them to her with one of the dish towels that was hanging by the refrigerator.

"Stand in front of me, Jake." He did so and his pole almost touched her neck, but there would be no relief for him this day. He was beginning his life of servitude as a married and willing cuckold husband.

Placing the cubes on the towel, she held the package of ice and cloth under his penis and ball sac and wrapped it securely around both. Jake winced in surprise and discomfort. "Geezsus, that's cold!" he said.

"Of course dear, ice is cold. But, it will make your penis shrink enough to get your cock into your cage," she said.

He started to cry. Jake was learning, but he was also having a very difficult time controlling his emotions. His cock shrank rapidly with the ice cubes doing what they were called upon to do.

"Good," said Millie, "That should do it." She slipped the tight fitting nylon sleeve over his shrunken cock and encircled his balls with the attached strong nylon mini-strap which was secured to the sleeve with a tiny platinum padlock. She held his imprisoned cock and balls in her hand and inspected them. "That should do it," she said. "No more erections for a while. Should keep you good and horny on a permanent basis.

"Does it hurt or pinch or anything?" she asked, not wanting him to suffer needlessly.

"No ma'am," he said. "It's a bit uncomfortable, but it doesn't hurt, I guess." He was doing his best to hold back the sobs.

"Kneel down, Jake." He did as she said. She wrapped her arms around him and comforted him. She cuddled him and spoke to him as she would a baby or the love of her life. It occurred to her in the doing that her Jake was a bit of both.

"We have one more gift for you my little cuckold." She reached around once more to the credenza. Picking up the other package, she gave it to him. He began to open it.

He looked at the contents and was about to say something, but didn't. The panties were each a different pastel color: pink, yellow, lavender, and green. "I have to wear these don't I," he said.

"Yes, dear, you do. Choose a pair now and put them on. You will only be wearing panties from now on. Your male underwear are history."




Millie and Jake Ch. 03



"You said I could ask questions today?" he said.

"Yes."

"Why the girlish underwear?"

"I have dealt our entire married life with your macho male ideas and silliness. You are going to be trained to go in the exact opposite direction. You will be getting in touch with your softer, more female, side. All men have them you know, but in most cases they are repressed. We're going to be letting yours the hell out. It's that simple," she said.

Just as he pulled on his panties, the phone rang.

"Jill!...Yes...okay...how soon?...okay see you in a little bit then." She hung up

"Jake, I will be going out tonight. This week, I have either stayed home with you or gone to work. But, tonight I have a date. Another man is going to fuck me. I want you to think about that, and be glad that I am happy and fulfilled; it's your lot in life from now on. Okay?"

He swallowed. He knew he'd be climbing the walls by the time she returned. "Yes," he whispered.

She gently tilted his chin up, so she could see his eyes. "You gonna be okay?" She was genuinely concerned.

"I—don't—I—know—don't know," he sobbed.

"It's all right, baby, be my big boy now and try and be good. Okay?" She continued to comfort him.

His life as his wife's slave, her cuckold slave, had commenced. Strangely, he felt his cock begin to pulse inside of its nylon prison. 

******

Millie and Jill's date night was going to be special. Their husbands were out of prison, and out on the same day. They'd been home a week, the girls' fellas, or perhaps a better term their felons, had been pampered and now they would experience the other side of paradise: frustration and humiliation on a significantly grand scale.

The wives had done their best to reinitiate their boys back into normal home life. But, that home life had an invisible fence around it. The distance to the invisible fence measured 100 feet from the edge of their respective properties in any given direction. Cross over the invisible fence and go to jail, do not pass go, do not collect $200. Of course the fence only penned in the boys; the girls had no such restriction, and tonight would be the first test of their husbands' willingness to accept that they really and actually were condemned to life sentences as their wives' cuckold slaves.

Millie waved to Jill as she saw her drive up. Turning, she gave a somewhat forlorn Jake a peck on the cheek. "Love you, honey. Behave yourself and don't wait up. I may be home pretty late," She said.

"Millie—"

"Yes, Jake?"

"Never mind—uh—have a good time," he said.

"Thank you, Jake." She turned to leave, but turned back to him once more. She laid her hand gently on his arm. "Jake, you have to get used to it, Honey. It's the way it's going to be."

She turned to leave and was down the steps and gone before he could respond.

"He was about to cry wasn't he," said Jill as they pulled away from the curb.

"Yes, I think so," she said. "But, he'll get over it at some point. He has to."

Jill smiled the smile of a woman dying to be told she was right. But, she settled with telling Millie about her Daniel. "Daniel reacted about the same," she said. "The only difference was, he did cry. I had to hold him and comfort him for ten minutes. He finally settled down. We'll have to think of something we can do for the boys. You know, kinda reassure them, do something nice for them."

"Jake did cry. You should have seen him. He sobbed like a baby needing his momma. Maybe we should just spank them," said Millie. "They are just little boys with large bodies after all."

Jill laughed. "Now, you're beginning to sound like me," she said.

Millie looked askance at her. "Whatever. Let's go get ourselves good and fucked."

"I'm game," said Jill.

Sam was already seated at the bar when the girls arrived, but Andy was inexplicably late. Jill was not pleased.

"There he is," said Sam. Andy came with long strides to their table. He was obviously trying to make up for his tardiness.

"Nice of you to show up," said Jill.

"Sorry, I know it sounds lame but I had a flat tire, and I didn't have a spare. I had to walk a mile and half to an auto shop which finally fixed me up. Anyway, that's what held me up," he said.

"Well, okay," said Jill, "I guess I can forgive you then."

Andy breathed a sigh of relief. "So what's on the agenda?" he said.

"Well, we dance a little, eat and drink a little, neck a little: the usual," said Millie. 

"Well okay then," said Sam. "Millie dear, would you like to dance?" 

"I'd love to" she said, rising with an exaggerated flourish.

The music was slow for the moment. "Missed you this week," said Sam.

"I know. But what is it they say about absence making the heart grow fonder," she teased. 

"I was already fond as hell," he said. "I didn't need any damn absence."

"No, but Jake needed me. You know my situation, Sam. It hasn't changed. Okay?"

"Okay," he said. "But, I do love you, and I would treat you right; you know that."

"Sam!"

"Okay-okay. I'm sorry. It's just—I missed you is all."

"It was only a week, dear heart. Besides, you get to fuck me tonight; that should make up for your little bit of pain," she said laughing.

Jill had seen Millie laughing and dragged Andy out on the floor too. Soon they were all laughing and carrying on just like teenagers at a high school dance party.

The evening wore on, and Jill and Andy decided to breakout first. "Guys," she said, indicating Millie and Sam, "We're cutting out. Millie, see yuh tomorrow," she said.

"Right," said Millie, "we won't be far behind you. We'll just finish our drinks and then we're outta here too." She looked at Sam for confirmation; he nodded.

"Okay we're gone," said Jill. They turned and they left.

Millie turned to face Sam who was sitting close to her with his hand on her thigh. 

"You have the best legs in the place," he said.

"Thanks," she said. "They get me around.

"Sam, I have a favor to ask of you." She hesitated. "Never mind, I will tell you later," she said.

He downed his drink and she followed suit. Sam dropped a ten on the table and they left.

They drove at modest speed to his apartment. "How do you feel?" said Sam.

"How do you mean," said Millie.

"Well, before your husband was in prison 150 miles away. Now, he's home, and you're going to see him in a few hours. He knows you will be fucking me tonight, right?"

"Yes, he knows," said Millie.

"Is he really okay with being cuckolded? I guess I'm just nervous," said Sam.

"He's fine, Sam. I think he actually gets off knowing I'm gonna be bringing home a deposit from you. It's crazy, but I think he does."

"I sure hope you're right. I don't want to have a confrontation with him."

"You won't. He can't leave the premises of the house, or he will be sent back to prison. He doesn't want to have that happen to him. He'll behave."

"Okay then, let's get to my place and fuck!" he stepped on it. They got to the apartment in less than ten minutes.

He held her hand in his as he guided her up the stairs for the umteenth time. Inside the apartment Millie tossed her wrap onto the love seat and sprawled lazily on the couch as her lover went to get them the ubiquitous wine glasses and their favorite brand of red wine.

"Nice," said Millie. "You know, I don't think I ever told you, but your apartment is very nice. It's cozy. Not too big. Not pretentious, just nice. I like it," she said.

"You can move in any time you want," he said only half joking.

"Sam, we've talked about that. You're a wonderful fuck buddy, but I do love my husband. Let's just keep things on an even keel, okay? I really don't want to keep telling you."

"You know, tit for tat, there something that I've never said to you either," he said.

"Oh?"

"I know that sex for us is good, but, why me? I mean I'm not sure I dare ask or really want to know. But, a woman like you? You're young, attractive, fabulous in bed. Why a guy twenty years older than you?"

"Twenty-three years older, dear."

"Don't rub it in," he laughed.

"Hmm? How to answer? Okay. Two years ago, Jake encouraged me to look for sexual release on the outside, since for practical purposes we, he and I, couldn't have any kind of a sex life ourselves.

"I decided not to look, but then you came along and hit on me."

Sam pointed to himself and smiled broadly, "Moi?" 

"Yes, you. Frankly, I thought you'd be too old to ever be a real challenge to Jake, but you were a man; and well, I needed to get laid."

"So, I was safe."

"Yes, sort of. But later, you were behaving yourself so well that I began to like you then love you. Plus, there is the fact that you could fuck me for half an hour before squirting your seed inside of me; that of course, meant that I could cum almost every time you fucked me. Jake will probably never be your equal in that respect. He just doesn't have the staying power. He turns me on, and maybe once in a dozen times I come while he is fucking me, always after much extended foreplay. I make him pay though; he brings me off orally every time; if he didn't, I'd have kicked his ass out a long time ago.

"Physically, you are about the same size as Jake, I mean your cock, and well, you satisfy me. That's the long and the short of it," she said, and laughed at her own absurd double entendre.

"Well, I had to ask." While she had been speaking he had sat beside her on the couch. He put his glass of wine down and wrapped his arms around her. The dimmed lights of the front room lent a romantic glow to the atmosphere. He kissed her gently lovingly. Gawd! how he wanted this woman for his own. But, a piece of her was better than nothing; he'd bide his time.

She felt his hand slide up her arm and come level with her breast. He felt her through the material of her cotton dress and pulled her to him to kiss her more passionately than he had before. She slipped her tongue between his lips and he felt faint from the eroticism of it. He sucked on her tongue for a moment and pushed her gently back and began unbuttoning her blouse. He slipped it off of her shoulders.

She placed her hand on the front of his pants and massaged his cloistered penis. Deftly, she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and slid the zipper down. She spread the top of his pants open exposing his white, cotton briefs. She resumed massaging his cock through the fabric of his underwear.

She could smell the acidic smell of their oral juices as their saliva spread over their lips and noses and ears and necks and it ignited her passion, passion that was never far from the surface in any event, not since Sam had been doing her, not for the past two years.

He unhooked the catch on the front of her bra and her B-cup breasts with their smallish aureoles spilled out. For a moment he just looked at them. He never tired of the sight of her naked breasts; for him, they were the spice of life. Without touching them with either hand, he leaned in and suckled at each erect nipple in turn; he repeated the process several times. 

Millie was sopping wet between her legs. Her breasts were the keys to her vagina. She began to pant. "Stand up," she commanded him. He obeyed her.

She pulled his pants down and then his underpants. She reached up and unbuttoned his shirt and let him shuck it off and toss it to the side. Sam was naked. Millie was on her knees and she was holding his six-inch tool in her small hands. Pre-cum was oozing from the tiny opening in the tip of the glans; she licked it off.

She slid the cock between her lips as far as she could without gagging. Sam and Jake both had about six-inch cocks, but Sam's was unseemly thick. She could never get more than three inches inside of her mouth to suck. But she was sucking what she could get in for all she was worth. She was hot and she was ready and she was going to push his buttons and his limits tonight. She felt him begin to buck after about three or four minutes of her efforts. He unloaded inside of her mouth and she swallowed every drop except for a little bit that managed to dribble out of her mouth and down her chin. She wiped the white goo off of her chin and licked her fingers clean of it.

He led her into the bedroom. He finished undressing her and stood kissing her for some moments. She tasted so female. The scent of her juices and her incipient sweat filled the air around him. He licked her neck and face and slipped to his knees and lapped at her pussy until his face was awash in her wetness. He turned her around.

He kissed both of her butt cheeks and then spread them apart to gaze at her most secret place. He kissed her anus and licked it, and knew, that if there were a heaven, and if there were deities, that they would be female, and this is the way such goddesses would require their creatures to worship them! He did worship this woman; he adored her. He adored her because she deserved to be adored. Her husband Jake might be in the throes of becoming her cuckold slave, but he would too were this woman to require such of him.

He guided her to the bed and laid her down. He watched as she very slowly spread her legs wide for him: the ultimate act of surrender of a woman to the man she favored. Later Millie would assert her female-hood and again enforce the rules; but as she lay open to him now, she was the submissive one waiting patiently for her lover to do her.

He lowered herself between her legs and lay on top of her. Her breasts crushed against his chest; her breathing labored by the weight of him. He kissed her yet again. He eased up from her slightly, and she caught her breath. He positioned his cock for the assault that he would soon make upon her pussy.

He poked for a moment finding the crease that gave him access to his goddess. He slipped in. He held himself aloof for a moment. "Are you okay," he said.

"Geezsus, Sam, for gawd's sake fuck me!"

He pushed into her and began drilling her with everything he had. He fell into a pattern of screwing and pausing and screwing and pausing, bringing her to near completion and then letting her retreat. Finally, after a long time, he began speeding up again. His cock punished her pussy, bruising her. His cruelty only whetted her passion. She began screaming and jerking in a wild and savage act of mating. She bucked wildly arching her back high as she felt the waves of orgasm wrenching her body spastically even as her juices squirted out of her pussy and mixed with those of the man who was destroying her.

They lay sweaty and exhausted. He rolled off of her and spooned her, holding her tight while his fingers abused her nipples.

"Thank you Sam, It was the best ever."

"For me too you beautiful woman," he said.

They fell asleep and dreamed the dreams of the contented. Sam awoke first; it was 2:00 in the morning. He made her some hot chocolate in the kitchen and brought it to her as she stirred to consciousness.

"You wanna stay here tonight; it's pretty late," he said.

She smiled indulgently at him. "No, Sam, I have to get home. My hubby is probably going half nuts. I know for damn sure he's not sleeping. He is not used to this yet. He will be, but not yet."

