Awakenings

[Goodhusband]

 

As I climbed into bed next to Jeanne she whispered, "Michael, I'm sorry I fucked up our life."

 

After pulling up the covers, I said; "Jeanne you didn't fuck up or life, in fact I'm starting to believe that you spiced it up."

 

"I hope that's true."

 

I gently kissed Jeanne's forehead and whispered, "I love you Jeanne."

 

She murmured, "I love you too Michael" and then she was asleep.

 

I kissed her again, draped my arm across her shoulder and was asleep in seconds.

 

The next morning I was awake at 6:30. Jeanne was still sound asleep so I quietly dressed and slipped out of the motel room. There was a Starbucks eight blocks away. I bought two large coffees, two bottles of orange juice and two sweet rolls.

 

When I returned to the motel room Jeanne was awake. She was sitting at the desk naked typing on my computer.

 

As I set the coffee, juice and sweet rolls on the desk next to her I said; "I have to admit that when I walk into my motel room I love finding a beautiful naked woman typing on my computer."

 

Jeanne laughed. "And I have to admit that I love a handsome man who brings me coffee, orange juice and a sweet roll in the morning."

 

"Good morning Jeanne."

 

"Good morning Michael"

 

"Any good emails?"

 

"I remind you that I don't know your email address."

 

"It's a Yahoo account." I gave Jeanne the address. 

 

She logged on to Yahoo and typed in the address. "What's your password?"

 

I gave it to her. As she typed it in she said; "Your openness about your email account suggests that you're no longer going to be incommunicado."

 

"I'm sorry Jeanne. I was hurt. I needed some time alone to heal."

 

"I understand. I'm sorry I hurt you."

 

Jeanne picked up one of the bottles of orange juice. As she took a sip she said; "You have an email from Ruth."

 

"You can open it."

 

"Are you sure? Michael, I was out line when I asked you for your password. I was being intrusive. I'm sorry, I'm just so eager to be part of your life again."

 

"Jeanne you're my wife. You have every right to be part of my life."

 

"Do I Michael? I worry that I may have forsaken that when I decided to start dating."

 

"No Jeanne, you didn't. I very much want you to be part of my life."

 

Jeanne sighed, "We're both feeling a little insecure right now, aren't we."

 

"Yes we are, but I don't want that. I want us to start trusting each other again."

 

"I want that too."

 

"Trust starts with the little things. Why don't you go ahead and open Ruth's email."

 

"Okay."

 

"Would you read it aloud."

 

"Of course." After taking another sip of her orange juice, Jeanne read; "Dear Michael, everything is going well at the office. Bernie Kyle is turning out to be an excellent assistant for Jason. When you return I hope that we can find a permanent place for him with the firm."

 

Looking up at me, Jeanne said; "That's good news, isn't it?"

 

"Yes it is."

 

Jeanne continued. "Did Jeanne arrive in San Francisco yesterday? Michael she was devastated about your telephone call Wednesday evening. She was desperate to talk to you. If she did get there I hope you didn't send her away. I believe that she really does love you. She calls me twice a day to find out if I have any news about you."

 

I was watching Jeanne. She looked up at me. There was a tear running down her cheek. I got two tissues from the box on the bedside table and brought them to her. As she dried her eyes I kissed her forehead and whispered, "I love you too."

 

"Michael, I'm so confused. I love you so much and I'm afraid I'm pushing you away. I don't want to lose you, but I need to do this. This is the life I want, but I want it with you."

 

"We're both trying to work it out. We're talking now. That will help."

 

"I'm so glad I came out here."

 

"I am too."

 

"Would you like to hear the rest of Ruth's email?"

 

"Yes." I kissed Jeanne again and then I sat down on the edge of the bed.

 

Jeanne started reading again. "I'm beginning to understand Jeanne's new life style choice. David and I are still playing our game and he's becoming increasingly frank about his desire to see me date another man. He's actually encouraging me to renew my acquaintance with Nick Granger. If you remember, I mentioned Nick in an earlier email. He was the man I was dating when I met David. While Nick was fabulous in bed and it was fun to spend time with him, he was lazy and irresponsible. There was no way I would have ever considered marrying him. Still I had fun with him and now David is making it clear that he not only wouldn't mind if I started dating Nick again, it would excite him."

 

Jeanne paused to take another sip of her orange juice and then she continued. "I was having a hard time understanding how David could actually be urging me to date another man. I was even wondering if he was trying to get rid of me, but then he showed me the web sites. Michael there are an amazing number of web sites about this life style. It even has a name. It's called cuckolding or wife sharing. Apparently this is a common male fantasy. In a cuckold relationship a wife is free to date other men and she does it with her husband's blessing. The wives are called hot wives and their husband are their cuckolds. At first the term cuckold seemed like a disparaging name to me, but as I read the stories and articles on the web sites I realized that the men who have this fantasy don't view it that way."

 

I asked Jeanne, "Did you know about these web sites?" 

 

Pausing, Jeanne looked at me and nodded. "Tricia showed them to me. Since that evening when I announced that I was going to start dating Derek Fischer, this is the first time we've really had a chance to talk. I haven't told you about them because I thought we had more important things to discuss."

 

"I agree."

 

"Would you like to hear the rest of Ruth's email?"

 

"Yes."

 

Jeanne started reading again. "After looking at the web sites together David told me that he wants to be my cuckold. He said that he doesn't understand it. He knows that this isn't something husbands are supposed to want, but he does want it. We stayed up almost the entire night talking. He told me he knows that I love him and he loves me too. It would just be sex and he hopes that both of us will enjoy it. Michael, I have to admit that I'm intrigued by the idea. Sex with Nick Granger was incredible. Being able to occasionally enjoy him and still have the love and security I get from David would be wonderful. Still, I'm scared. I love David. I love our life together. I'm afraid that this could blow up and destroy everything.

 

Life certainly can be complicated.

 

Please email me and let me know what's happening with you and Jeanne.

 

Love 

 

Ruth"

 

Jeanne looked at me and smiled. "She's right about that, life certainly can be complicated."

 

"That's the truth."

 

"Michael, before you look at the web sites I need to warn you about something."

 

"Okay."

 

"Many of the stories and articles on those sites have a strong dominant submissive tone to them. The hot wives are often dominant and their cuckold husbands are often submissive."

 

"You mean like Tricia and Paul."

 

"Yes and I think maybe David too. Ruth has said some things to me that make me believe that."

 

"You're worried that the dominant submissive part of the stories might bother me."

 

"Yes."

 

I thought for a moment and then I said; "Yesterday morning it might have, but I don't think it will now. Our discussion last night helped me a lot. I'm starting to look at all of this from a new perspective. Jeanne I've always been a sexually oriented man. Ever since I was a teenager I've enjoyed erotica in all its forms."

 

Jeanne giggled, "You mean dirty stories, dirty pictures and dirty movies. I know that Michael. Last night I told you that it used to bother me, but it doesn't anymore. Now I'm happy that you enjoy all of that."

 

"That's what I'm talking about. For most of our married life you were rather inhibited."