"I know," he said. "I was just being polite."

She laid her hand on his arm as he sat beside her on the bed. "That's why I love you," she said.

******

Jake heard her car pull into the driveway. He hadn't slept a wink. He met her at the door, opening it for her and giving her a kiss on the lips as she entered.

"Have a good time?" he said. He realized how incongruous his words were, but it was all he could think to say.

She smiled at him. "Yes, it was fine," she said. "Did you rest at all?"

He wanted to say he had, but he knew she knew he hadn't. "No. I know I should have, but I couldn't," he said. 

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm horny as hell though," he said.

"Even though it's late, I have a present for you, my little cuck," she said.

"Take of those under things you're wearing and follow me into the bedroom," she said. "You're going to learn all about cream pies tonight." And he did.

******

It was Sunday morning and it was gray outside. The phone buzzed and Jake answered it. "Yeah...Jill,...I'll get her."

"Hi Jill...yeah I was gonna call you...yes, in an hour I wanna eat first...Good." She hung up.

An hour later the two women were walking in the park near Jill's apartment.

"How, did your date go with Andy," said Millie.

"You first," laughed Jill.

"Good. In fact very good," said Millie.

"No, I don't mean, 'how well did the fucking go?' I meant how well did your loving husband take it?"

"Oh. Not too bad. He—"

"He what? Tell me?"

"He got his first cream pie last night. And, he gobbled it up. I have never seen that man so hot. Not even when we were in high school. Afterwards he spent half an hour sucking at my ass and toes and that was at four o'clock in the fucking morning! It was heavenly, actually. I really believe that boy of mine is getting into his role as a cuck," said Millie.

"I told you that the cage would do the trick. He is going to be horny one hundred percent of the time. I guarantee it! You just need to make sure that he is emotionally okay," said Jill.

"I think you're right. 

"Now, what about Daniel?" said Millie.

"He cried when I got home at around 1:00AM. He is such a woosie. He claimed that his cage was bothering him, so I spanked him."

Millie eyed her friend. "Wow!"

"Yes. Funny thing too, after his spanking he kissed my feet and thanked me. I think he will come along and learn his place too. I'm just a little afraid of him ever seeing Andy."

"Why?" said Millie.

"Well, I mentioned somewhere in our conversations that I had had a nice evening. His face darkened and he walked out, said he had to go to the bathroom. He's too big a guy for Andy to mess with. He didn't say anything bad, but the look. I don't know—"

"Sam has mentioned being concerned about Jake too. Stuff along the same lines you're telling me," said Millie.

"I guess we'll have to be careful to train them well," said Jill. 

"Yeah, I think so said Millie.

******

Continued...



Millie and Jake Ch. 04



Monday morning Jake was up early; it was his first day of work. He had to keep the job; it was one of the requirements of his parole, so he couldn't afford to be late. Even if it had not been a requirement, he was under orders from Millie to keep it and to do a good job, so he would. He was getting used to following orders, and she was getting used to giving them.

Jimmy Dawson was the owner operator of the auto shop that employed Jake. A competent but tired gentleman at sixty, he'd seen his best years and was looking forward to retiring at some point in the not too distant future. He had been looking for someone with the skills to fix the damn cars and not steal him blind while in the process. He'd gone through a half dozen so-so mechanics who were much better at larceny than at setting engine timings. He was taking a chance by hiring a con.

Jake had gotten the job, as a result of Jill Reynolds' lover Andy Rush. Jim Dawson knew Andy when the latter was a high school kid who used to hang around his shop. 

Jimmy fixed the Rushes' cars and later Andy's car in particular. Andy had been short, and weird, and a nerd who had but one friend in the world: Ray Seward. 

Raymond Seward was a guy who had no friends either, other than Andy, and nothing to recommend him while in high school. Tall, gangly, and totally shy, Ray Seward, however, though later, acquired a special talent: he could make money as though by magic.

With the advent of the computer revolution, Ray became a day trader. Raymond, with Andy and his computer close at hand, became a millionaire by the time he was twenty-six, ditto Andy. He was now that many times over as was Andy. The two of them had put some money into Jimmy's shop at a time when money was short and Jimmy had nearly lost the business. For their largesse they were accorded special treatment when their cars were sick. 

When Jake and Daniel were paroled, Jill prevailed upon Andy to help get Jake the job.

Jake had arrived on time, a good sign, Jimmy would quip later. And, the twenty-seven year old newbie seemed to understand what he was talking about when he gave him things to attend to, also a good sign. Now, if the new hire could only keep his hand out of the till, and refrain from doing jobs on the side that robbed Jimmy of business and customers; things would be looking up. 

At noon, Millie, who had the day off, showed up with lunch for her hubby. He'd gone off without any. Since he was not allowed to go anywhere but to the shop and home; he had no way to get food without bringing his own: he'd forgotten to pack it and was starving when Millie arrived.

"Thank gawd!" he said

"Belly growling is it, mister," said Millie laughing at his evident gastric distress.

He ate and they talked. Jimmy was introduced to the comely wife of his employee. 

"Okay, honey buns," she said, "you be home on time. I will be going out tonight, and I'll want to talk to you first. Okay?"

Jake looked up when she said this, but only nodded.

"Okay then, see you fiveish," said Millie and she was gone.

******

"So, tomorrow's the night," said Jill.

"Yes, I feel funny. I am so close to the two of them that I think it has to happen. I mean them meeting each other," said Millie.

"How do you think Jake will react," said Jill.

"He'll be nervous. I will be too. He'll have a hard time liking Sam, but it will be a beginning. They can't remain essentially tacit mysteries to each other forever. No, it's time. They'll meet. Then, Sam and I will do our thing."

"You mean fuck," said Jill.

"That too. That'll work. Right?"

"Why are you asking me? I think it may be too soon, but you know your man better than I. Sam of course won't be a problem: he's banging you, but Jake? I'm not sure, I just don't know," said Jill. "You've got bigger balls than I've got."

"I think I might be the most nervous one of the tree of us, big balls or not," said Millie.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Andy asked me to tell you. Raymond has asked about you. He wants to see you again if you're game. Whaddya think?"

Millie looked at her friend with a trace of surprise. "Really? He hasn't called or anything since that first date. I mean it was good, but you'd have thought that he would have called by now. Tell Andy to have him call me. I'll make up my mind between now and then.

"By the way," said Millie, "the package arrived today."

"You mean your new..."

"Yes, the kennel. It's still in the crate. Do you think that you could have that friend of yours that put yours together come over when I get ready to have mine put together? You know maybe while Jake's at the shop?" said Millie.

"Isaac, yes, sure bet," said Jill. "Where is yours now, not in the house?"

"No, the garage. Jake won't notice it until it's together and ready for him to occupy on those special occasions."

"Like when you bring Sam home for slam bang evening," said Jill, "with emphasis on the bang."

"Like that," said Millie. "I am not quite ready to trust him yet with me and Sam naked in the house and him there. I don't think that he'd do anything, but I have to be sure before I risk it. Jake would tear Sam a new asshole if he let himself get out of control," said Millie.

"Yeah, got the same problem with my man. He's seen his though. I have it in the garage all set up. That's where he'll be staying whenever I bring any of my lovers home," said Jill. "Well, at least until I am sure he can handle it. I really would like him to watch at some point, you know, me getting it, but it'll be a while. Gawd! won't that be hot, Andy or some other stud doing me and my husband trapped in the same room squirming and wiggling wishing it were him poking me! I swear, girl, I could almost get off thinking about it." 

"Me too," said Millie. "May I ask? How did Daniel react to seeing it, his kennel?"

"Not well, to tell the truth. We argued big time. He got the message though. He, both of our boys, are trapped. They are cons with limits on their movements. They have no sexual rights except those we allow. It's tough for them. Normally, I would have spanked his black ass for sassing me, but—"

"But, we have to allow for the occasional venting of their overloaded psyches: kinda let the steam out of the pressure cooker," said Millie, getting her drift. 

"Exactly," said Jill.

******

Jake was home by 5:15. Millie met him at the door.

"How was it?" said Millie.

"Good. It's a job. The old guy had me runnin' every which where, but it was good. Nothing I couldn't handle. I mean I do know cars. He does too, by the way; I'd say he's a genuine top mechanic."

"Well, that's good to hear. Jill will be glad to know it seems to be working out." 

"Yeah, I will make it a point to thank her when I see her," he said.

"Jake, I have something to tell you."

"Uh-oh, don't like the sound of that," he said.

"No, it's nothing bad. It's just, well, I need you to meet someone," she said.

"Who?" he said, while pulling a Lite out of the frig and popping the top.

"My lover, it's time you met," said Millie.

"Oh my, Millie, I don't know. Does he know about me? I mean all about me?"

"Huh?" said Millie.

"You know, my cock cage, my panties. Does he know all of that kind of stuff, my place here?"

"Oh. Yes, pretty much. But he knows better than to push your buttons. You don't have to worry about Sam. Besides, you are doing all of that stuff for me. It's for you and me, not him or anyone else," said Millie. "All of it is only to get you into a better, more law abiding mind set. I know I said it was a life sentence, and it may be, but you might get paroled out them some day. You never know, but don't be counting on it. Okay? And, Jake, you will always be a cuckold; it's your reality now." 

"Millie, I know I'm a cuckold. I know I have no power or say about my place in your life, but I really don't want to meet the guy. I mean I really don't. I might not be able to control myself," said Jake. 

"It's not up to you. You need to grow up and get with the program. Am I clear?"

"Yes," he hissed.

Millie felt unsure of his attitude, even a little queasy, but he had surrendered in the end, so she was more or less satisfied for the moment. It suddenly came to her that Isaac would have a job to do tomorrow: Jake would be unable to "lose" it if Isaac did his job right, and she knew he would.

"You will be rewarded if you're good," she said finally. She looked askance at him and he seemed to soften and give in. She was confident he had. To Millie, Jill's misgivings now seemed to have been overreaching.

I will be bringing him by tomorrow night. The way it's going to be will be humiliating for you, but that's part of your life now, big boy: sexual humiliation. I think it is going to be so hot!

Jake for the life of him could not restrain his cock from agreeing with his wife. She saw him straining and smirked. "Looks like 'Mr. Johnson' wants to agree with me," she said.

Jake was red faced and speechless.

******

Sam was scheduled to meet Millie for drinks at the Horn at 7:00. He was a bit early so he took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer. It came; he drank, and Millie arrived.

She tapped him on his shoulder to get his attention. "How are we doing?" she said, as he set his bottle down.

"Oh! Good," he said. "I got here a little early."

"Yes, I see, and you started the party without me," she said laughing.

"No-no," he said, "I—let me order something for you."

"Red wine," said Millie.

He ordered and they moved to a table away for the traffic in the bar.

"So, how was your day?" said Sam.

"Good. A regular work day. You know how that is. I had a little talk with Jake when I got home this afternoon," said Millie.

"Really? About what?" said Sam.

"About meeting you," she said.

He started to say something, but she held up her hand to stop him. "Let me finish. I know you're nervous about meeting my husband, but it has to happen at some point; I want that to be tomorrow night," said Millie. Her tone indicated that there really wasn't going to be any discussion of the matter; it was closed and a done deal for all intents and purposes.

"Millie, I will do whatever you say, but I don't know; I'm real nervous about this one." 

"Well, it's Jake that's got the reason to be nervous not you," said Millie, "so stop arguing with me. It's tomorrow night before we do our thing."

He nodded his reluctant surrender.

******

Sam got up early the next day. Both he and Millie would be off. He had no idea how he was going to deal with the meeting scheduled for that evening. He was upset and not afraid to say so. He'd never met the wimp-ass hubby, but he knew a lot about him. What was most on his mind in terms of his adversary—which is how he saw him—was the fact that he was married to the woman he wanted to marry. There was an eensy teensy problem however, the guy was twice his size, he was just out of prison, and he knew how to handle himself in a set-to. Well, at least he was the bull, not the wimp cuckold, he reminded himself.

Millie puttered around the house. Jake was at work, and she was waiting for Isaac to come and put the kennel together. She had originally thought that the garage, like Jill's, was where she would put it, but she had changed her mind. It would go in the den: the room was large enough. They'd once had an oversized parrot cage that actually hung from ceiling hooks. The parrots had died because neither she nor Jake had a clue about raising exotic birds, but the hook was still there and it might be strong enough to hold the cage and it's intended contents—Isaac would know.

Isaac arrived at 10:00 as arranged.

"Hi," said Millie, "you must be Isaac."

"Yes. Hear you gotta bird cage to hang. A big one."

"Yes, but it is still in the crate. Same as Jill's," said Millie.

Having given him an outline of what she needed, Millie got out of the man's way and let him get to it. Periodically she brought him iced tea, sandwiches, and once her carry phone when he'd gotten call from another customer.

Because of its size, 4'X4'X3', it had to be assembled in the den. 

"So, can it be hung from up there?" said Millie when the time came for the placement of the cage.

"Yeah, I checked. Whoever put that hook up there did a good job. The hook is part of a flat piece of steel two-foot square on the topside of your six-inch thick concrete ceiling, and the ceiling is also reinforced. And, since, like I say, the concrete is steel reinforced in the first place, that hook could hold a thousand pounds and not feel the strain," he said.

"Wow," said Millie. "We just rent the place. We liked it because it was bigger than an apartment and has a yard. But, I had no idea that the place was that well constructed. I didn't even know it had a thick concrete ceiling; maybe my husband did, but I didn't."

"Oh yeah, it's well constructed. Gotta wonder if the original owner was paranoid or somethin' they way whoever it was had this place built. A typhoon could plow through here and this house would not even notice it. The windows and stuff might be blown out, but the house would be laughing in the wind if you get my drift," he said.

"Wow!" said Millie.

"I've installed the power hoist you wanted to raise and lower the bird cage. It's got enough power to do the job and not take up any significant space as you see. The line travels down the corner of the wall into the on/off-raise/lower switch over there. It'll be easy to clean now. Birds can be messy, I know," he said.

"Yes, they can. We've had them before, but that was a long time ago," she said.

******

Originally there had been a pool table and a wet bar in the den, but those had long been removed by the landlord and taken away to who knew where. Millie and Jake used it as a TV room and a place to lounge around. There was a seven-foot couch and a smaller love seat that were situated along two of the walls. In the center of the room was an old, oaken, oval-shaped table with four equally old, heavy, and armless straight backed chairs. In the early days of their marriage, Jake used to have poker parties once a month in the den with some of his more unsavory buddies: the same buddies who were indirectly responsible for his doing his time at Chico.