 

"You mean I was a prude."

 

Laughing, I said; "Okay you were a prude, but you're not a prude anymore. Suddenly you've become a sexually adventurous woman."

 

"You mean a slut, I turned into a slut."

 

Still laughing, I said; "You enjoy being direct, don't you."

 

"Yes I do." Jeanne was grinning.

 

"That's what I'm finding so exciting about our new life. You've become so open and direct. You enjoy sex. Suddenly our life is filled with adventure. I don't think I'm submissive, but reading about people who enjoy that fantasy will be fun. Being able to discuss it with you will be even more fun."

 

"Michael I'm glad you feel that way. I wish you'd come home with me."

 

Shaking my head, I said, "I wish I could; but I can't, not yet."

 

"I understand. You still need time to process all of this and you're right, I need more time too." 

 

"We still have all day today, all day tomorrow and Sunday morning."

 

Jeanne nodded. "And I want to enjoy every minute of that time."

 

"Let's answer Ruth's email and then if I remember correctly, we were going to take a shower together. "

 

"That was the plan and after our shower I believe we were planning to do a little experimenting with oral sex."

 

"I'm quite certain you're correct. Let's write to Ruth."

 

"Okay."

 

I stood behind Jeanne while she typed.

 

"Dear Ruth

 

I did get here. Michael and I had a wonderful evening. We talked and fucked until well after midnight. This morning we're going to spend an hour or two investigating the joys of oral sex and then we're going sight seeing and shopping. Michael has offered to help me select some erotic art for my new playroom.

 

Michael and I were both pleased to hear about the new developments in your sexual fantasies and role playing. It sounds like you and David are having fun. 

 

We understand your concerns about taking your fantasies to the next level. Be cautious, take your time. You don't have to rush into anything. Thoroughly discuss each decision you make. I wish I'd spent more time talking to Michael before I started dating other men."

 

Keep us posted on what's happening.

 

Love 

 

Jeanne and Michael"

 

Jeanne asked, "How's that?"

 

"It's perfect, send it."

 

After sending the email Jeanne said, "Let's finish our coffee and rolls and then it will be time for our shower."

 

"I like this plan."

 

We took a long hot shower together. Jeanne washed me. I washed her. After drying each other we jumped into bed and started playing. We took turns going down on each other. We talked about what was pleasing and what wasn't. It was fun to be so open.

 

For a grand finale I licked Jeanne's ass while I rubbed her clit. After she orgasmed she licked my ass while she masturbated me to a climax. It was a wonderful way to start the day.

 

We spent the rest of the morning and the early afternoon shopping and sight seeing. In The Castro we found a number of shops selling a wide variety of erotica. While much of it was gay oriented there was also quite a bit of heterosexual art and jewelry. The merchants in The Castro didn't discriminate.

 

In one of the shops we found a anklet with a heart shaped charm that had the initials H W inscribed on it. I purchased it for Jeanne. As I was putting it on her I asked, "which ankle?" Jeanne and the shop clerk agreed that it should go on the her left ankle. That was generally accepted as a sign that she was available.

 

Once I'd fastened the anklet the clerk said, "I have another piece of jewelry that might interest you." He opened a display case behind the counter and took out a silver neck chain with a round silver pendant attached to it. He handed it to Jeanne.

 

She looked at it. Smiling, she showed it to me. One side of the pendant had an engraved drawing of a pair of shapely female legs in nylon stockings The phrase; "I love it when she's naughty" was inscribed on the opposite side. 

 

Jeanne asked. "Would you wear this?"

 

I laughed, but then realizing that Jeanne was serious, I asked; "Can I wear it under my shirt?"

 

Obviously surprised that I'd even consider wearing it, Jeanne said; "Of course."

 

Shrugging, I said; "Sure, why not."

 

"Really?"

 

"If it's under my shirt the only people who'll see it will be people who understand." Still laughing I added. "Right now that's a pretty small group."

 

Giggling, Jeanne turned to the shop clerk and said, "We'll take it."

 

I handed him my credit card. As he was processing it Jeanne slipped the chain over my head. As she tucked the pendant under my shirt she whispered, "I am so hot right now."

 

I winked at her and then I turned to the clerk and signed the credit card slip.

 

In the next block we found a store that specialized in erotic art. Jeanne and I picked out several prints and arranged to have them framed and shipped home.

 

We spent the rest of the day sight seeing. That evening we had dinner at The Cliff House. 

 

After dinner Jeanne asked, "That golf course you like so much, does it have a parking lot?"

 

"It does."

 

"Is it dark and deserted?"

 

"Right now it is."

 

"Let's go there."

 

We drove to the golf course and parked in a dark corner of the lot. Jeanne pulled her seat forward and got out of my Escape. "Pull your seat all the way forward and get in the back seat with me."

 

Realizing what was about to happen I excitedly pulled the driver's seat forward and joined Jeanne in the back seat.

 

As soon as we were settled, she unbuttoned her blouse and whispered, "Unfasten my brassiere so you can play with my tits."

 

Slipping my hands under Jeanne's blouse; I reached behind her and unclasped her brassiere, freeing her large breasts. At the same time Jeanne unbuckled my belt, pulled down my zipper, opened my trousers and pulled my erect cock out of my boxer shorts.

 

As she bent over Jeanne said, "This is how I do it behind Brady's Pub." And then she slipped my cock into her mouth and started sucking me.

 

I closed my eyes and played with Jeanne's breasts while I imagined her in a dark parking lot behind a noisy pick up bar doing this same thing with a man she'd just met. At that moment I loved having a slut wife.

 

I was excited. It wasn't long before the sensations of pleasure began building in my loins. Sensing my growing excitement Jeanne sucked me even more vigorously. I gasped as my first spurt of semen erupted into Jeanne's mouth. She kept sucking me.

 

After I finished ejaculating Jeanne took my softening penis out her mouth and sat up. She smiled at me. Her lower lip was coated with my fresh semen. "I love sucking your cock. I wish I hadn't wasted all those years as an uptight prude."

 

Smiling back at her, I said; "You'll just have to make up for lost time." and then I kissed her. After we kissed I took out my handkerchief and wiped my cum off of both of your faces.

 

As I was putting my handkerchief away Jeanne said; "I'm still surprised that you're willing to do that."

 

"You mean kiss you when your lips are coated with my cum."

 

"Yes."

 

"It doesn't bother you, so it shouldn't bother me either."

 

"You really do have an open mind about sex."

 

Chuckling, I said; "It's the result of a life time spent reading quality pornography."

 

Jeanne laughed. "I wish I'd been reading it with you."

 

"I wish you had too."

 

For a moment we looked at each other wistfully and then I said; "Let's go back to the motel."

 

Grinning, Jeanne said; "Wanna fuck me when we get back there?"

 

"Damn right."

 

Jeanne opened her door. As she got out of the back seat she said, "Let's go. I've got an itch that needs serious scratching."

 

As soon as we were both settled in the front seats I started my Escape and drove out of the deserted golf course parking lot.

 

On the way back to the motel, Jeanne asked; "Did you enjoy that?"

 

"Very much, it's easy to understand why you enjoy going to Brady's"

 

"Does it bother you that I do that?"

 

I considered Jeanne's question for a moment and then I said; "Not really, after experiencing it I realize that it's pretty impersonal. It really is nothing more than lust in its purest form."

 

"I'm glad you feel that way."

 

"Want to know something else."

 

"Definitely."

 

"While you were doing it I was imagining you doing it to a strange man behind Brady's"

 

"Really?"

 

"Yeah."

 

"Michael, that is so hot."

 

Taking a quick glance at Jeanne I smiled and said; "What can I say? At heart I'm a voyeur."

 

"And I'm a slut. The two kinks go together rather nicely, don't they."

 

"I'm beginning to realize that."

 

As soon as we got into our motel Jeanne said, "Take off your sports coat and sit down on the edge of the bed."

 

"Why?"

 

"Please, just humor me."

 

"Okay." I took off my sports jacket, hung it in the closet and then I sat on the edge of the bed.

 

Once I was settled Jeanne kneeled at my feet. As soon as she started removing my shoes and socks I knew what she was planning to do. Smiling up at me she said, "If you want me to do this with Trent you're going to have to let me do it for you first."

 

"I like this plan a lot." I was laughing.

 

After removing my shoes and socks Jeanne took off my trousers and boxer shorts. My cock was already erect again. She laid my trousers neatly across the desk and then she turned and said, "I don't have any music."

 

"That's okay, we can pretend."

 

Jeanne smiled and then she started swaying her hips to the beat of an imaginary song. Staring into my eyes, she slowly unbuttoned her black satin blouse and pulled it open exposing her black lace brassiere. After dancing with her blouse open for a few seconds she slipped it off of her shoulders, tossed it on the desk and continued dancing. Now she was wearing only her brassier, skirt, high heels and lingerie.

 

Enchanted, I watched. This was a voyeur's dream.

 

Lasciviously licking her lips, Jeanne reached behind her back and unclasped her brassiere. For a moment she held the cups in place while she danced for me and then slowly, tantalizingly she inched them off until her gorgeous breasts were fully @@@@@@@. 

 

For a moment Jeanne waved her brassiere above her head while she danced topless for me and then she tossed it across the room. As it landed on top of the dresser she reached down, grasped the hem of her skirt and began hiking it up her nylon stocking covered thighs. Once again she moved slowly, deliberately; her hips and her pendulous breasts swaying to the beat of the imaginary music.

 

I watched, but as I watched a thought crept into my mind. The previous evening I'd suggested to Jeanne that she do this for Trent Peters. A moment ago she told me that before she could do this for Trent she wanted to do it for me. My wife of twenty-seven years was planning to perform this same dance for another man. I was suddenly flooded with a myriad of emotions. Jealousy and hurt came first, but they were quickly overwhelmed by lust and what I could only call a form of voyeurism. I realized that knowing my wife would soon be doing this in front of another man made it even more exciting for me. 

 

For a brief moment I felt ashamed about my perverted attitude, but the utter thrill of what I was watching and thinking quickly vanquished my feelings of self-reproach. Instead I said, "Trent is going to love this."

 

Jeanne stopped and stared at me. After a moment she started to say, "Michael, I'm doing this for you, not..." But then she stopped herself. Noticing the unabashed lust in my eyes, she said; "That makes it more exciting for you, doesn't it?"

 

Shame started to worm its way back into my psyche. I looked away. Understanding how fragile I was Jeanne sat down next to me and whispered; "It's all right. This is who we are. I'm a slut and you're a voyeur. There's nothing to be ashamed about. In fact it makes us a perfect match for each other. We're both going to enjoy this new lifestyle."

 

Nodding, I said; "I know that, but it's still going to take time before I'm fully comfortable with these feelings."

 

"You have a life time of conditioning to overcome."

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"I do."

 

"But you will be able to overcome your inhibitions just like I overcame mine." Jeanne quickly added; "Michael, when we're together I promise you that you're going to enjoy the best sex any man has ever experienced."

 

"I already am. This weekend has been fantastic."

 

"And it's still only Friday night."

 

Grinning, I said; "I know that."

 

"Do you want me to continue my dance?"

 

My confidence restored, I said; "Yes I do."

 

"Would like me to dance for you, or should I show you how I'm going to dance for Trent?"

 

Rattled by the directness of Jeanne's question, I grinned at her stupidly.

 

She giggled. "This is hard for you, isn't it."

 

I nodded.

 

In a soft, gentle voice Jeanne asked; "Would you like me to show you how I'm going to dance for Trent. It's okay, it's kinky, but so what? In fact I think that makes it even more fun."

 

Jeanne had been my soul mate for twenty-seven years. Despite everything that had recently happened I loved her and I would continue to love her for the rest of my life. She understood me. When I was down she knew how to raise my spirits. When I was feeling insecure she knew how to boost my confidence. 

 

Her soothing voice calmed me. I knew what I wanted and I also knew that I didn't need to be ashamed to admit it to this wonderful woman. Smiling, I said; "I'd like you to show me how you're going to dance for Trent."

 

Lasciviously licking my ear, Jeanne whispered; "Michael, you cannot believe how excited you just made me."

 

Jeanne stood and started moving to the beat of the imaginary music again. More excited than ever, I watched intently.

 

As she once again started inching her skirt up her thighs she said; "I'm going to tease him Michael. I'm going to try to drive him crazy with lust.

 

Staring at the hem of her skirt as it slowly moved up Jeanne's thighs, I said; "You're doing a good job of it."

 

Turning around Jeanne bent slightly at the waist. As she swayed her hips to the imaginary rhythm she pulled the hem of her skirt up over her rear exposing the gorgeous cheeks of her ass. She was wearing a black lace thong.

 

I stared.

 

"Do you think Trent will like my ass?"

 

"I'm sure he will."

 

"Do you think he'll want to fuck it?"

 

"Oh yes."

 

"Should I let him do it?" 

 

"Do you want him to do it?"

 

"You know I do."

 

"Then you should let him do it"

 

Jeanne pulled her skirt up to her waist and moved back so she was standing between my legs. Still swaying her hips, she said; "Pull my panties down, just to my thighs. I want to keep them on a little longer."

 

Breathless with excitement, I carefully pulled Jeanne's thong down her nylon stocking covered legs.

 

As soon as I was finished Jeanne said; "Michael, rub my cunt, rub my cunt while I dance for Trent."

 

Reaching between Jeanne's legs, I slipped my fingers into her sex. She was dripping wet. For a moment Jeanne let me rub her while she slowly swayed her hips, but then she suddenly stopped. Stepping away, she turned around so she was facing me.

 

Standing perfectly still, her large breasts fully @@@@@@@, her skirt bunched up around her waist, her panties down around her thighs, the lips of her shaved cunt glistening with the moisture of her arousal; Jeanne smiled at me and asked; "Why am I so excited Michael? Tell me."