Millie went to the wall and pushed the on-button and experimented with raising and lowering the cage. Smiling inwardly; she was satisfied. Now, the big challenge: getting her husband to allow himself to be on display while locked up inside of it. The indignity of the proposal would challenge her most strenuous female wiles and efforts. If she could do it, she thought, the war was won, not just a singular battle. The thought of the upcoming struggle scared her spitless. But the die was cast. Five hours to go to zero hour.

******

"Hi dear," he said, as he slumped into his usual seat at the table, exhausted from his day on the job. He'd hardly even looked at her before taking his seat. She brought him his usual Lite, and stood in front of him as he gratefully took his first swig. He stopped mid-swallow and almost spit the yellow-pepsi all over himself.

"Fucking-geezsus!" he said. "You are gorgeous this afternoon!"

And she was. She wore a very low cut, strapless, lavender sundress; it was barely knee-length. Her black heels were three-inch spikes. Her lips were painted bright red, and her eyes perfectly made up and made to be as sensuous as possible. Her nails, fingers and toes, were painted to match her lips. Her perfume was soul shattering. 

Millie had made it to first base. She'd give him about half a minute before, she was certain, his caged cock would begin to throb as it tried to harden and become erect. His cock would fail to achieve its objectives driving him even deeper into sub-space than he doubtless already was. 

She knew he was horny, tired, but horny. He was all of the time now; that was her edge. In order for him to get anything he would have to knuckle under to the most humiliating thing he had ever been faced with. Her challenge would be to exploit his sexual desperation.

"Thank you, dear heart. Sam is coming over tonight, and he'll be staying over.

"Jake, he's going to fuck me here, in our house," she said. "I want you to be prepared. It will be very humiliating for you I know, but you have to grin and bear it. Okay?"

Jake swallowed hard. He looked at the can of beer on the table beside him. He lifted it, tilted it back, and downed it in one long swallow: he needed the reinforcement. "I don't know if I can control myself, Millie. I don't want to go back to prison, but if I see that guy put his hands on you—"

"I understand, Jake, that's why I am going to lock you up." 

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him tenderly. "I love you, but this is the way I want it, my love."

He was so stunned that he could hardly breathe. "But, I already am locked up," he said. "But, that's not what you mean is it."

"No, Jake, it isn't. Come with me."

She took his hand, and led him toward the den. Her hand in his felt good. He loved it when she did things like that to him. She felt so strong and so feminine and so—his.

Entering the den, he saw it. He dropped her hand and stumbled back a step. "That's for me?" he said.

She leaned against him and her female form melded with his maleness. She felt his hardness; it gave her confidence. "Yes."

"I—I—I—can't," he cried. "Millie it's too much!"

"Yes, you can. You're my big boy. And, it will prevent you from doing anything bad to Sam. You can understand that, can't you? Remember, you must be obedient. Obedience is the one thing I require of you. We've talked long and hard about it, Jake."

"When?" he said.

"I will lock you inside before Sam arrives. It's 5:30 now; maybe in about an hour," she said. "Then, when he gets here, I will bring him in to meet you. I promise you he will not make fun of you or do anything to provoke you. I know that that is going to be of little comfort, but it's the best I can do this first time. In the future when you are more comfortable with me taking other men to our bed; then, we can maybe do away with locking you up in such a humiliating fashion. But tonight it's the best recourse we have," she said.

"I should ask when you had that thing put in here. But, I guess it doesn't make any difference, does it," he said.

"There's more too," she said. "But, that can wait till just before we lock you inside. Jake, you're not going to fight me on this when the time comes are you?" she said.

"No. I'll take my medicine. I love you. I want you to be happy, and I want you to be loved and that includes being well-fucked," he said. "Millie, you fucking other guys is actually a turn on for me; we've talked about that too. But, this guy Sam; I fear him; I think he wants to take you away from me. Anybody else but him."

She took him in her arms once more and kissed him passionately. "He kissed her back almost hard enough to bruise her lips. "In time you will learn that neither Sam nor anyone else is a threat to you and me. I promise you that that day will come.

"My, you are hot to trot aren't, my husband," she said, I can tell: you're shaking.

"You have no idea," he said.

"You will be rewarded," she said. "Oh my, how you will be rewarded."

******

He was finished taking a shower when she called him into the den. "It's time," she said. "He'll be here in half an hour."

He swallowed hard and she noticed the hint of a tear in his eye. She placed her hand on his arm and smiled up at him. "It won't be that bad. And after tonight you will get to have me as your reward," she said.

"Really?"

He smile was his answer and he felt less hurt and apprehensive than he had a moment before. "Question," she said. "Do you want to watch him do me the first time tonight? We will do it right here in this room with you in your cage watching if you want," she said.




Millie and Jake Ch. 04



"I don't know—I mean I'm not sure...it'd be..."

"Well, after I introduce you, you can ask me to let you and I will. He and I will do it on the couch over there. You will have a great view if it is what you decide you want. You can even choose the way he takes me, choose the position," she said. "But, after that he and I will go into the bedroom and he will do me in there for the rest of the night. You'll have to stay in here, I'm afraid, locked up."

He was shaking. She could tell it was partly from the excitement of what was going to transpire and partly from abject fear and humiliation. "Calm down," she said, trying to soothe him. "You'll be fine. I won't let anything bad happen to you. But, there is something else, as I said."

He looked her askance.

She went to the end table near the couch and brought back a plastic grocery bag with the logo from the store where she worked. She pulled out a full liter-size water bottle and another empty one.

He caught on immediately; no one ever accused Jake of being slow. "For drinkin' and peein' during the night, right?"

"Yes. Once we retire to the bedroom, Jake, you'll be all alone and unable to go to the bathroom. But this should solve the problem. Oh, and here's a small funnel to help you aim. I will be turning off the lights in here, but I will leave the outside lights on, so the shine through the window should be enough for you to do your business," she said.

He nodded agreement with the practicality of her planning.

"Take off your clothes, Jake. I want you naked. You can leave your panties on to cover your cock-cage," she said.

He didn't even argue. He got himself naked and she collected his clothes and put them into the empty grocery bag. 

"There's a blankey for you in the cage in case you get cold," she said. "But you can't use it until we go into the bedroom. I want you naked when I introduce you to Sam and while you watch us, if you do."

She picked up his water bottles and handed them to him and pointed to the cage. He took the bottles and turned to go to the cage. She opened the gate on the cage for him and he got on his hands and knees preparing to get inside. She stopped him, got down on her knees and kissed him gently on the lips. "I love you," she said. "Think about the reward you're going to get tomorrow."

She stood and watched as he crawled inside his miniature cell. He was able to sit or kneel on the carpeted floor. He could lie down, but he could not stretch out; he'd be sleeping in a modified fetal position. He looked to be getting his bearings as she slowly closed the gate on him. She engaged the latch and padlocked it, securely condemning him to his fate for the night.

"You okay," she said. 

"I guess," he said. "Okay, I will be back soon. When Sam gets here I will be setting him straight on the rules, and then we will come in so he can meet you. Relax now, it won't be too long." She turned and she left closing the door to the den behind her. He was alone.

Jake squatted inside his cage and wondered how he felt. He was turned on being his wife's cuckold; there was no doubt about it. He was conflicted with that reality and his fear that Sam Jacobs was angling to take his wife away from him. No matter how much Millie said it couldn't happen; he knew that that just wasn't true. No matter how unlikely it might be, it was just plain not totally impossible, and for that he feared Sam Jacobs. Did he want to watch him do her? It was six-to-five and pick 'em.

Twenty minutes after locking up her husband, Sam arrived.

She let him in and they kissed passionately for some minutes before either of them said word one.

"Millie, you are so fucking beautiful," he said.

"Thank you, dear, are you ready to meet my husband?"

"No, but you're the boss," he said.

"Okay, now listen to me. In order to protect you, I have locked him in a cage. Actually it's for his protection as well as yours. I don't want him going back to prison for killing you. He didn't want this meet either, but it is necessary. I need to have the two men I love know and eventually respect and enjoy each other's company; I insist on it."

"I know," he said. "I guess it's just this first time—"

"I understand. Now, no matter how funny his plight may seem to you, you must not ridicule him or treat him with contempt or otherwise hurt his feelings. Am I clear? There is no wiggle room here; it's the way I want it. Okay?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good. Okay, let's go in. he's in the den."

Jake heard them coming. His stomach churned with embarrassment and fear. The door opened and the couple stood there and stared at him. He, Jake, was on his knees, naked, and with his fingers entwined in the mesh of the cage.

Millie led her lover to the cage and smiled at her husband. His face was twisted in shame and humiliation.

"Jake, this is Sam Jacobs. He's my boss at the store, and he's my lover. Sam, this is my beloved husband and obedient cuckold, Jake Carson," said Millie

"Nice to meet you, Jake," said Sam. He was clearly trying hard not to laugh. Both Millie and Jake noticed, but neither was ready to call him on it at that point.

"Nice to meet you too," mumbled Jake.

"Jake, have you decided what you want? I mean what we talked about a while ago?"

"Yes, ma'am. My answer is yes, I do want to."

"That's wonderful, dear, it will make me proud to let you be a part of our evening.

"Sam, we will be making love in here first tonight, over there on the couch. We will just pretend we are alone, and do what we always do. My husband has decided he wants to see you fuck me. After we do it, the once, you and I will go into the bedroom for some privacy and you can have me all to yourself for the rest of the night," she said.

Clearly Sam had not had a clue that he would be fucking this woman in front of her husband, but she was the boss, and so that was going to be what happened. He just nodded his agreement. 

Millie blew Jake a kiss as Sam let her to the couch twenty feet away. She stopped him, disengaged her hand from his and walked over to the wall switch. She hit the on button and then the button that raised the cage four feet off the floor. Jake was surprised by the sudden change in altitude and gripped the mesh for support.

"There, that's better. You'll have a better view now Jake." She turned and went back to her lover.

The room was not brightly lit, but it was a little bit more romantic because of the lower wattage. Millie had been right, raising the cage a few feet gave Jake a much better view than were he to have remained on the floor where the heavy table in the middle of the room would have obscured one end of the couch to some degree.

Mille stood in front of Sam, hands at her sides, beautiful and vulnerable. She wanted this to be special. She wanted her Jake to know why being her cuckold could be wonderful for him too. If Sam screwed it up, she would never forgive him.

Sam looked into her eyes, and leaned in and kissed her softly. She responded letting her body lean in to his and mold herself to his masculinity. His hand came to rest on her buttock, and she shivered and let out an involuntary moan. His hand massaged her butt, and, through her dress, delved into the crease of her ass. She wiggled in appreciation of his research.

He slid the zipper at the back of her dress slowly down revealing her naked back; she wore no bra this evening. He peeled her dress down and knelt on the floor in front of her. Only her panties remained. He slipped his thumb into the elastic holding them up, and before sliding them off, glanced up at the prisoner in his cage. Jake was rapt. He countenance was almost fierce in its attention to what was happening below and across from him.

Millie was naked, and she too dared to glance at her hapless husband. Sam kissed her slit reverently. And she shuddered. She raised his chin, "Lick me," she said. Sam licked and sucked at her pussy with great attention to her pleasure. He turned her around. She was facing her husband and he, Sam, made love to her anus. Millie smiled at Jake and mouthed him a kiss.

She spun around and pulled her lover to his feet. She undressed him slowly but without stopping. He was naked in two minutes. His cock and its threatening thickness waving its challenge to the helpless male with whitening knuckles watching from his cage.

Still standing, they embraced, they kissed a hundred times till their spit and sweat produced its own smell; the odor of passion.

He started to pull her to the couch, but she stopped him. She walked back to the cage, and whispered to Jake. "Jake, I forgot. How do you want him to take me?"

Jake was almost too choked up to respond, but somehow he was able to say one word: "missionary."

She smiled wanly at him and touched his fingers that were gripping the mess of his cage.

She returned to her conqueror and lay prone before him on the couch. "Use me on top," she said. I promised Jake earlier that he could choose."

He knelt beside her naked form and kissed the length of her. Once more he sucked and licked at her pussy and then retraced his path to her tits and her nipples where he suckled like a year-old needing nourishment.

He stopped suckling, glanced up at the prisoner, and lay on top of the woman spreading her legs with his knees as he did so.

Millie was sopping wet between her legs and he entered her easily. He began fucking her slowly, her face grimacing at first, as her vagina adjusted to the thickness of his cock. 

Jake was mesmerized by the scene unfolding before him. He saw the man speed up and slow down, speed up and slow down, then speed up and slow down yet again; it was a rhythm that seemed to be thrilling his prey. Soon, the two men were treated to a shattering scream as she came and came again in a series of very female orgasms. Finally she lay still. The man had cum during her final spasms. He was panting and gasping for breath.

Millie rose and pushed her lover back onto his back. She took hold of his cock and glanced up at her husband. She licked it, and let the glans slip into her mouth. She sucked him to hardness and denied him his climax. He would have to get that a little bit later in the bedroom.

She pulled him up and naked, and without a word to the man in the steel cage, they left hand in hand for the bedroom. As they exited the room, Millie flashed a final glance in her husband's direction and switched off the lights. Jake was left alone to ponder the scenes he had just seen acted out. His cock throbbed in significant pain as it tried vainly to escape its bonds. He wanted to cry and he wanted to see some more. It seemed the more he thought about it the more the word "denial" seemed to hold a prominent place in his current and future prospects.

******

The morning came and Jake could smell the bacon in the kitchen. He was famished, but he knew the breakfast was likely not for him. He supposed that at some point Millie would feel sorry for him and either come and let him out of his cage or bring him something to eat. But, so far, there had been nothing.

A bit later, presumably after breakfast, the door to the den opened but nobody came through it. He could hear them arguing in the hall. "Get in there," he heard his wife say. Sam came through the door and approached his cage. Millie was ten paces behind waiting near the far end of the couch.

The look that Sam gave him was full of venom, but his tone was friendly. The look could not have been seen by Millie considering her geography at that moment. "Hello panty boy," said Sam very softly: Millie could not be allowed to hear. 

"I'm supposed to say goodbye to you and play nice. So goodbye. Oh, and be advised your woman will be my wife sooner or later, no hard feelings I hope. Sam snorted and waved to him contemptuously.

Jake flashed fire at him, but held his tongue. Millie will have seen him react to the visitor in front of him; she wasn't stupid. 

"You got a problem asshole, nobody takes my woman," said Jake through clenched teeth.