 

Every bit as excited as Jeanne, I took a deep breath and answered; "Because you're thinking about the fun you're going to have with Trent Peters." As I said those words tiny pangs of jealousy pricked at my heart. They were overwhelmed by the excitement I was feeling, but they were there and they were unmistakeable.

 

Shaking her head, Jeanne said; "No, that's not why I'm this excited. Yes, I admit that playing with Trent Peters will be fun, but it will never be as much fun as playing kinky sex games with you. Michael, you're the man I love. You will always be my favorite playmate."

 

Once again Jeanne had demonstrated how well she knew and understood me. Her words vanquished the tiny pinpricks of jealousy that had been poking at my heart. Suddenly overwhelmed with love for this wonderful woman I grinned and said; "Thank you very much, I needed to hear that."

 

"I know. I'm sorry I've created a situation where you do need to hear that."

 

"That's okay, I'm enjoying this new life too and as long as you keep reassuring me I think we'll be all right."

 

"I will Michael, I promise to give you all the reassurance you need."

 

I smiled at Jeanne.

 

Smiling back, she said; "I still have a wet pussy. Got any ideas about what we might do about that?"

 

"I do, I have a really good idea. How would you like to sit on my face?"

 

Jeanne grinned; "Baby, that's an invitation the new Jeanne will never refuse. Lie back and make yourself comfortable. Your slut wife is going to go for a ride." Giggling with excitement, she took off her panties and skirt. 

 

While Jeanne was doing that I took off my shirt and lay back on the bed. Once I was settled she got on the bed, straddled my face and sat down; pressing her sopping pussy into my lips, cheeks and nose.

 

I started licking Jeanne. She cooed with delight and responded by rocking back and forth on my face. When she rocked forward I sucked on her clit and when she rocked back I licked her cunt and then her asshole. While I was doing that Jeanne pinched and pulled on her nipples. It was amazing. I felt like we were the main characters in an eighteenth century erotic epic.

 

We were both crazed with unbridled lust. As Jeanne rocked back and forth she ground her cunt and her ass into my face. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and tried to bury my tongue even deeper inside her. 

 

Jeanne started laughing. "Michael, this is fucking amazing. I never dreamed that sex could be this much fun!" And then she arched her back and screamed.

 

As she orgasmed, Jeanne's moisture flooded my face. Reveling in her arousal, I kissed her and licked her. I closed my eyes and passionately made out with her sex.

 

Gradually Jeanne's orgasm subsided. Once she regained her composure she slid back so she was straddling my chest and took several long slow breaths. I watched her. After a moment she smiled at me and asked; "Wanna fuck?"

 

The question and the way it had been posed was so incongruous with the old Jeanne that we both burst out laughing. Leaning down, Jeanne kissed me and said; "I guess I've changed." 

 

Still laughing, I said; "That would be the understatement of the year."

 

"It's fun, isn't it?"

 

"Yeah, it really is."

 

"So do you?"

 

"Damn right."

 

"Can I stay on top?"

 

"That's not what Trent would want."

 

"Right now I don't give a damn about Trent. At this moment I only care about what we want."

 

"I'd love it if you stayed on top."

 

Jeanne slid farther back and reached behind her. As she guided my erect penis into her cunt, she said; "You can play with my tits while we fuck. You like doing that, don't you."

 

I nodded.

 

Jeanne began rocking back and forth on my cock. I reached up and started fondling her nipples. 

 

"I enjoy being on top."

 

"I like it too."

 

"Tell me why? What do you like about it?"

 

"I can play with your tits and I can watch you."

 

"You really do like to watch, don't you."

 

"Yes I do."

 

"I glad." Jeanne closed her eyes. We fell into a slow easy rhythm.

 

As we fucked I watched Jeanne. All of her attention was focused on the pleasure we were creating for each other. She really had become a sensual woman. I marveled at the change. During the past year, my once prudish wife had evolved into a sexual lioness. 

 

Jeanne opened her eyes and saw me looking at her. "You're watching me."

 

"Yes I am. You've always been beautiful, but now you're also sensual."

 

"Do you like that?"

 

"Yes I do."

 

Closing her eyes again, Jeanne shifted her attention back to my cock. I watched as she rode me. After a moment she whispered; "Michael, I love to fuck, I really do. Is that okay?"

 

"It's not just okay, it's wonderful."

 

"I love fucking with you." 

 

"But you enjoy other men too."

 

Opening her eyes again, Jeanne looked at me and said; "I'm sorry, but I do. The variety is thrilling."

 

"I know."

 

"Michael, I really have become a slut."

 

"Does that ever make you unhappy?"

 

Jeanne stopped rocking on my cock. Sitting perfectly still, she considered my question. Finally she said; "I'm happy that I've learned to enjoy sex and being a slut is amazingly exciting. I love it. No, I'm not unhappy about that, but I am unhappy that I hurt you."

 

"While I'm over the hurt, I will admit that you're still causing me some stress."

 

"I'm sorry."

 

"Change causes stress, I think it's inevitable."

 

"Do you think this will turn out to be a good change for you?"

 

"It's looking pretty good right now."

 

"What about when I'm with someone else?."

 

"I think that has the potential to be good, but I'm not there yet. It's still going to take some time. Until I do get there, I suggest we try to live in the moment."

 

Grinning, Jeanne said; "I like that plan. I'm sorry I got all serious."

 

"We have to talk. It's essential if we're going to make this work."

 

"Even while we're fucking?" Jeanne was giggling.

 

"When you've got something to say you've gotta say it."

 

Still giggling, Jeanne said; "Well I said what I had to say and now I'm done. Let's start fucking again."

 

"I can do that."

 

"Wanna gallop?"

 

"When you're on top am I your horse?"

 

"Is that too kinky for you?"

 

Laughing, I said; "Too kinky? That doesn't even register on our kinky scale."

 

"So do you wanna?"

 

"Sure, why not." I paused for a moment and then I asked; "Isn't this going to be rammin and Jammin?"

 

"When I'm on top and warmed up rammin and Jammin is good."

 

"Apparently I need to read a manual."

 

"We don't have one, but we could write one."

 

"That would require extensive research and experimentation."

 

"We'd have to set aside some weekends for that purpose only."

 

"We'll need to sequester ourselves in a motel."

 

"It will be physically exhausting."

 

"That's true, but great achievements require intense effort."

 

Grinning at me, Jeanne said, "I'm up to the challenge, are you?"

 

"I am, but we'll need to train."

 

"This is a good opportunity."

 

"It is. Galloping would be a good training exercise, wouldn't it."

 

"It's recommended by some of the sports most prominent authorities."

 

"I didn't realize that this was a sanctioned sport."

 

"Oh yes, the governing agency is the international federated union of copulating couples."

 

"The IFUCC, yes I believe I've heard of it."

 

We'd both been trying to keep straight faces, but with that Jeanne broke and burst out laughing. I immediately joined her. We hugged and then Jeanne said; "Michael I love you so much."

 

"I know."

 

"Do you? Even after everything I've done?"

 

"Yeah, even then. Come on, let's gallop."

 

"Okay."

 

We did and it was amazing. Jeanne had two orgasms. The first time she came I tried to back off, but she didn't want a break. She just wanted to keep fucking. The second time she came we orgasmed together.

 

After a short recess, Jeanne went down on me and expertly raised another erection. We finished the evening with a session of anal sex. While we were doing it I couldn't stop picturing Trent Peters enjoying the same pleasure with Jeanne. The image did create some angst for me, but I had to admit that it also added to the excitement.

 

That night we both slept like babies. The next morning was Saturday. After showering together, we spent some time doing research for the oral sex chapter of our projected sex manual and then we dressed and went out for breakfast. 

 

After breakfast we drove north along the Pacific Coast Highway to The Point Reyes National Sea Shore. That night we had dinner at the sea food cafe. After dinner we returned to the motel and spent the rest of the evening making love. That day was just for us. We didn't talk about our problems. We didn't discuss other men. We simply enjoyed each other. It was a wonderful day.

 

Sunday morning Jeanne's plane left 10:00. It was a hour drive to the San Francisco Airport, so we had to leave the motel at 7:30. 

 

On the way to the airport Jeanne said; "Thanksgiving is in two weeks. The girls and I are going to miss you."

 

Nodding, I said; "I'm going to miss you too."

 

"Christmas will be even worse."

 

"We could spend Christmas together."

 

"What about the girls?"

 

"They could join us. We have over a month to make the plans."

 

"Could we really do that?"

 

"Why not? We have plenty of money."

 

"Where would you want to meet?"

 

"San Antonio, Texas is supposed to be a beautiful city."

 

"Isn't that where they have the riverwalk?"

 

"I believe it is."

 

"Michael, I would love to do that."

 

"I'd like it too."

 

"I'll call the girls as soon as I get home."

 

"Getting the time off work will probably be the biggest obstacle."

 

"The week between Christmas and New Years is never a very productive time for businesses. I'm sure that we'll all be able to take vacation days."

 

"What about Paul? Will he be spending the holidays with his family?"

 

"Paul doesn't spend time with his family. His parents divorced when he was four. Both of them remarried immediately and have families with their new spouses. His mother raised him, but he feels like his stepfather always viewed him as a burden. Apparently his father rarely made child support payments. He hasn't been home since he graduated from college."

 

"Paul should definitely spend Christmas with us in San Antonio."

 

"I'll tell Tricia that he's invited."

 

Moving on, I said; "The holidays are a busy time. We'll need to act quickly. Get me some dates. I'll make the hotel reservations and I'll have Ruth transfer some additional money to your account so you can buy the airline tickets. They're going to be expensive."

 

"Can we afford this?"

 

"I still have a few pools of money that I kept in reserve. It won't be a problem."

 

"Michael, this will be a wonderful Christmas."

 

"I think it will be too"

 

We pulled up to the departure level of the airport. Jeanne turned to me and said; "Michael, I'm going to miss you so much."

 

"I'm going to miss you too Jeanne, but we'll be together at Christmas."

 

"I'm already looking forward to it."

 

"Now you can call me and email me."

 

"That will help." Leaning over, Jeanne kissed me and then she got out of my Escape. I got out too. I took her bag out of the back and set it on the curb. Then I wrapped my arms around Jeanne and kissed her hard. 

 

She kissed me back and whispered; "Michael I love you so much."

 

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

 

Jeanne smiled at me and then she picked up her bag. After giving me one more kiss on the cheek she turned and walked into the airport. I watched her disappear into the terminal and then I got back into my Escape and left the airport. 

 

I drove back to my motel, packed up my gear and checked out. San Francisco had been fun, but now it was time to move on.

 

 

 

end of Awakenings Ch. 07

[Goodhusband]

Awakenings Ch. 08

 

 

That night I stayed at a Motel 6 outside of Palm Springs, California. There was a steak house near the motel. I had a small sirloin and a salad for dinner. After dinner I returned to my motel and logged on to the Internet. 

There was an email from Jeanne. I opened it.

"Dear Michael,

I am safely at home. Thank you for a wonderful weekend. 

As soon as I arrived home I called the girls and told them about our plans for Christmas. They're both excited and certain they can arrange the time off of work. Paul will be coming too.

If we can get the tickets we thought we would fly down on Christmas eve and return home on New Year's Day. Will that work for you? When I hear from you I'll make the airline reservations.

I miss you already. I love you so much. Thanksgiving is going to be lonely without you.

I'll call you at the end of the week.

Love Jeanne"

I wrote back

"Dear Jeanne,

Thank you for letting me know that you arrived safely at home. I would have worried.

I'm happy that the girls are excited about Christmas in San Antonio. My schedule is wide open so those dates are fine with me. Go ahead and buy the airline tickets. Because this will be the peak holiday traveling time the seats are going to be expensive, so why don't you fly first class. I'll call Ruth in the morning and have her transfer some extra money to your checking account. I'll try to make the hotel reservations tomorrow morning.

I had a wonderful weekend too. Thank you. 

Love 

Michael"

After sending the email I decided it was time to investigate the cuckold websites. I googled the word cuckold. I found several definitions, but then I saw an ad for a web site. I clicked on the link. It opened. You could be a member, but I quickly realized that you could read much of the content without joining. 

There was a story section. I opened it and found a full page of cuckold oriented stories. I started perusing them. They were all by amateur writers, some were more skillfully written than others. They also dealt with a wide range of fantasies. It was immediately obvious that Jeanne had been correct. For many men sexual domination seemed to be part of the cuckold fantasy. 

I skimmed several stories. While I didn't find the sexual domination and humiliation in them particularly appealing they were still interesting. They reinforced my growing belief that the sexual fantasies and practices of consenting adults are nobody else's business. The site also showed the number of times each story had been viewed. The numbers were in the thousands. Clearly, there were a large number of people who were at least curious about the cuckold fantasy.

It was after midnight when I finally shut off my computer and went to sleep.

The next morning I drove south to Tucson, Arizona. I arrived in the middle of the afternoon. It was Monday, November 19th. The sun was shining and the temperature was 84 degrees. As I parked in front of a Motel 6 I decided that Tucson would be my home for the next month.

After checking into the motel and unloading my gear I I decided to do a little exploring. About a mile from my motel I found two municipal golf courses and a driving range. I also found a steak house, several interesting looking Mexican restaurants and an IHOP. I had everything I needed.

On the way back to my motel I passed a bar, Danny's Lounge. A neon sign above the door caught my attention. In simple block letters it read; "Exotic Dancers Monday through Saturday noon to 2:00 AM".

I'm a voyeur. I love looking at naked women. Prior to marrying Jeanne I regularly enjoyed strip clubs. Marriage, manhood and concern about my standing in the community caused me to abandon that pleasure. Other than a couple of stag parties, I hadn't set foot inside a strip club since Jeanne and I got engaged.

Out of habit I continued driving, but I wanted to stop. For the past twenty-seven years every time I passed a strip club I've wanted to stop. I didn't, not even once. I always resisted the temptation. 