Millie could see that they two of them were at each other she came up to end it. "Sam, what did you say?" said Millie.

"Nothin', I just asked panty boy how things were going and he went off on me," he lied.

"Okay, it's time for you to go home, Sam. We'll talk later," said Millie.

"You were only supposed to say goodbye and let it go at that, not put him down," said Millie.

"I didn't," said Sam. "Millie, you're mine. I've taken care of you and your needs for two years, that should count for something more than an occasional evening of screwing."

"Occasional evening! Are you out of it or something; we're together all of the time. And, as for taking care of me; a good case might be made for my taking care of you!"

"Well, that con in there sure as hell hasn't been taking care of you. You need to make a choice," said Sam, and he stalked out.

Millie walked to the wall and lowered her husband's cage to the ground. Taking the key from the hook, she unlocked the gate and he crawled out and stretched. It had been a little bit cramped and he was stiff.

"Okay, who started it?" said Millie. And don't lie to me."

"He did. The first words out of his mouth were, 'Hello panty boy,' sorry if I wasn't ready to wake up to that kind of abuse," said Jake. "He also vowed to take you away from me. He said he's going to marry you. And, since you can't be married to two men at the same time, that must mean that you're going to dump me!"

Millie could tell he was telling the truth. Now, she had a problem; but it wasn't a problem she couldn't resolve, and she would.

******

continued



Millie and Jake Ch. 05



"Well, how did it go," said Jill.

"Hmm, not all that good. Well, it did that is until this morning," said Millie.

"Well, gimme," said Jill.

"Well, I wanted Sam to say goodbye, you know to Jake. Well, I stood back, so he could do it without my being the force behind the effort, if you know what I mean. Well, big mistake on my part; they got into it. I am so glad Jake was in his cage, or Sam would be in the hospital or worse," said Millie.

"Wow!" said Jill

"Yeah, well now I have to see what the fallout of all of this is going to be. Sam's getting to be awfully pushy, and Jake's getting awfully antsy. I might have to do something down the line. Not sure yet," said Millie.

"Well, remember who you're married to, and why you stayed married to him even after he fucked up your lives. That's the key," said Jill.

Millie nodded.

"I'm gonna be in the same boat as you as of tonight," said Jill.

"I don't understand?"

"Daniel will be meeting Andy. Cross your fingers for me; I'm gonna need a lot of luck."

"Consider them crossed," said Millie.

******

Jill was home for the next few days before she'd have to get back to work in Nevada; she and Danny had some business to take care of. They were considering buying into Cupid's Escorts; it was almost a done deal. They had to meet with their accountant and their lawyer to judge the feasibility of the buy in. 

But today she'd met Andy for cocktails as soon as she'd gotten back to town, and she had laid it on him that he had to meet Daniel. Though Andy wasn't keen, he had agreed to meet with him and do as Jill asked. 

Andy arrived on time, 7:00. Daniel was in the bedroom tidying things up a bit for Jill and her lover. Daniel was slow to get into the cuckold lifestyle, but he was learning; He had to, he really wasn't interested in getting yet another spanking. His behind was still raw from the last one. For him as a black man, a spanking was the ultimate humiliation. He was supposed to be the head of the household, the man, numero uno; but to his dominant wife he was nothing but a wimp cuckold who moved his pussywhipped ass whenever her beautiful self commanded him to do so; it was that simple.

He'd heard the door bell ring and heard Jill greeting someone at the door. He knew who it was, and he was not ready.

He was mildly startled when Jill appeared in the doorway. "Those are nice panties you're wearing Danny. Pink is definitely your color." She giggled like a school girl at his embarrassment. She never got tired of giving him the needle and he was still not able to get used to being in front of her wearing her panties.

He shot her a sarcastic smile that dared her to spank him, but he knew she would not, not in front of her lover. He wasn't sure why she wouldn't, but she'd shied away from punishing him in those circumstances.

"Oh, come on Danny, you know you love it when I tease you," she said.

"Harrumph!" he said.

"Anyway, follow me," she said.

"Jill, do I hafta wear the panties to meet you lover; it is too embarrassing for words," said Daniel.

"Dear heart, that's the whole idea. Now, come on, be a good little cucky and hurry your ass up."

Daniel followed her into the living room and did his best to not appear stressed out and humiliated about his condition. His condition, his cock tenting his panties, was more than a sight to see. She'd let him out of his cock cage for the day, and it was proving to be worse than if he had it on.

"Danny, this is Andy. You've heard me talk about him: he's my lover. Say hello, Danny."

"Hi—hello," said Daniel. "Glad to meet you." Jill was happy with the way he handled himself: no smartass remarks or sour looks. She'd remember that the nest time he earned a spanking: he might get a pass.

"Hi," said Andy, "good to meet you too. You have a truly wonderful woman here."

"I do know that," said Daniel. 

Most people can get a fix on what a person is like in the first minutes of meeting them. Daniel was, in some ways, more than pleased that the man who had been, and doubtless would continue to be cuckolding him, was at least respectful even though he must have thought he, Daniel, looked ridiculous in his panties.

Jill had decided to borrow a page from Millie book and give him the choice to watch her get it or not. Likewise he would get to choose the position that Andy would use to do her the first time around for the evening.

"One moment, Andy, I need to speak with my husband," she said. She led Daniel by his elbow into the hallway. "Danny, would you like to watch him do me? You can if you want."

Daniel was surprised and momentarily speechless, but he recovered his voice quickly enough. "I—I—don't know. I guess I would," he said.

"Okay, if that would please you. Now, would you prefer that he take me in any particular position? You can choose if you want too," she said.

"Doggy," said Daniel.

"Okay, you got it, big boy," she said. "You know what I have to do now, don't you?"

"Chain me up?"

"Yes, dear, I can't risk you losing it. You understand, don't you?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said.

She led him back into the living room.

"Andy, I'll only be a moment. Get yourself a drink and bring me one too, okay?"

"Right," he said. Andy disappeared into the kitchen. He knew where everything was. He'd been fucking this woman for the better part of two years.

"Come on big boy; we've rehearsed this," she said. The chair she had chosen she had actually brought from the dungeon room in the bordello where she worked in Nevada. 

It was a simple, heavy, wooden straight back early American design. It sported three vertical one-inch thick dowels as the back. She sat him down and had him shove his wrists through the upright wooden bars of the back. She moved behind him and cuffed his wrists together making it impossible for him to use his hands for anything.

Her next move was to tie a rope around his neck and wind it through the chairs back as well.

As a final precaution, she bound his ankles to the legs of the chair with half-inch hemp. 

She moved away from him for a moment. Returning, she smiled at him and kissed him. "You've been very good," she said, "but I am going to gag you too. You like to talk too much, and we can't have that tonight can we. Okay?" She fixed a ball gag into his mouth and strapped it tightly at the back of his head. Daniel could now watch, but that is all that he could do.

Andy's timing was perfect. He arrived with the drinks and a piece of pecan pie that he found in the frig as he was rummaging for something to end the growling in his stomach. She came to him and kissed him; her husband Daniel all but monetarily forgotten in the far corner of the room.

"Hungry were we?" said Jill.

"Gawd, yes, and your pecan pie's the best. You know better than to leave it where I could find it," he quipped.

"Funny," she said, not pleased with his being more interested in pie than pussy.

"I will be most interested," she said, "in knowing which you would prefer pecan pie or hair pie. Please, take your time answering!" Her sarcasm was palpable.

"Uh-oh, I fucked up didn't I?" he said.

"Let's put it this way, jackass, yes."

He put the pie down and came to her. "Can I make it up to you?"

"You fucking well better. 

"I am going to let Danny watch. He's asked to be able to. So, do me good. Got it, or you'll feel the strap tonight; which he will also have the opportunity to witness.

Andy knew he was close to very much regretting his little faux pas. He silently swore to make up for it and that in a helluva hurry!

Andy guided his woman toward the couch. "No," she said. "He asked me to have you do me from behind. I said you would. You can have me any other way you want afterwards when we go into the bedroom. But this once I want you to do me doggy style right in front of him.

"Sure," said Andy, "if that's what you want; then, that's what we'll do."

She led Andy to a spot three feet in front of her husband. She stood in front of him, still fully clothed, and looked her husband in the eye. His eyes smoldered with lust. And well they might: he'd been caged for days until she released him for tonight. Her reason, as she had told him, was that she wanted to see his cock hard and pulsating as he watched Andy sock it to her. The past two mornings she'd found pre-cum oozing from his penis when she had awakened; she was going to let him cum tomorrow, she'd decided.

She turned back to her lover. They embraced and his hand floated to her butt. Daniel was in hell; he couldn't even scream his jealous distress; the gag had proved useful.

The two lovers pawed each other and kissed.

Little by little their clothes were discarded and soon the two of them were naked. Jill made Andy turn toward her husband. Andy's cock, a raging hardon by now, waved in front of the prisoner in his chair. The two of them were beautiful standing there, their naked and taunting bodies held in an almost artistic pose.

She turned and kissed her lover. He stood immediately behind her; he was looking straight into the prisoner's eyes. Pressing gently on her shoulders, he forced her to her knees, and then onto all fours. He knelt behind her. Bending forward he buried his face in her ass and licked and kissed and sucked every secret place she had. Jill, looked up into the face of her suffering husband and saw that he was crying. She silently mouthed the words, "you'll get your reward." It seemed to make him less desperate.

Andy stopped orally sodomizing her and spread her legs wider thus lowering her ass, readying her for her fucking. She was wet as could be now. He pushed into her and there was a noticeable popping sound as he gained entry. He fucked her for ten minutes. Her face began to show signs that she was in ecstasy as he humped her.

She began to pant and spasm. Spit dribbled from the side of her mouth as her lover mastered her.

Andy began driving his cock into her with a cruelty that a Viking would have envied. She collapsed flat on the floor with his cock still buried deep inside of her and her lover heavily covering her naked form.

Daniel was sweating and crying and straining to escape his bonds, but that would only happen if his wife were to allow it; she was not going to allow it; he was condemned to jealous impotence.

Jill rose and went into the bathroom. She returned wearing her robe. She uncuffed her husband's wrists and he pulled them through the vertical bars on the back of her chair. She recuffed them behind his back as soon as they were clear.

She loosed the neck restraint and then freed his ankles. She also removed his gag after he promised to remain silent as she continued her work. "Come on husband. We need to go out into the garage."

In the garage, she uncuffed him and caged him. It was the same size and type of cage that her friend's husband had occupied the night before. But, Daniel's prison was on short legs rather than attached to a hoist.

"I will return in the morning, Danny. "Try and sleep a little. I love you." And she was gone. 

Daniel was left to imagine how and how often her lover would fuck her and how and how often she would suck his cock. Jealous could not even begin to describe his mind set.

******

Millie had decided to let Jake cool off a little before she said anymore about the confrontation between himself and Sam the day before. It was Monday night, three days later before she brought it up again.

She'd talked to Sam, who'd seemed a little peeved, but more with her than with Jake, if she had read him rightly. This did not sit well with her, but she allowed that she might be reading him wrong. She made a mental note to clarify things with him after she had had a chance to sit with Jake and to see what he had to say.

Jake had just arrived from the shop and was putting his dirty work shirt into the hamper on the service porch. 

"How was it today," said Millie in her sweetest tone of voice.

"Same," he said. "Nothin' special, just a couple of cars that needed doctoring."

"Jake, we need to talk. And, I need some straight answers from you."

"Huh?"

"About the trouble with Sam the other morning."

"Oh," he said.

"Now, I know that Sam was at fault too for saying the things that he did. I believe you not him when it comes to that," she said.

"So, what else is there?" he said, obviously considering the matter closed.

"What else is there! What there is, is that you were rude to him too," she said "That is unacceptable. He is my lover, not just some one night stand, and you simply may not talk back to my lover, you may not," she emphasized.

"What! What kind of fairness is that?" he said. "I'll tell you what kind it is: it's 'not' fair, not at all."

"Fair has nothing to do with it, Jake. What I want is everything. You will have to apologize to him, Jake, I insist on it."

"What did you say?"

"You will have to apologize to him, and mean it, or else," said Millie. She bit her tongue after she said the last words, but it was too late to take them back.

"Or else? And what if I refuse," he said, his voice rising.

"Jake, don't push this. It was you who gave me permission to fuck other men. It was you who screwed up our lives. It was you who couldn't be trusted to not be locked up the other night. You will apologize to him. He took care of me when you weren't around. He's a good man. Mistaken in what he said to you, but he was less at fault than you if you look at the whole picture." Her voice conveyed a tone that was conciliatory; she wanted to distance herself from her earlier stinging remark that she was afraid had hurt him.

"How do you figure?" said Jake.

"Simple, he gets to fuck me; but you get to be married to me. He wants to marry me, but you have me. So, you mustn't push it," said Millie.

"Are you saying that you'd divorce me and marry him if I refused to apologize to him?" said Jake.

"I didn't say that, you did," she said, her tone rising again.

"Is he gonna apologize to me?"

"It doesn't matter what he's gonna do. You just pay heed to what you've gotta do," she said.

"That's bull shit! Ah fuck it!" he yelled, storming out of the room.

For Jake, apologizing to the guy who was trying to take his wife away from him was beyond the pale. If it weren't for the fact that he'd be sent back to prison, he would have blown town that minute. His heart was broken; his wife was taking the side of someone who had no right to come between them. He would do anything she asked of him. The only exception to that was that he would not knuckle under to threats, not even from the love of his life.

He was sick to his stomach. He felt like he was going to puke, but so far he had been spared that particular self-imposed indignity. 

He went out to the back yard and leaned against the fence, face towards it. The sun was setting and he wanted to be alone to think and brood; brooding was underrated. The more he thought about it, the more he thought that what she really wanted was to marry the asshole. She was just looking for a way to justify betraying him and all of her former promises. He made his decision. 

Millie watched him through the kitchen window. She was frightened when he started pounding the fence with his fists. As he turned and moved back toward the general direction of the house, his bleeding knuckles were clearly visible. She was shaken by the sight. It was not the right time to try and make up with him. 

He was being so unreasonable; he might, at that moment, even be dangerous, she thought. She started to cry. Just a simple, "I'm sorry," was all she was asking for. Just something to bring them all together again as a trio. But that wasn't going to happen at that moment. Maybe tomorrow, she told herself. 