Now as I drove back to my motel I asked myself why I didn't stop. I didn't have a reasonable answer for that question. Loyalty to my wife? She was regularly giving blow jobs to men she met at Brady's Pub. Concern about what people might think? I was almost two thousand miles away from home. The opinion of my daughters? They were both avowed devotees of free love and I'd just learned that my oldest was a dominatrx. 

Unable to think of a single valid reasons not to stop I turned right at the next corner and circled back to Danny's Lounge. It was four o'clock in the afternoon. There were maybe a dozen cars in the parking lot. Excited, I parked and walked into the bar.  

Inside I was greeted by a large, broad shouldered young man who looked like he could have played linebacker in the NFL. "I'm sorry, I have to pat you down."

Surprised, I asked; "Are you worried about weapons?"

Shaking his head he answered; "Nah, cell phone cameras; the girls don't want to end up on You Tube."

I laughed. "Okay, I left my phone in the car."

After giving my pockets a quick pat, he said; "Go on in and have a good time."

"Is there a cover charge."

"Only on Friday and Saturday nights after 5:00."

"All right." I went into the bar. It was dark. I took a moment to let my eyes get used to the lack of light and then I surveyed the place. On the left side of the room two young women and five men were sitting at a horse shoe shaped bar. 

A stage filled the center of the room. The stage was actually two adjacent ovals. The first stage had a stripper pole. A young blonde wearing only a G string was twirling around the pole.

There was a small wooden chair on the stage nearest to me. A young black girl, also wearing only a g string was sitting on the chair. Her legs were spread wide. She was lasciviously rubbing her cunt. A middle aged man was standing next to the stage in front of her. He was holding a five dollar bill.

There were about two dozen small round tables surrounding the stage. Each table had two or three chairs. Six of the tables were occupied by lone middle aged men. Four of the men had young women sitting in their laps. The other two were watching the girls on the two stages.

The outer walls of the bar were lined with brown vinyl couches separated by end tables. Four men, all middle aged were discreetly spaced on the couches getting lap dances.

In the far left corner of the bar there was a glass door. Above the door a neon sign read, "VIP Room".

I found a table and sat down. As soon as I was seated a young woman in a short skirt and skimpy blouse carrying a tray came over to me and asked; "What can I get you to drink?"

"How about a Diet Coke."

"Is Pepsi okay?"

"It'll be just fine."

"I'll be right back."

She hurried off to the bar. A moment later a slender young blonde approached me. She couldn't have been older than twenty. She said, "Hi sweetie, my name is Candy. Would you like some company?"

Candy was a pretty girl, but I had two daughters older than she was. Shaking my head, I said; "Thank you, but I think I'll just watch for a little while."

Smiling, she said; "Okay, if you change your mind give me a wave."

"I'll do that."

She walked away. A moment later the waitress returned with my Pepsi. Actually it was two Pepsis. As she set them on my table she said; "It's happy hour, they're two for one. That will be six dollars."

I smiled. 

She shrugged. "You didn't have to pay a cover."

My dad taught me that the first time you go to a new hotel or restaurant it pays to spread a little money around. Smiling, I said; "You're absolutely right." I handed her a twenty dollar bill and said; "The change is for you."

Grinning, the waitress gave me back a ten and four ones and then she lifted her skirt. She pulled the crotch of her thong out exposing her shaved pussy and said; "Nice guys get to put their tips in here."

As I folded the bills and slipped them behind the crotch of her panties, I said; "Clearly it pays to be nice."

She kissed my cheek and whispered; "Honey in this place that's very true." And then she added; "We have several women here who love middle aged men. I'll make sure one of them stops to see you."

Behind me a voice said; "Connie, I'm already here."

Connie smiled. "This is Chantel. She'll take very good care of you."

I turned. Chantel was a tall slender black woman. Her smooth skin was the shade of rich coffee laced with cream. Her long hair reddish brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She wore a white lace brassiere that barely contained her large breasts and a matching white lace skirt that couldn't have been more than six inches long.

I gawked.

Smiling, Chantel said; "You like my outfit."

"Very much."

"You told Candy that you just wanted to watch for a little while, but I'm wondering if you might prefer the company of an older woman."

"I have two daughters older than Candy."

"A man of principle, I like that. May I join you?"

"Please do."

Chantel walked around my table so that she was standing in front of me. "May I sit on your lap?"

"Of course."

[Goodhusband]

Grinning, Chantel sat down and put her arm around my shoulder. Her large brassiere covered breasts were now inches from my face. "You have me at a disadvantage. Connie told you that my name is Chantel, but I don't know your name."

"My name is Michael."

"Michael? Not Mike?"

"I prefer Michael."

"Actually I do too."

I smiled.

Chantel said; "So Michael, can I interest you in a dance?" As she asked, she leaned over and rubbed her large breasts in my face.

Chuckling, I asked; "How much does a dance cost?"

"Ten dollars here and fifteen dollars if we move to one of the couches."

"Let's move to the couches."

Standing up, Chantel picked up my two Diet Pepsis. 

I said, "One is enough." and then I started to walk towards the closest couch. It was near the entrance. 

Chantel said; "Michael."

I stopped and turned.

As she set one of the Diet Pepsis back on the table, she said; "Let's go to the couches on the far wall." She nodded towards a man in a sports jacket standing by the bar. "Do you see that man over there?"

"Yes."

"His job is to make sure that nothing overt happens in here. We can have fun, but we have to be discreet. The couches near the entrance are well lit and closely scrutinized." Chantel leaned over and whispered, "That's where we take the guys who are drunk."

Smiling, I said; "I understand. Let's go to the couches on the back wall."

"What a good idea." Chantel took my hand with her free hand and led me to our couch.

I sat down. Chantel set my drink down on the end table to my left and sat down on the couch next to me. Laying her hand on my thigh, she said; "Let's wait for the next song." And then slipping her hand inside my thigh, Chantel asked; "Michael, do you live in Tucson?"

Realizing that I was being vetted, I answered; "No, in fact I just got here today."

"Really? Are you here on business?"

"No, I guess you could say that I'm on a combination sightseeing and golf tour of the United States."

"How are you managing that? You're not old enough to be retired."

"I'm an accountant. I have my own business."

"And you can afford to leave it?"

"I have good assistants."

Smiling, Chantel said; "You're a lucky man. What about your wife? You told me that you have two grown daughters. How does she feel about this trip you're taking?"

"We're having some differences right now."

"Is that why you're taking this trip?"

"Yes."

Chantel slipped her hand over to my cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. Apparently I'd passed the test. Leaning over she nuzzled my neck and whispered; "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to pry. I just need to know who you are."

"I understand."

"Are you ready for your dance?"

"Yes."

Standing up, Chantel reached behind her back and unfastened her brassiere. After tossing it on the end table she climbed on top of me and pressed her naked breasts into my face. At the same time she picked up my hands. Placing them on her body she said; "I like you Michael. You can touch me anywhere, anywhere at all."