She felt funny about her husband. He wasn't acting like the man she knew. But then, she wasn't acting like the woman she used to be either. She'd try again tomorrow. Maybe she had gone too far demanding that he apologize. He'd suffered enough humiliation. Yes, tomorrow, she'd tell him to forget that part of it. She did love him. She just had to figure out some way to prove it to him. Jill was right; a wife who wanted to keep her husband happy, especially a cuckold husband, had to make damn sure that he never doubted that he was loved and appreciated. She'd failed in that. Why had she threatened him! Geezsus, she'd been so stupid.

She looked out the window again. He wasn't there. Maybe he'd come back into the house—but, she hadn't heard him.

******

She found him in the garage. He was working with some tool doing something with a piece of wood. She knew nothing about tools or how to use them. She just looked at him, he looked back at her; neither said anything. That made up his mind for him.

She just went back into the house and lay down on the couch. She'd make dinner in due course. She wondered if he'd eat it. Surely he wouldn't stay mad all night, surely not.

She fell soundly asleep.

It was 2:00AM when she woke. The house was dark. She wondered where Jake was. He must be upstairs already. She should be too, she thought. She went to the bathroom and peed. She showered. It was after 2:30 before she climbed the stairs to their bedroom. She was wearing only her panties and bra. He oughta be pretty horny; maybe she'd let him play a little if he was up to it. She was, quite frankly, feeling guilty.

The room was dark. It was quiet, too quiet. She turned on the light. The bed was still made. He was not in the room, and he was not downstairs. She didn't panic, but she walked quickly down to the back yard; then to the garage; then to the front yard. "Oh my gawd!" she exclaimed. 

******

She sat on the stoop like one drugged and uncaring about the starving children of the world. The phone had rung any number of times since dawn. She no longer cared about phones or people or anything. Millie Carson was in a state.

Jill was on her way into town. She'd taken the week off within an hour of having picked up her mail. She figured to arrive sometime around midday. She'd tried to call Millie a dozen times since getting her mail at something after 8:00. She stopped trying; she was going to hunt her down. If she were fucking Sam, or if Jake was sucking her pussy; she didn't care. They had to talk and that right fucking immediately!

She pulled into the driveway of her friend's house and honked to announce her arrival. She had good news and she didn't give a damn what anyone thought or said. Daniel was with her and looking real pleased with himself as well he might given the circumstances of the moment.

She knocked on the door for some minutes. Millie's car was there. Jill had become quite the expert on cars since her husband had gone into the slam and had made it necessary for her to get a license, and then a car, and then a subscription—who would believe it—to Road and Track.

But, cars and magazines were the last things on her mind this wonderful morning; she wanted to talk to Millie; she had to!

The door opened slowly. It was dim and cold in the front room of the house as she was allowed to enter by the semi-conscious Millie.

"Millie? What's wrong?" said an anxious Jill.

Millie looked at her as though she were a perfect stranger. Something was amiss and Jill was not going to be shy about getting to the bottom of it.

"Millie, damn it wake up!" she said to the woman in the trance.

Millie seemed to stir at the tone in her friend's voice. "He's gone."

"What? Who's gone?" said Jill.

"Jake. He's gone. He just left me. No note, nothing, just gone." She started crying.

"Geezsus, Millie. Did he leave because he knew he had gotten an unconditional pardon?"

"What? What pardon?" said Millie. 

"The governor, the parole board, the DC all of them have signed off on our men's amnesty," said Jill. "Haven't you gotten your letter? Jake's letter?"




Millie and Jake Ch. 05



"What letter?"

Jill turned to Daniel. "Husband, go check the mailbox. Right now, honey, move!"

Jill did her best to comfort her friend. Daniel returned in no more than a minute; he was carrying a pile of paper: mostly junk mail. Jill rifled through it searching for the letter.

"Yes!" said Jill. "Here it is." She handed it to Millie. Millie looked at it like it was something from outer space. It had the state seal on the envelope.

She slowly opened it. She held the contents between her fingers without reading it as though it were contaminated.

Jill grabbed it from her and scanned it. "Millie, your hubby is a free man!

"Danny, get her a drink of water, please," said Jill, glancing up at her cuck.

He moved to do her bidding. He returned in short order. "Here, you are, Millie," he said.

Hearing Danny's voice for the first time seemed to revive her. She sipped the icy liquid and leaned on Jill's shoulder and began to cry.

This was going to be along day, thought Jill.

It was a good hour of crying and comforting later that Jill was finally able to get Millie to calm down enough to get some coherency in her speech.

"Yes, I did," said Millie. "I drove him off. It was a stupid request—no that's not true—it wasn't a request; I ordered him to apologize. One thing led to another and he stormed out in to the yard." She pointed, indicating the back yard. "I know he thinks I was favoring Sam. I wasn't, Jill. It was just—I think—I think I was trying to save Sam the embarrassment of being lower on the lovey-dovey food chain than Jake. I don't know; I just wanted them to be equal, different but equal. I did it wrong, but I didn't mean to," she said.

"There, there, honey. We'll get the big guy back. We just have to think clearly, not panic," said Jill.

"Jill, you don't understand. He doesn't love me anymore. I betrayed his love, his trust. I mean he thinks I did. He won't be back," said Millie.

"Millie, girl, he'll be back if I have to kidnap him myself," said Jill. "Just get hold of yourself. I need you to be coherent. Okay?"

Millie nodded. It was clear she was not confident that what Jill was saying had any hope of being true, but she had nothing else and so she was surrendering.

"Did he take any of his clothes? He doesn't have a driver's license I know that, and he sure doesn't have a passport. He can't get far," said Jill. "We'll get him. I know we will. After all, we're women, and we still have at least one slave her to help us." She smiled motioning toward Daniel.

******

At that moment a tall good looking man, late twenties, clean shaven, brown hair, jeans, dark shirt, bomber jacket was thumbing his way south. He'd made it a hundred miles in the ten or so hours since he'd run out on his wife. He had twenty-eight dollars in his pocket. He was sad, angry, tired, and totally fatalistic. If a car were to have hit him right at that moment, he would have thanked the driver; he wanted to die.

Jill, Millie, Andy, and Daniel sat at the kitchen table and analyzed the situation.

"We gotta play it cool, Mil. And you have got to stop beating yourself up. You did nothing really wrong. You might have not been very smart about how you handled the little altercation between Sam and Jake, but your heart was in the right place. Jake just didn't know it. And, from what you've told me, I would guess that Sam didn't either."

"Millie," said Danny in a low voice, "may I make an observation."

"Sure Danny. Oh, and congtrats on your amnesty. I'm very happy for you, really," said Millie.

"Thanks, I am happy and the more so because I have this wonderful girl here to love and to serve and to take care of me forever," said Danny.

"Anyway," he continued, "you know what we talked about when we were inside? You guys," he said not waiting for an answer. "Every stinkin' day we were in there, we talked about you. Jake couldn't wait to get back to you. He wouldn't even let me put a calendar on the wall because it seemed to him to make the days go slower.

I know, without a shadow of a question or a doubt that he will come back. His pride is hurt and it was damn near all we had in the joint. Pride for losers like us is all we got; and I have to say it Millie; it's a very fragile thing with us. It may be childish, but it's all we got. Do yuh understand?" he said.

Millie nodded and did her best to hold back her tears.

Daniel continued. "He won't give it up easily, but one day he'll shit-can his pride and come back to you on his knees. Frankly, I know him better in some ways than you do; and you can take that to the bank."

Jill nodded. She knew that Danny was right.

"Mil, we just gotta play it cool," said Jill. "No one knows he left the house before he was supposed to. So we just have to look and wait and do what we have to do until we can locate him and talk some sense into him."

Millie looked at her friend as though she had slapped her.

"Gently of course," said Jill, catching the look.

Millie nodded. "I wonder if he has heard that he's free man. Oh Jill, if he hasn't, he may do something bad. I'm worried, Jill. I am really worried about him."

******

Millie was standing behind the counter sacking the groceries of the Mrs. Ralston, the little old lady across from her. Millie was tired and not the smiling happy face the customer was used to seeing.

"What's the matter, honey, boy problems," said the elderly lady.

Millie forced herself to crack a small smile for the lady who was clearly trying to support her. "Yes, ma'am, 'fraid so," she said.

"Well, don't you fret over no man." she said. "He'll be back. He won't be wantin' to lose you. I know."

"Thank you, ma'am," said Millie. And then the lady waved a goodbye and was gone.

Sam saw the exchange and came up behind her and gave her a small pinch on her butt. It was bad timing. 

"What are you doing, Sam?" she said.

"Just tryin' to lighten things up a little between us," he said. "Got time for a bite after work?"

"No, Sam, not tonight. I'm gonna be busy," she said.

"Millie, I said I was sorry for acting like an idiot before. But that was three weeks ago. Any chance I can get you to lighten up?" he said.

"Lighten up? No, Sam, I don't think so. In fact, Sam, I don't want to see you again," she said.

"But we work together, and I love you. I think I've proven that. I've done everything I could to make up for my mistake," he said.

She looked at him as though he were a interloper, a stranger who just didn't get it. "Sam, don't take this the wrong way. We had some good times there for a while, but they're over now, and they're not coming back. We're done, Sam, you and me. And, Sam, I quit; you can send me my final check. The office has the address.

She removed her apron, pulled her cash drawer, counted it out on the spot, and had him initial her chit for the cash. She handed him the drawer and walked out. She didn't turn around or even wave goodbye to her fellow employees: people she'd worked with for the past two years plus.

******

She sat in the dark. She'd saved some cash. But, she well knew that she couldn't survive for more than a couple for months without working. She had been sitting in the dark considering her options for a full two hours before she finally made up her mind.  

She'd been out of work for two days and the only thing she knew for sure, apart from the cold fact that she needed a job, was that she needed a friend who would be there for her while she did what she could to track down her scoundrel of a husband. 

Millie was alternately angry, afraid, and sorrowful, all contributing to the emotionally draining state that gripped her virtually 24/7. This had been the case since her husband Jake had taken a powder over three weeks earlier.

Jill had remained with Millie for a week and half, but had eventually been forced to return to Nevada to take care of business: a business that she and Daniel had indeed bought into. 

Alone Millie was lost. Her man gone; her friend far away, and her job now history. She thought about Sam and the reason she felt she had to send him packing: he wanted her to dump her husband and move in with him. That he also had dared to mess with Jake on a personal level was just the final straw. In front of her he had dared to mess with him! It was very fortunate that Jake had been locked up or Sam would have been in way over his head.

She shook herself. "Do it," she said aloud to no one but the walls. She picked up the receiver and dialed Jill's number. It rang several times before Jill answered.

"It's me," said Millie..."yeah...no...nothing new...I need to talk to you...yes..tomorrow...I'll come to you...well, let's put it this way: is that job offer still open...Jill...are you still there...yes I'm serious...two PM...yes, that's good." She hung up.

******

The desert was flat and brown and hot; the way it had been for the last hundred thousand years. She'd been in the saddle, except for a pit stop to have lunch and pee, for more than six hours. She found the address: 615 Desert Glade, easily.

She sat parked for some minutes before she got out and headed for the nondescript entrance to the place. It was new. Jill had told her that. They'd moved and changed the whole operation; she and Daniel were even part owners now, with her "used to be" pimp. 

The business: Cupid's Escorts, was doing well. Jill didn't spread her legs anymore, not for the riff-raff at any rate; instead she got a piece of all of the action from the girls that did. She was pulling down $20,000 a month. The girls didn't do badly either. The good ones were getting somewhere near $10,000 a month and happy as heck about it.

Millie was feeling a little shaky, but she was going to give the operation a look see. Though interested, she was not at all sure a career on her back would be a good fit for her; even though sex had become her favorite game.

She pushed the buzzer and someone buzzed her into an antechamber. At the end of a narrow, ten-foot long passage was a barred window. A girl was waiting for her as she approached. 

"Hi, I'm Millie Carson to see Jill Reynolds."

The girl's smile was genuine now. She buzzed her into the inner sanctum and led her down a brightly lit hallway at the end of which was an office. They entered.

Jill looked up and fairly jumped out of her chair to greet her soulsister. "My gawd, girl, you must be exhausted. You got here in less than seven hours."

"Yeah, and I gotta pee. I've been on the road for the last four hours in a row," she said.

"In there," said Jill, pointing. Jill looked toward the girl who had escorted Millie in and waved her gone. Millie was already closing the door to the privy.

They talked for two hours straight. "No, not a word," said Millie. "I guess I really have lost him. I have to get back into the world of the living, I guess, there's just nothing for it. It was my fault. I deserved to lose him, and so I have."

"For the last time, princess, you are not at fault. We all say things we don't mean and would like to take back, all of us. He did what he did because he felt hurt or humiliated or whatever; but by any standard, he overreacted, and that is the long and the short of it."

"Maybe," said Millie.

"Okay, enough of that for now," said Jill. "Are you serious about wanting into the life?"

"Yes. I've thought about it. I like sex. I like the money. It's time to do something besides pound a cash register," she said.

Jill looked pensive. "Girl, now you need to hear me. Okay?"

"Sure," said Millie.

"Okay. You want the job, you've got it. But, you need to understand a few things. First, you can be selective of your clientele to a certain extent. But, no matter how selective you are, Guys are still going to be banging you that you wish were not banging you. It's the nature of the business. And, if there ever was a business where the customer was always right, this is it."

"Okay," said Millie tentatively.

"And, the money is good, but you have costs too. Med-checks, drugs—the legal kind—and the occasional bruise or broken bone because some asshole couldn't control himself; it happens.

"Also, this is a business, Mil. I can't emphasize that enough. We pay well, but we have to insist that our girls are always on time always personable and always open to—well—the kinks that our customers are looking for. 

"This business is not for those married to vanilla sex. We're into excitement, the unusual, and even the profane."

"I just have one question," said Millie.

"And what would that be?" said Jill.

"When can I start?"

Jill smirked. "Tonight, if you're up to it. If not tomorrow," said Jill.

"Last I heard it's the guy who does most of the work. I'll be starting tonight, and I will be doing my level best not to fall asleep while some guy is fucking me," she said.

"I like your attitude," said Jill. "Sleep is for the weak anyway."

The two friends laughed the laugh of recovering sad persons. Jill made an intercom call to someone up front telling them to arrange a special date for the newbie.

******

The girls went shopping. Millie was surprised by the kinds of things that Jill was choosing for her first night on her back as a pro.

"Kind of conservative isn't it?" said Millie looking at herself in the mirror of the dressing room. 