And then the dance started. Chantel rubbed her breasts in my face. I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and kissed and licked it. She reached between my legs and caressed my cock and balls. It was already the most amazing lap dance I'd ever imagined, but then Chantel climbed up so she was standing on the couch straddling me. She raised the hem of her short skirt. She was wearing a white lace thong. Pulling it aside, she said; "Look at my pretty black pussy. Do you like it baby?"

"Very much."

Giggling, Chantel slid off of me and kneeled between my legs. Cupping my erect cock between her hands, she leaned over and rubbed her lips and nose against it.

I gasped. My erection was covered by my pants, but it still felt good.

Winking at me she asked; "Do you like that baby?"

"Very much."

Chantel pulled herself up on to the couch. Sitting next to me, she laid her hand on my now very erect cock. As she slowly massaged it, she whispered; "I liked it too."

Grinning, I said; "You're really good at this."

"You're a nice guy. Nice guys get my best effort."

"This one appreciates it."

"I like you Michael."

"I like you too Chantel." I paused.

Chantel looked at me. After a moment she said; "Michael you want to ask me something, don't you."

I nodded.

She smiled. "I love shy men. Do you want to know about the VIP room?"

"Yes."

"You have to pay the bar twenty dollars to get in, but that covers you until we close tonight."

I nodded.

"And dances are twenty-five dollars each."

"Okay."

Giggling Chantel said; "That not what you wanted to know, is it."

Feeling a little chagrined, I shook my head.

"Michael, you really are a gem. Okay, these are my personal rules. I won't let you fuck me and I won't let you put your finger in my cunt or my ass. I have to have a pretty good understanding with a guy before I'll let him do any of those things to me."

"That makes sense."

"But there are still a lot of fun things we can do. The man in the sports jacket never comes into the VIP room. "Would you like to try it?"

"Yes, I think I would."

Chantel stood up. Picking up her brassiere and my Diet Pepsi, she said; "Let's go." She started walking towards the VIP room. 

I stood up and followed her. As we passed the bar Chantel caught the waitresses eye. She hurried over to us.

Stopping, Chantel turned to me and said; "Give Connie twenty dollars."

I took out my money clip, peeled off a twenty dollar bill and then added another five. As I handed it to Connie she said to Chantel; "Your new friend is a generous man."

"He is and you know how much I enjoy rewarding generosity." Chantel was grinning.

Connie winked at me. "You're going to have a very good time."

I smiled.

"Come on baby." Chantel opened the door to the VIP room, grabbed my hand and tugged me inside. 

The room was about the size of a living room in a moderately priced house. It was furnished with eight couches and end tables similar to the couches and end tables that ringed the bar room. 

Chantel led me to the couch in the far corner of the room. "I like this one, it's private."

"Okay."

As soon as we sat down I took out my money clip and peeled off ten twenty dollar bills. Handing them to Chantel, I said; "This should be enough to cover the dance we just had in the other room, several dances in here and a nice tip."

Chantel took the bills. As she put them in a small wallet she was carrying, she said; "This will cover more than that."

"My intention was to give you enough so that for a little while at least, we wouldn't have to worry about money."

Staring at me, Chantel said; "Michael you're a very interesting man. I like you." She laughed, "Suddenly I feel like I'd like to return your money and give you a freebie."

Shaking my head, I said; "No, don't do that."

"You're turning a freebie down?"

"Yeah, I guess I am. Chantel, while it's fun to pretend otherwise; this is business transaction. You provide a service and I'm buying it. You happen to be a nice person so this transaction is turning out to be a lot of fun for me."

"It's turning out to be a lot of fun for both of us."

"I believe you and that makes me happy."

Chantel smiled.

Smiling back, I said; "Think about this. Imagine that you're an architect and I hired you to design a house for me. While we're working on the design we become friends. Should I expect you to return your fee?"

Shaking her head, Chantel said, "No, of course not."

"I agree, but maybe after we finish the design we might have a cup of coffee together."

"Michael are you asking me out?"

"I'm not that presumptuous, but I am wondering if after we're finished you might be willing to sit at a table with me for a few minutes and just talk."

"I'd like that very much."

While we were talking Chantel had been busily untucking my shirt. Leaning over, she brushed her lips along my neck and whispered, "It's time to play." At the same time I felt her hand slip under my shirt. Her roving fingers quickly found my left nipple. She gave it a little tweak.

I gasped.

Giggling, she asked; "Do you like that baby?"

Breathless with excitement, I nodded.

"Let's try the other one."

As Chantel moved her hand to my other nipple she brushed the chain for my new pendant, the pendant Jeanne and I had just purchased at the sex shop in San Francisco. 

She paused for a moment and then she asked, "Michael are you wearing a religious medal?" 

Embarrassed I groped for an answer.

While I was thinking Chantel said; "That's really none of my business. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry."

Suddenly I realized that I didn't need to hide anything from this woman. It was highly unlikely that she would be judgmental about either Jeanne's adventurous behavior or my growing acceptance of it. If it turned out that she was it was unlikely that I'd ever see her again.

Smiling I said, "It's okay, you can ask me anything. If I don't want to answer a question I'll tell you."

"I like that Michael. You can do the same thing with me." She paused for a moment and then she added; "But can I ask for a favor?"

"Of course."

"Please don't ask me how I got into this business. That question feels so judgmental to me."

"I won't, I promise." 

"Thank you."

"Besides, it would be awfully hypocritical for me to get judgmental about your profession. After all, I am here enjoying your services."

Grinning, Chantel said; "Michael the more I get to know you the more I like you."

"I like you too Chantel."

"I'm glad."

"It's not a religious medal. It's a silver pendant with an inscription on it. My wife and I bought it this past weekend in San Francisco."

"You were with your wife last weekend?"

"Yes."

"You told me you were having difficulties. That's why you're traveling."

"That's true, but last weekend Jeanne flew to San Francisco so she could see me. She's trying to repair the rift."

"What does the pendant say?

I pulled it out from under my shirt, slipped the chain over my head and handed it to Chantel. "You can read it yourself."

While the VIP room wasn't dark it wasn't well lit either. Chantel held the pendant up close to her eyes. After a moment she said; "It says, 'I love it when she's naughty.' Michael what does that mean? What does your wife do that's naughty?" She looked at me for a moment and then she asked; "Michael do you like to spank your wife?"

[Goodhusband]

Taking a deep breath I said; "Chantel, Jeanne likes to be naughty with other men."

"And you're okay with that? I mean it says here, 'I love it when she's naughty'."

Sighing, I looked away.

Suddenly Chantel shook her head and said; "Of course, now I get it. This is the cause of the rift. This is why you're traveling."

I nodded.

"But you were willing to see her this weekend. She's trying to repair the rift, but you bought this pendant. She's still not giving up the other men."

"She offered to do that, but I know that isn't what she wants."

"You're afraid that she's going to cheat on you."

"No, I'm afraid that she's going to grow to resent me."

"Because you're keeping her from doing what she really wants to do."

"Yes."

"And you don't want to divorce her."