"What it is, is not whorish," said Jill. "Most men don't really want some scuzzbucket doing them. They want clean and wholesome and utterly weak and helpless. They want to take the panties off of a young girl and comfort her as she cries; then, of course, they wanna bone the hell outta her and pretend that they did her a favor, an honor really," said Jill.

"Huh. Well, I've been warned. I will take the good with the bad and never complain," said Millie. 

"Good," said Jill. "Now hurry up. We gotta get outta here. Your first fuck is 8:00 and the gentleman I've set you up with is not gonna be real interested in hearing your reasons for being late."

"What's he like?" said Millie.

"He's young, inexperienced, and jittery. You're gonna be his first. Oh, and he has some special requests."

Millie listened as Jill described the young man's fantasies, and the story as to how he ended up at Cupid's. "Geezsus, a fucking babyass wimp! Couldn't I just get some stud to fuck me all night," laughed Millie.

"Yes, but not tonight. This is an all nighter. I did you a favor by giving you someone you can easily control. But the big thing is this; remember you work for us now. We need clients like this and so do you. His parents own the Lucky-T Ranch. Which as it happens is a misnomer; at least it is in this era."

"Whaddya mean?" said Millie.

"Well it might have been a ranch at one time, maybe a hundred years ago. But, now it's seventy-five square miles of oil fields, some of the richest in the country; their billionaires. And Melvin is their baby—literally," said Jill.

Millie nodded. It was strange, what the kid wanted, but no problem for her. It looked to be a piece of cake.

"Just play it by ear," said Jill. "You're his baby sitter, and you need to babysit him and take care of him, and well, be his surrogate love interest. Think you can handle that?"

"No problem. Question: do we get a lot of clients like Melvin?"

"We are in the fantasy business. Like I said, vanilla we ain't," said Jill.

******

Jill looked over all of the things she had been supplied with to fulfill Melvin Cort's crazy fantasy. But, she wasn't being judgmental. After all, she'd fulfilled a few fantasies of hers and her husband's in the not too distant past. A hypocrite was not something she either liked very much or ever intended to become.

She checked herself in the full length mirror that Jill had assured her were to be found in every room in the house.

Hair in a ponytail, pink ribbon holding it back; pink pinafore dress; saddle oxfords and bobbysox; pink lipstick and a little pearl necklace completed the ensemble. She looked sixteen. Her little cutie for the evening was supposed to be twenty, but wanted to be treated like a little boy. So, she would treat him like a little boy.

He was right on time. Millie was taken aback by the wimpy nature of her charge. Jill had cautioned her that she was to be in charge from moment one. "Ask him no questions," Jill had said. "You're his babysitter for real; that is for the rest of the night. And when he leaves in the morning, you are to dress him and send him on his way as if he were going to walk to school. Oh, and he is supposed to be incontinent, and that's in real life, so you will have to change his diapers if he pees in them."

Melvin came in looking sheepish and clutching a little brown teddy bear. "Hi, Melvin," she cooed. She gave him a little hug and kissed him on the top of his head: Melvin was only five-foot-two.

She cuddled with him as he played with his teddy bear and from time to time brushed her breasts against his arm as though by accident. He was indeed wearing diapers, but up to that point he had not wet himself.

"I think it's time for your bath, Melvin," she said. 

The smile that painted his face was worth the price of admission, thought Millie. She stripped him slowly of his breeches and when she pulled down his underpants, she was witness to one of the smallest penises that she had ever seen or ever imagined she would see. "Let's go peepee first, my little man," she said. She sat him on the toilet seat and watched with interest as his little weenie went tingle. "Now, Get in the tub, baby, we need to get you nice and clean."

She gave him a slow bath and paid close attention to his little penis. And she thought of it as a penis, not a cock, a cock was an instrument of lust. A penis was a biological tool useful for necessary physiological functions. His little dong was not by any wildass stretch of the imagination an engine of lust.

As she washed it she could tell that his ball sac was loaded. The little guy needed to cum. She lightened her stroke washing him. He kept thrusting himself against the flesh of her hands wordlessly trying to get her to work her fingers a little more vigorously, but she denied him. She knew her business: big dick or little penis the light touch of a woman's hand was far more effective than any rough gruff meat beating that the male animal always thought was the way to get the job done. 

After twenty minutes of insane physical duress, as Melvin doubtless viewed the handjob he was getting, he suddenly spasmed breathlessly and began jerking uncontrollably. His semen painted the far wall of the bathtub enclosure. Millie wondered how long he had been holding it in. Eensy-teensy peepee or not he could sure unload the spermatozoa when he needed to.

Melvin almost passed out from the exercise.

She took her "little lost lamb" to bed with her, and twice during the night had to change him. He loved it as she laid him on the protective waterproof sheet, removed his diapers, wiped him clean of his urine, powered his pink little butt, and pinned his new diaper on him expertly. Expertly, in spite of the fact that Millie had never in her life changed a diaper; apparently changing diapers was something that came naturally to a woman, or so she supposed.

In the morning, she sent him off to "school" clutching his Teddy bear. But he didn't walk. The limo that picked her little fellow up saw to that.

Millie met Jill for breakfast an hour after Melvin departed. "How did it go, do you know," said Millie.

"Well enough I guess. The driver laid ten thousand dollars in cash on us, and asked that you be available next week for an encore."

"Wow! My first show and already I'm in demand," said Millie.

"Indeed," said Jill.



Millie and Jake Ch. 06



Jake stared at the overhang. MEXICO it said. He knew if he crossed the border, being a con, that the FBI could nail him and his life would be over. On the other hand, what did he have to live for anyway? Prison came in many forms. The prison of the mind was the worst of all. Millie was obviously distancing herself from him and giving herself to another man. He knew that a divorce would soon be forced upon him, and he just couldn't bear the thought of that. No, it was better for him to make himself scarce. I would be easier for him and for her, for his beloved Millie.

At least, he thought, he hadn't debased himself by apologizing to that wife stealing scumbag. At least he hadn't done that; he'd at least been able to save what little pride and self-respect and dignity he had left in refusing to do that. That was one thing that he would not do even for Millie. Why had she sided with him? It could only be because she loved him more than she did him, her husband.

He crossed. Nobody paid him any attention as he walked under the overhang and headed for downtown Tijuana, for a new life, for he knew not what. The day was warm. Somewhere along his path he would need to get something to drink, and maybe a taco or something.

Independencia Blvd. was busy. Shops busy, hawkers, kids everywhere, Americanos shooting pictures of everything in sight: it was a helluva scene. Two little boys came up to him trying to sell him sticks of gum. He ignored them.

Jake knew he had to find shelter and a job in a hurry. He had exactly eleven bucks after his two-hundred and fifty mile trek. The main boulevard was not the place to find what he needed, he knew. He decided to turn down one of the numerous side streets and get into a more residential area. He saw a lady carrying a large gunnysack full of groceries. For no good reason whatsoever he followed her; he'd let her blaze the trail for him.

As she neared a corner of another almost deserted side street, a punk jumped out in front of her and flashed a switchblade in her face. She turned and started to walk-run back towards Jake. The asshole followed her; her flight was futile; she couldn't really escape him even if she hadn't been carrying fifteen pounds of groceries. 

The three of them met up all at once. Jake stepped between the punk and the woman; he was actually glad for the opportunity to do something positive. The punk had a knife, but had no idea who or what Jake was capable of. That singular lack of knowledge was remedied in short order. The punk lay sprawled on the street. Jake took the knife, bent it in half and pitched it into the tall grass of the nearby field.

The woman's mouth just hung open in awestruck silence.

"You okay, senora?" said Jake.

She shook herself.

"Gratias," she said.

He smiled. His Spanish was limited to what he'd picked up in the joint. He felt good taking down the punk. Her relief was made him realize that he still had value as a human being: he wasn't just so much flesh and blood adrift in the maelstrom of life. He decided to test the waters.

"Do you speak English?" he said.

"Pequeno," she said.

"Bueno," he said. "Mi trabajo?" he tried.

She understood he wanted a job. She pointed down the street to her left. "Si trabajo," she said.

Grateful for the directions, he started off in the direction she indicated.

She stopped him. "Senor follow," she said in strained English.

He shrugged and followed her. About half way down the block he offered to carry the groceries, and she let him.

Her name was Lorena Gomez. She led him to her house. It was a good half mile from where he had first seen her. Arriving at the house, she took the groceries from him and indicated that she wanted Jake to follow her inside. Hoping for a bowl of something and for anything to drink, he did so.

"Aqua?" he said, actually sounding desperate.

She laughed and got him his water. She also put on a pot of water and began making some tea.

He brought him his tea in a matter of two minutes.

As she prepared the food, something that looked kinda like beef stew, he looked her over more closely.

She was maybe forty, her hair was stringy, but longish, her skin was weathered, but the signs of once rather significant good looks could not be denied. She was about five-foot-two, and she was beginning to show signs of becoming a little bit chunky; but for that she still had a ways to go. All in all, had she taken better care of herself, she would have been a fairly handsome woman with many prospects. It was only much later that Jake discovered that she was all of forty-eight years old; it surprised him. 

She finished preparing the mal and they ate. They talked, but the speech was halting and it was a struggle to communicate in any depth. Still, Jake decided that he liked the woman. He had the thought that she was acting as though she liked him as well.

"Un senor," said Jake wondering if she was married. He'd half decided she was not since the house showed no evidence of anyone of the male persuasion. 

"No husband," she said in English. Things were looking up for him, he decided.

"Uh—sleep the night?" he said, pantomiming the act of sleeping.

"Si," she said. She pointed to the bed along the far wall. The little house had only the one room. 

Jake made a show of saying no and pointed to a corner of the room where he intended to sleep. He was tired, but not tired enough to take the woman's bed.

She laughed. "No, no," she said. "We." She pointed first to herself and then at him and then at the bed. She wanted him to sleep with her!

He shrugged his shoulders in mock surrender and smiled his most benign smile at her.

"Los Banos?" he said. 

She smiled again. She opened the back door and pointed to a small structure abut fifty yards to the rear of the little house.

"An outhouse," he said, looking at her with a degree of surprise if not outright disbelief.

She laughed hugely, "Si," she said. "Outhouse."

"When in Rome," he muttered, as he made the trek to relieve himself.

He returned from doing his business in minutes and was no sooner in the house than she pointed to the soap on the sink and pantomimed washing her hands.

He got the idea and washed up.

******

It was maybe three or four hours later, she had no clock that she motioned him to strip for bed. He was slow to start, and she started unbuttoning his pants herself; she jumped back when she saw his cock cage. 

"Madre Dios!" she intoned.

"My wife," he said.

"Wife?"

"Si," he said. "She made me."

Lorena slowly shook her head in disbelief. She took his imprisoned cock in her hands and looked at the device critically. She dropped his penis and went to the bevy of shelves on the far wall where everything she owned was stored. She came back with a pair of heavyweight scissors. She cut the nylon straps encircling his scrotum and slid the tube off of his manhood. 

Naked and free of his cock cage, she massaged him for a moment and led him to her sleeping couch.

The night was cold, and they cuddled for warmth. Soon she was massaging his cock more vigorously and inevitably it became hard as steel. He fucked her. He treated her gently at first not knowing her limits, but soon he was hammering her vagina like a riveter.

Lorena choked back sobs as the two of them shuddered to a climax. Jake, for his part was thrilled to be with the woman. She wasn't his wife, but his wife had decided to dump him. Lorena couldn't replace Millie, no one could, but for the time being he would play house with Lorena if she'd let him. Things could be worse he thought but didn't say.

Over the next two weeks several things came to light. First, he was immediately hired by Hanson Shoes, a factory close to the house, that produced low cost sneakers for the world market. His skills at mechanics and being a gringo willing to work for three dollars an hour, made him invaluable. This was the factory that Lorena had been pointing to on that first afternoon when they'd met. He was also employed to do liaison with Norte Americanos who had questions or wanted to make large purchases.

Second, he discovered why a relatively sweet woman like Lorena was single. It turned out to be a couple of reasons. First she was barren. Her live-in partner, they had never married, had brutalized her and eventually had hurt her so badly that her female plumbing was ruined forever. Jake felt a quiet rage come over him when he heard that. And, secondly, she had at one time been a prostitute and was therefore damaged goods. She had no children, no money of any significance, and only a life of quiet desperation to look forward to, as George Santayana had phrased it.

Finally, the question he'd asked himself for some days before he'd finally been satisfied with an answer was: why had she taken him in? It seems that after he had slaughtered the impotent punk on that first day; she had hoped that she could convince him to stray and be her protector. She had been raped twice in the past three years: the length of time since her quitting the streets. Plus, there was the threat that when her ex-live-in finally got out of prison, where he'd been since the last time he'd beaten her into insensibility, he might return to reclaim her and she did not have any intention of being reclaimed.

It was quite a smorgasbord of needs and problems this woman had. But, he was just the guy to help her out while at the same time achieving a roof over his head and fodder for his belly. It was win-win for the two of them. Add to all of the above the more than adequate sex, and Jake was ready to settle in for the long haul.

******

The Job at the shoe factory was a busy one, but not all that hard overall. The learning curve was only moderately steep, and by the end of the first year Jake was a promoted. The promotion was a name only thing in terms of responsibilities, but it carried with it a decent raise, that is for Mexico. At any rate he was able to finally put away some savings in the Banco National de Mexico. 

He was paying all of the bills at the house: rent, food, clothes. Lorena was grateful and showed him how much virtually every night unless he was too gassed after a long day to get it up. 

Things were going well, for Jake, but there was hardly an hour that he didn't think of his wife—probably his ex-wife—and how she might be doing. 

Lorena had caught him crying more than once. Being a perceptive woman she knew the signs. Her new man was hurting and longing for his woman. She would comfort him at the right time, but he was a man; he had to be a man and act like one.

Jake couldn't spend his entire life in the factory or in the little house on Diablo Street. He had discovered a tacky little bar cum whorehouse called the Blue Fox. When he was feeling exceptionally mellow he hung out there. The first few times the whores propositioned him mercilessly: he was a gringo, and gringos paid—usually too much. But, after a while they had come to know he was there to hang out and drink a little and then go home, probably to a woman. More than one of the whores considered applying for the job themselves: he was handsome and apparently employed. What else did a girl need?

*******

For months Lorena and Jack kept up their housekeeping relationship. But more and more Jake was thinking of Millie and the last time he'd seen her in the garage. He hadn't been able to handle the humiliation of her demand to apologize to Sam. But after two years, the shock of her demands and the pain of his hurt had dulled. He was thinking of going back. 

He wasn't sure about what he would do if he went back. He knew he would likely end up in prison for jumping the border and leaving the confines of his home. If Millie didn't want him, and he was all but certain that she didn't, he would walk away and never come back. His life would be over regardless. It was likely over already, but because the words between them had never actually been said, he felt he needed the closure. As illogical as it seemed, he needed the closure; all this he had decided. But, there was one other concern: Lorena. She had helped him in his hour of need. He could not just walk away and leave her.

True, he had been the bread winner for her for the past two years. But, if he left her now, she might be in trouble. She'd been in trouble two years before. Finding him had been the solution of the moment then. But now, at age fifty, she faced the increasingly unlikely probability that she would find a suitable man to take care of her. Jake, just couldn't up and leave her high and dry.

One good thing that he had managed to do for himself in the time he'd been in Tijuana, was to build a good work record on the job. He had become close friends with Homer Lazlow, another gringo, and a lawyer, who handled the legal niceties of NAFTA for the firm. He was looking for a reliable bilingual secretary to assist him. 

Homer, who was nearing sixty, had recently been the victim of a devastating divorce. His wife had been cheating on him—the reality of which he had been completely in the dark about— and between her and her lover had robbed him of almost everything he had and had then had the temerity to try and hurt him even worse in the divorce proceedings. 

Jake and Homer had shared many evenings at the Blue Fox commiserating with each other over their respective betrayals by their wives.

"Homer," said Jake, "I think I have someone I would like you to meet."

"Not tonight, Jake, I'm feeling kinda low," said Homer.

"I know. Trust me I am in exactly the same place as are you," said Jake.

"Who?"

"It's a lady. Homer, hear me out. You need someone; shit, both of us do. But I might have the perfect fit for you if you're willing to give it a shot," said Jake.

"Again, who?" said Homer.

"Her name's Lorena," said Jake.

"Lorena! Are you talking about your squeeze? The seniorita you've been shacking up with," said Homer.

"Yes, but she's not my squeeze in the way you mean it. But she is a wonderful woman. And, she is not the betraying kind. You're a good man, Homer. You didn't deserve what your ex did to you. Lorena could do it for you: make you happy," he said.

"You've bedded her?" said Homer. "Right?"

"Yes, regularly. It's very good too. But, we do it because we need it. Both of us knew from the beginning that sooner or later it would end."

"I've never met her, what does she look like?" said Homer.

"She's pretty of course. Prettier than you by a damn sight," laughed Jake. 

"Set up the meet," said Homer. 

"Okay, but treat her right, Homer. She's had some hard times same as you; she doesn't need anymore."

******

Jake and Lorena talked long into the night and then slept.

In the morning a timid Lorena followed her man to the fancy hotel in the center of town where Homer had indicated he wanted to meet with them. Jake had arranged to get the hell outta the way in due course, and let Homer take it from there. If, that was, the proposed match seemed to have some legs.

The breakfast done, Jake excused himself. He had gotten the high sign from Homer.

Lorena looked at his retreating form. "He leaving isn't he?" she said. "I mean for good."

Homer felt a small pang of jealousy about Jake. If he could only find a woman who would feel that sad about him leaving, life would begin to have some meaning for him.

"Yes, I think so," said Homer.

"Lorena, you and I are in the same place," said Homer. "In the hour we've shared here, I will admit to being taken with you: the way you think and talk and look and smell. Lorena, neither of us are spring chickens, but this old rooster is by no means through, and if I am any judge; and I like to think that I am; we could make a go of this." 

"Maybe," she said. Her English in her two years with Jake had vastly improved.

"Lorena, here's the deal. I need an assistant. The pay isn't bad, and has some benefits. You get the job if you want it; Jake has told me a lot about you and at least to that degree, you and I are a good fit. 

"Then, and I don't want to waste time mincing words here, as I said you have captivated me. I'd like to think that we might have some hope of making a go of it relationship-wise. I have my stateside social security and another retirement package when I leave this job in another eight years. I used to have more, but my ex-wife fucked me over pretty good. Anyway, if a relationship does not work for us, you still have the job and a good boss in the bargain," he said, smiling.

"Senor Lazlow..."

"Homer."

"Homer, I accept your deal as you call it. All parts of it. If you are as nice as Jake has told me, we will be fine," she said.

******

Jake never looked back. He was heading back to California, on foot, with exactly what he had left with, with the exception that he had three hundred dollars in his hand-tooled leather wallet. The almost three thousand dollars that he had saved in the bank he had handed over to Lorena. She'd resisted, but he had been adamant. She wouldn't be penniless with him gone. That, and with job that he knew Homer was going to offer her, she would be fine. Her only possible problem might come if her ex-boyfriend ever showed up to harass her, but Homer had been made aware of the possibility and would have taken measures before the day was out.

******

Jake took his time as he walked. He would begin hitch-hiking once he got across the border. That was going to be a problem. He had no passport and he had no California ID. If he were stopped, he could expect to be arrested and sent back to Chico without so much as a by your leave. That must not happen he told himself. He had to see Millie one last time before his world came crashing down around him.

He was wearing the same bomber jacket that he'd had on that day two years before when he'd left. At the border gate he planned to make like a day tourist and bullshit his way across; it was a gamble, but at the busiest part of the day a clean shaven gringo with cash in his pocket and very honest looking face would not be likely to get to close a scrutiny.

He got lucky; the woman at the booth just waived him through with what could only have been described as a "fuck me" smile. He gave her his sexiest grin in return. He padded along to the shops on the west side of the street and came to a small eatery and decided to get something to drink. As he was coming out of the eatery, a limo pulled up alongside of him, and a short well dressed man holding a teddybear approached him. 

"Hello, Jake," said the youthful looking man with the teddybear."

Jake almost panicked. "Do I know you?" He'd first thought FBI, but no, the FBI didn't drive limos to pick up guys like him, and they didn't usually come armed with teddybears. 

"No, but I know your wife," he said.

Jake paled. Speech was not immediately accessible to him. Fortunately he had no need to speak.

"We've been following you all morning. I'm here to talk some sense into you," said the man.

Jake sized him up. The little guy had zero chance against him if it came to blows. But, just as he thought that, a huge Asian exited the limo; the guy had to be six-five and no less than a two-hundred and eighty pounds. Add to that the bulge over his heart, and this was a guy not to be foolin' with on purpose.

"Following me? Sense? What?" stammered Jake.

"I see you've bought a drink. Can we go inside and sit. I'd like a drink too," said the little man.

Jake nodded. 

They talked about a number of things; it was almost like the guy was interviewing him for something: deciding if he was worth his time. Jake decided that he liked the guy. He was strange as hell, but he liked him; and it was clear to Jake that teddybear or not, he was nobody's fool. In the middle of their conversation the guy handed him a set of keys. 




Millie and Jake Ch. 06



"You know how to drive, yes?" said the little guy, whose name he'd discovered was Melvin.

"Of course, but I don't have a license yet," said Jake.

"Don't worry about it. That's yours over there," said Melvin. A well dressed. Tall, thin man in sunglasses pointed to the car, apparently so that there would be no misunderstanding, and then went over to the limo and took up his post there. He and the giant were soon shooting the shit.

"Huh?"

"It's an old car, but it's dependable. Don't get pulled over," smiled Melvin." You don't need the grief."

An hour later. the man in the limo, Melvin, was gone, and Jake had an address. Not an address in the San Fernando Valley where he and Millie had lived together as man and wife. It was a Nevada address; Millie had moved. The man had assured him that Millie did in fact want to see him, but beyond that meager tidbit of information he could not further enlighten him. There was one other thing though that almost made his day. He had finally found out that he had been the recipient of an amnesty and that the cops were not looking for him: he was a free man.

Jake keyed the ignition of the white '59 Ford Fairlane, and armed with a map of California and Nevada was under way.

******



Millie and Jake Ch. 07



Jake drove north. He had no license, but that was the least of his worries. He'd get one of those as soon as he landed somewhere. He wondered about the '59 Ford. It was a true antique. It was bigger than some of the rooms he'd stayed in his younger days. The guy said it was his. But to keep? It didn't matter; it was getting him where he needed to be.

Car to keep or not, he was bent on only one thing: seeing his wife. He knew nothing except where she probably was, Nevada, and that because of Melvin. He had the address of her apartment building but nothing else, and Melvin had cautioned him not to phone her first even if he somehow got the unlisted number. It had only been advice, but the guy seemed to be a pretty smart dude; Jake'd decided to take his advice.

He pulled into a rest stop about fifty miles south of his destination. The place had a diner and showers for truckers and cabana used to—well—rest. He got himself a plate of ham and eggs and toast and the local paper. He read while he ate. It was going on two years since he'd seen anything American in newsprint: two years since he had left his wife and home and run off like some immature kid. Had he grown up, was he just tired of the dreams; he didn't know, not yet.

Having eaten, gassed up, and now feeling refreshed he hit the road once again. He was becoming more and more anxious the closer he got to his goal. Melvin seemed to know what he was talking about, but no matter how smart the guy was seeing his wife for the first time after so long a self-imposed absence might not be the easy page turner that he hoped it would be. In fact, he was certain that at the very least it would likely be a strained meeting.

It was 7:00PM when he wheeled his Ford into the parking lot of her apartment building. The timing of his visit might or might not be good. Would she be home? Who knew? Would she have company, a boyfriend? Jake was terrified, but he was also fatalistic.

He sat and gazed up at the second floor windows. He guessed at which one might be 203. There was a light on in the window, but that could mean anything. His stomach was churning. He got out, donning his jacket in the doing; it was cold. The desert was always cold at night. His steps uncertain, he made his way to the staircase and climbed it though his legs were like lead.

He stood in front of the door to 203 for a full minute before raising his fist to rap on it. He finally did so. He was prepared to be sent packing and he was prepared to be treated coldly. He was even prepared to find another man inside courting her. He'd thought it all out. He was also prepared to feel the worst he had ever felt in his life. Going on two years, and now it was almost time to end it.

He heard footsteps. She opened the door. 

She stood there transfixed in shock. Her arms hung limp at her sides. Her brow wrinkled. Tears welled up in her eyes. Her arms began to rise in supplication at the sight of her man returned. "Jake I—"

"Millie, I want to come back," he said. He waited. 

"Jake, come in."

She sat on the sofa. He took the chair across from her. They stared at each other.

"Millie, do you still want me? I'll go if you say so; let's not prolong this if you want me to leave.

"It's been a long time. Nothing else need be said if you have moved on. I thought that I had, but I have never been able to get you out of my mind. 

"Some guy named Melvin came out of nowhere and told me you'd be interested in seeing me again. He also said to get on my knees and beg your forgiveness."

He got down on his knees. "I beg your forgiveness, Millie," he said. "Even if Sam has taken my place I still beg your forgiveness."

"Sam? Oh no. Sam is gone. I sent him packing right after you—"

Jake began to feel hope. "You mean—there's no one else. Or, is there someone else? I'm just—I don't know. I guess I'm saying, just tell me what you want," he said.

"Jake there is no one else. No one who has taken your place. There is a lot of water under the bridge though. Jake and you and I need to talk. But, no, there is no one else. I've had dates, but nothing serious. Not at all." She was trying to get as much information out in front of her as possible; she didn't want something she hadn't said biting her in the ass later. She didn't know where it came from, but she was using her head. She did not want to blow this!

He smiled the smile of a man whose sentence had been commuted. "I love you," he said. "That never changed."

"Where were you, Jake?"

"Mexico. I shacked up with a gal down there for a while. She kinda saved me at a time when; well, I needed saving," he said.

"Jake, welcome back." She flung herself into his arms and they hugged and kissed for a long time. "Can I stay here with you tonight?" he said. He knew the answer, but he wasn't taking anything for granted until she gave him the all clear.

"Yes. It's our home, Jake. Of course you'll be staying. I sentence you to life here."

"Thank you, my darling wife, my warden; I really, really love you.

"Can I ask? You moved to Nevada?" he said.

"Yes, I needed to get away from Sam. And, I needed a job." Suddenly she saw a barrier that had to be breached or it could turn him against her once again.

"A job? Yes, of course, you're obviously not working at Johnson's market any more. So what are you doing?" he said.

She was silent for a moment. "Jake I needed a job right away. I had to get away from Sam. And well, one thing led to another. So—"

"So?"

"Jake, I'm an escort like Jill. We work at the same place."

He seemed confused. "But, Jill's a—"

"A prostitute, Jake, and so am I. And, Jake, I like the work and I'd like to keep doing it. Are you okay with that? And just so you'll know. The guy who found you, Melvin Cort, is one of my clients. He's rich and has all kinds of contacts ad stuff. He used them to find you for me, I guess."

Jake was stunned. "But a pros..."

"Jake, if you really don't' want me to—I'll quit. I want to stay in the business; it's good for me, but I will quit if you say to." She was gambling that he would let her have her way in this. If he asked her to quit it, she'd have to now; but what she absolutely didn't want was him to think she was giving him yet another ultimatum. But, all of that considered, she was gambling that he would allow her to do what she wished; he had come all of the way back to see her and had apologized on his knees.

"No, no, you can keep the job if it is what you want. I just want us to be together," he said.

She threw her arms around him and hugged him close to her. "I love you and need you." She said.

******

The next few days were a whirlwind. Millie took an unscheduled vacation and they went up to Vegas for a few days of wild loving and getting caught up. On the last day of their time in Vegas, they were sitting in a bar at one of the lesser spots downtown.  

"Sounds like we both have some odds and ends to take care of," said Millie.

"For sure," said Jake. "I do have to make it up to Jimmy. He didn't deserve to get cut out on like that. And also to Lorena; I owe her a lot."

"No Jimmy didn't deserve to be abandoned like that. But, Raymond and Andy have taken care of him in that regard," said Millie. "And, I understand your concern for that lady in Tijuana too. On my side of the coin, I have to make it up to Jill and to those high rollers that she was depending on me to entertain this week."

"Lucky guys," said Jake. 

"Jake?"

"Yeah?" he said.

"I would like you to come to Cupid's on Wednesday night, but come early. I need you to be there, okay?" she said.

"Sure, but why?" he said. 

"You need to see what it is that I do. You need to know that it's no threat to you. I have something planned, and you need to cooperate, okay?"

"Honey, whatever you say is a done deal as far as I'm concerned. So, if you need me to be there; then, I'll be there," he said.

"Good. Wednesday at 7:00 then. Don't disappoint me big guy. Don't be sittin' in front of that TV watchin' some game. I really want you to be there; it's important to me."

"I won't disappoint you. But, what is it you need me to do?"

"You'll see, she said. "Just be there."

"Okay already, I'll be there," he said in mock irritation.

******

Jake dressed up for his visit to Cupid's. Since Millie had gotten him to commit to coming to see her there, he had given it a lot of thought. He'd at first not really wanted her to remain a party to such a life. Not that he was a prig or anything; but it was just the image that such a career conjured that caused him to be not in favor of her continuing in such a pursuit. Nevertheless, since she had let him know that she liked the life and that she wished to continue, and had by the way asked for his approval, he had acquiesced to her wishes.

He would be respectful to all of the employees, he had decided, not just Millie and Jill. He'd only seen Jill a few times since he'd gotten back in the saddle with Millie, but they had pretty much hit it off and picked up where they had left off going on two years earlier.

He was waiting in the anteroom. Only the girl at the reception desk was around. He'd asked about Millie twice, and was beginning to feel a little bit put out with Millie for letting him cool his heels as he was.

He heard footsteps coming down the hall. A tall blond girl dressed in a satin leotard appeared and smiled in his direction. 

"You for me?" she said.

"No, no. I'm here for Millie," said Jake.

She looked at him funny. "Oh, you mean Claire," said the girl. "Not many of our visitors know our real names," she said. "You caught me off guard. You must be an old friend."

"No, no," he said. "I'm her husband."

"Oh my gawd, of course! You're Jake. Claire has told me so much about you. Good to meet you," she said.

Jake felt uncomfortable. He hadn't known Millie's professional name; hell, he hadn't known she even had one. It sounded odd to hear someone refer to her as someone other than Millie. "Thank you," he said.

"Well, Millie will be right out I am sure. I'll let her know you're here. By the way, my name's Kerry."

"Thanks again, Kerry," said Jake.

Kerry blew him a kiss and hurried back down the hallway. Probably had a client, thought Jake.

One minute later, Millie came down the hall toward him, but she was not alone. There was a big black guy with his arms around her shoulders kissing her and copping a feel as they came.

"That was great, Claire," he said, as he disengaged himself from her and left through the side door of the anteroom.

"Well, lover," she said to her husband. "Got any money on you?"

"Yeah, I think so, maybe a $100," he said.

"Let me have it," she said.

He looked at her funny, but he dug out his wallet and passed her four twenties and two tens: virtually his entire cache of funds.

Millie handed the money to the girl at the desk. 

"Half hour," said the girl.

"Yes," said Millie.

"Millie, what was that all about," said Jake, glancing back toward the girl that had taken his money.

"You have me for half an hour," said Millie smiling at him.

"What!"

"You're a client tonight, big guy, and I'm gonna show you the same time and courtesy that I showed that big guy you just saw, and all of the others who pay to do me," she said. "Oh, and I'm Claire, not Millie here, okay?"

"Uh—yeah—okay," he said.

"Whaddya want to do, mister?" said Millie, in a tone of voice he'd never heard before.

"Huh?"

"Whaddya wanna do? The clock is running," she said.

Jake was finally getting what the hell was going on: he was nothing but was client for the next half hour, no more no less, and it had cost him $100! Geezsus. Well, he decided, he may as well get his money's worth.

"You only get to cum once, so choose well," she said. "And, it's over in 26 minutes regardless," she added.

"Okay, ma'am," he said. I'd like to butt fuck you. Okay?"

Her eyes widened. She had not expected that. She had done it once, but it was in the first week that she had been with Cupid's. Now this "customer" wanted it again, and she knew how big his dick was. It was a daunting challenge. But she was game. This was his exposure to her work place, and it had to be real. She wouldn't turn down anything so long as she didn't get hurt; that was the only uncrossable line.

"You got it, it big boy," she said. "Drop those trousers."

Millie was dressed in a thin floral print sundress-like garment, strapless and short. She wore no panties. She wouldn't need to take the dress off unless the client asked her too; he hadn't.

Jake lowered his pants but left his shirt on. He was going to fuck her in the ass; he didn't need to be topless since he would be behind her.

"Just minute, trooper." She moved over to a sideboard and pulled out a jar of KY. If she was going to be butt fucked, she was going to make sure the pain was minimal. She gave it to him to apply. She bent over and braced her hands on the seat of a chair and waited for him to smear the miracle goo in her crack and the shallower depths of her anus. "Smear it on your boner too," she said, smiling at him.

"What makes you think that I'm gonna use any of this," he said, apparently seriously.

"Wha—"

"Never mind, I was just kidding," he said. He smeared it liberally inside of her most secret passage and very liberally on his raging hardon. Then he pressed himself against the tight, almost virginal opening, and pushed. He popped in easily—easily for him that is. 

Millie swallowed hard and was more than mildly stressed to maintain her composure as her cruel master began his tortuous assault on her asshole.

Jake for his part had decided to enjoy it as much as he could, after all, he had paid big bucks for the privilege.

As his rhythmic pumping continued into its fourth minute he began to feel himself building to a climax; he slowed; he didn't want to finish so soon. He had at least fifteen minutes left on the clock. He stopped completely for a full minute. Millie looked over her shoulder at him. What she saw was a man with his eyes closed, meditating on the glories that he was profaning. She smiled inwardly.

He began again and her discomfort began to subside and was replaced by a certain lustful sense. She wasn't near a climax, but the mental image of what her client was doing to her turned her on. She'd have to think about going home and fucking her husband into insensibility when she got off work; oh, and making him eat every milligram of cum that didn't leak out of her pussy regardless of how much she was able to glean for the evening's work.

She felt him quiver. He stiffened and started ramming her fiercely. He exploded inside of her, filling her butt with his seed.

He pulled out, took two steps and plopped down on the couch pulling her with him. Their sweat swathed bodies lay entwined and the only sounds were of the twin heavings of their breathless states.

The clock ticked down to zero. Millie straightened her dress. "Was it good for you mister?" she said in her most professional tone. She was laying it on a little thick, but in truth, he was getting her regular routine for the usual straight-arrow client. Jake would not understand someone like Melvin, or some of the other rather bizarre proclivities of some of her clients, but the unusual were perhaps but 25 percent of her clientele in any case. Most guys just wanted to fuck her and that without much fanfare or foreplay.

Jake nodded. He had yet to catch his breath.

"I don't get many requests for butt fucking; you were a revelation," she said.

"I am happy to further your education at any time you say," he said, trying to be funny and not doing too good a job of it.

"You know, it's customary for a guy to tip his hostess for the evening if he enjoyed himself," she said very seriously.

"Huh?"

"What's the matter big spender? Out of cash?"

"Well, yes, I'm afraid so. I mean, Millie..."

"Claire."

"Claire, what in hell are you talking about?'

"Never mind, sport, just get outta here, okay. I'm waitin' on some payin' gentlemen, not deadbeats."

He stumbled as she half pushed and half led the confused male out of the room and back toward the anteroom. 

He tried to kiss her goodbye, but she turned her cheek to him to receive it instead, and he had to leave less than satisfied with his evening at the whorehouse. He only hoped she was merely acting out how things really were for her at Cupid's.

******

It was almost midnight. Cupid's was closed and Jill and her soulsister were nursing cups of Chamomile tea. 

"So, how did it go; you can tell me," said Jill. She was smirking when she said it. 

"I think he got the idea," said Millie. "He won't be jealous of any of my clients now, not for banging me at any rate."

"Hmm, well, that has to be good news, I guess," said Jill. "I treated Danny to the same dose of reality years ago, and he never complained about my job again. He sometimes asks me about it though. I think he likes to hear the gory details; it's a turn on for him, I think. So, be ready if your repatriated hubby starts in with the questions."

"I will. I think I better get my ass home though. I laid on it him pretty tough tonight," said Millie.

"Yeah, well it sounds to me like he already got his revenge," said Jill.

"No doubt about that," said Millie, ruefully. "He drilled me pretty good for damn sure. Geezsus how he went after my butt! The day will come when he will pay for that one, but not tonight, and not too soon. We're still building our base back up, and we have a long way to go. I still think he may still harbor some ill will toward me for taking Sam Jacobs' side two years ago."

"Well, do what you have to do. 

"Anyway, get on home. I'll close up. I have a well trained slave leaving more than a lit candle out for me," said Jill.

******

It was almost 1:00AM when Millie dragged in. Jake was up and ready for her. He handed her a glass of wine and he had actually lit a candle and had it burning in the center of the dining table; all other lights were off.

"That was a helluva demonstration you put on for me tonight," he said.

Millie looked serious. "You had to know," she said. "I didn't want you imagining things down the line. It's the kind of business that could make a husband very nervous. I do not ever want you to be nervous." 

He nodded his understanding of her motive. "Millie, I want things to be like they were. Can we?" he said.

"What do you mean?" she said. "We're back and in love and doing all of the right things."

"No, I don't mean that. I want you to cuckold me again, and I don't mean with paying customers; that's not the same thing." 

It made her happy that he didn't think of her paying customers as anything all that serious or important.

"While I was in prison it was all I could think of. I've never really told you, not really, but I got off knowing you were doing it with other guys. I am pretty sure you got off knowing I knew too," he said. 

She placed a soft hand on his arm. "Jake, cuckolding you is what almost destroyed our marriage. I don't think I could get into it again, not like before. Working at Cupid's there is some of that, but without the threat to you."

"Honey, you needn't worry about me, I mean about a repeat of what I did two years ago. I was jealous, I admit, but it was mainly because Sam seemed to pose a threat to me. I know now that I was just mad because he chose me off and you seemed to take his side. I realize you were not, but at the time it seemed like it. I was being an idiot then, but I have learned my lesson."

"Jake, I don't know. I like things the way they are..."

"Honey, Millie, I know you've had a good time with some fellows while I've been down south. Don't you want to continue meeting with them from time to time?"

He'd hit a homerun with his last remark. "Jake, I don't know. Raymond, and maybe a couple of other guys would like it a lot, and I will admit so would I, if they could still hope to get into my pants from time to time. But, Jake, it is you I love, and I do not want to ever again have our marriage threatened. Jake, the truth is, that the only thing that keeps me from cuckolding you is the fact that I cannot trust your temper, not in something like this."




Millie and Jake Ch. 07



"I knew that's what you thought. That's why I have come up with an idea," he said.

"An idea?"

"Yes. Before you just kind of told me what you were going to do, and we didn't really have any experience or way to know what was what. But, now we know a lot more about the pitfalls. The biggest one is that I was not ready. You were ready, but I was not, even though I thought that I was. 

"The fault, Mil, was yours."

"What?"

"Hear me out. It was yours, because you didn't train me well enough, in fact, hardly at all. This time you have to do that, train me I mean."

"That's your idea?"

"Yes, well, partly," he said. 

"And the other part?"

He hesitated. His next words would be the ones that would set the tone for the rest of his life and hers. "Millie, I was a fool two years ago. I was even a bigger fool four years ago when I got my ass thrown in prison. I need you to be the boss in this marriage. I need you to train me to be the husband that I am pretty sure I can be."

"I intend, my husband, to be the boss in this family. I have to do that; I know it and you know it. But, trust you to not go off the deep end again? What evidence is there that you could control yourself?" she said. "And before you say anything, let me say that protecting you and me and our marriage is everything; and I mean everything. Nothing else really matters."

"The first evidence will be the way I accept my punishment for what I've done," said Jake.

"Come again."

"I need you to punish me, and punish me severely. The way I take my medicine, the way that I 'intend' to take my medicine, will prove that I can learn from my mistakes and that I am indeed trainable."

"Punishment?"

"Yes, severe and witnessed punishment. I would like it if Jill and Raymond, your lover Raymond, and Andy and Daniel, and anybody else you think useful, to witness me getting it."

"You are referring to corporal punishment, obviously?" she said.

"Yes. A hundred with the strap or switch. Or, whatever amount and with whatever instrument you think would prove my sincerity," he said.

"A hundred. You'd be lucky to survive a hundred," she said, almost sarcastically.

"It would be pretty rough, I know," he said. "But then, that's the idea isn't it."

She stared at him. "You really want this? You want me to cuckold you..."

"Yes, and I mean it," he said.

She nodded slowly, not even realizing what she was doing except perhaps on some subconscious level.

******

The darkened room at Cupid's had several folding chairs lined up against the left said of the room from the entrance. In the center of the room, perhaps twenty feet from the line of chairs, was a pillory. It was designed for the B&D games favored by some of Cupid's customers. But, it was not a toy pillory. It was heavily constructed and made to last a thousand years, or so it seemed to those who had ever been subject to its favors. 

Jake's head and arms were already locked into the device; Kerry had done the honors at Millie's request. Jake waited naked and nervous for Millie to come back into the room. She had stripped him and left him to be locked into the pillory by Kerry, while she went to do something, he knew not what. 

Seated in the chairs, now, and silent were Jill and Raymond and Andy. Also seated was Kerry, and Leslie the receptionist. Finally, Melvin had been allowed to join the group; he held a Teddy bear, but otherwise was well dressed and business-like.

Millie had counseled the assembly that they were to make no sound. No heckling or cheering or any demonstration whatsoever was to be allowed. These were the ground rules that Jake and Millie had worked out in planning his punishment.

Millie leaned against the wall outside in the hallway; she was alone. She had needed a few minutes to get herself together. Her eyes were closed. She hoped that she was doing the right thing. She breathed deeply. She loved her husband. She thought she understood his motive in wanting to prove to her that he was a born cuckold and desirous of pleasing her. But, what in the world had given him the idea that he had to be so severely punished to accomplish his goal? Well, she'd made the decision, or they had, and now it was time. She headed back into the room.

"It's time, Jake," she said.

He winced at her words; this was not going to be fun, but it was necessary. She noticed his raging hardon, everyone in the room did. For the moment, Jake was very turned on. In truth all of the males in the audience were, and also in truth no less the females.

It was like a medieval execution: the witnesses all silent and solemn as the condemned stood waiting on the gallows. But, in this case it was the pillory. Jake Carson was about to suffer extreme duress at the hands of the woman he loved.

*********

He cried, no howled as she leveled the strap at his butt and whipped him mercilessly for half an hour, but then it was over. He was released. She comforted him as he knelt on the floor, naked, chastised, penitent. He had proved himself, and was ready for his role as her cuckold.

"Jake, Raymond is coming home with us tonight; he's going to fuck me and you're going to watch us and serve us as we require."

"Yes, ma'am, of course."

She went over to a side table and picked up two objects that had been there. "Your cock cage and your panties, Jake; I need you back into them." She put them on him and then kissed him tenderly.

******

THE END