"Jeanne's the love of my life."

"So you're trying to learn to accept her infidelity."

Sighing, I said; "There's more to it than that."

"Tell me."

I took a moment to gather my courage and then I said; "When I think about Jeanne with other men I get excited."

"And that's hard for you to accept, isn't it."

"Yeah."

"Michael, you really are a lovely man."

"What makes you say that?"

"I've known a lot of men. More than you can probably imagine. I'm quite certain that most of them would feel the same excitement you're feeling, but they'd be ashamed about those feelings."

"But that's exactly..."

"Yes, I understand. You're trying to cope with feelings of shame too, but Michael you're actually trying to cope with those feelings. Most men would adopt a facade of false bravado. They'd kick the love of their life to the curb. They might even do her physical harm and the only reason they'd be doing it is to protect their fragile egos. You're actually trying to work out a compromise solution that meets the needs of both you and your wife. Baby, I'm beginning to realize that you are a truly magnificent man."

"I'm a cuckold."

"That's only an ugly word if you make it an ugly word."

"Chantel, I don't know."

Chantel slipped the chain and pendant over my head. After tucking the pendant back under my shirt she said; "Baby lie back and close your eyes. It's time for Chantel to weave her magic."

I smiled, but I didn't move. I was too tense. The conversation about Jeanne had raised all of my insecurities and fears.

"Lie back and close your eyes. Don't argue with me." Chantel's voice was soft and soothing. At that moment she reminded me of Jeanne.

I closed my eyes, lay back and tried to relax. I felt Chantel unzipping my trousers. 

She whispered, "Michael I want to see your cock. Can I take it out?"

"Won't that get you into trouble?"

"I know how to be discreet."

"Okay, you can take it out." I chuckled. "Hell, I'd love it if you took it out."

I felt Chantel slip her hand inside my trousers. She wrapped her fingers around my partially erect penis and then it was free.

"Michael you have a magnificent cock. I love it."

"It's not very big."

"It's big enough. Baby only fools equate size with quality. Wiser people understand that a small serving of fine chocolate mousse can be much more pleasurable than a huge dish of cheap ice cream. Michael you're a beautiful man with a beautiful cock. It is so very desireable."

I smiled. Chantel knew exactly what to say to make a man feel good about himself.

Chantel stroked me for a moment. When I was fully erect she slipped my cock back into my trousers and pulled herself up on the couch. Straddling me she stood up and raised the hem of her short white lace skirt. Her shaved cunt was inches from my face. "Michael, I'm going to suck your cock, but first I want you to eat me. Will you do that? Will you lick Chantel's pretty black pussy."

"Is that a choice here?"

"For you it is."

"I would love to do it. Why don't you sit down."

"No baby, we have to do it like this. That way if someone comes in I can pretend that I'm doing a lap dance for you."

"More like a face dance." I was grinning.

Chantel laughed. "That's true, but it would be a lot harder to explain why I was sitting on the couch and you were kneeling between my legs with your face buried in my cunt."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Are you ready?"

"Oh yes."

Placing her hands behind my head, Chantel pulled my face into her cunt. As she did that she said; "I love a man who enjoys giving head to a woman."

She was wet, very wet. I kissed her and then for the first time in over twenty-seven years I licked a woman other than Jeanne. At first I felt guilty, but then I remembered that it was likely that tonight or tomorrow night Jeanne would go to Brady's Pub. She'd meet a man there. They'd flirt and dance with each other for a little while and then they'd go out to his car where Jeanne would give him a blow job while he played with her tits.

I gave Chantel's cunt a long slow kiss and then I found her engorged clitoris, sucked it into mouth and started flicking it with my tongue.

She gasped. "Michael, that feels wonderful. Where the fuck did you learn to do that? I thought only women did that."

Placing my hands on Chantel's full round ass I pulled her even more tightly to my face and continued sucking and flicking her clit.

Suddenly Chantel pushed me away and stepped off of the couch. "Michael that feels really good, but if I let you keep doing it you're going to make me cum. I'm a screamer. We can't do that in here."

Chuckling, I said; "Okay, I understand."

"We really can't. I'll get in trouble." Chantel was just a little bit indignant.

"I told you that I understand, but I do have to point out that when you're miffed you're really quite attractive." I was still chuckling.

Rolling her eyes, Chantel said; "Would you please be serious."

"If you insist."

Shaking her head, Chantel said; "Michael you really can be a frustrating man, but I have to admit that it makes you ever so intriguing."

I shrugged. "I get it from my dad."

"Shut up and lie back. I'm going to suck your cock and I don't want to hear a peep out of you while I'm doing it."

"Yes ma'am."

"That's much better."

We grinned at each other. I was beginning to really like Chantel and I sensed that she liked me too.

Chantel positioned herself between my legs and took my cock back out of my pants. Looking up at me, she asked; "Do you have a handkerchief?"

"Yes."

"Give it to me. I won't let you cum in my mouth and I don't want you to make a mess on your pants."

I took my handkerchief out of my back pocket. As I handed it to Chantel, she said; "When you feel yourself getting ready to cum give me a heads up."

"I will."

Chantel put my cock in her mouth and started sucking me. She was good, very good. That was to be expected. She was a pro. What did surprise me was that Jeanne was just as good. In the three short months I'd been away from home my wife had learned how to give a professional caliber blow job.

What surprised me even more was the realization that it didn't bother me. In fact it not only didn't bother me, I found it exciting. I was beginning to understand that I enjoyed having a hot wife.

The amazing sensations that Chantel was creating with her mouth, tongue and hands combined with my illicit but thrilling thoughts about my hot wife to quickly bring me to the brink of orgasm. As I felt the warm sensations building in my loins I whispered, "Chantel I'm about to cum."

Smiling she took my cock out of her mouth, covered it with my handkerchief and looked up at me. Lasciviously staring into my eyes she slowly pumped the shaft of my erection. "Cum for me baby. Do it."

I did and it was wonderful. Chantel continued pumping my cock while I ejaculated into the handkerchief. When she finally felt my erection beginning to soften she cleaned me with the handkerchief, folded it neatly and laid it on the couch next to me. Then she put my flaccid penis back in my pants. 

As she zipped me up she asked; "Did you enjoy that baby?"

"It was wonderful. You're very skilled."

Laughing, Chantel said; "That wasn't the first blow job I've ever given."

"I kind of figured that."

"It's fun to do it for someone I like."

I smiled. 

Suddenly Chantel turned towards the bar room and listened. I watched her. 

After a moment she turned to me and said; "Michael, I'm sorry; that's my song. I'm supposed to be on the stage." She stood up and found her thong and brassiere. After quickly putting them on she said; "Baby please wait for me. I only have to dance for two songs." And then she grabbed her shoes and hurried out of the VIP room.

I sat back on the couch and took a deep breath. While the past hour had been unbelievably exciting it had also been intense. A brief respite was welcome. 

I was just starting to relax when the door to the VIP room opened and a tall slender blonde walked in. She was dressed in skin tight jeans and a white crop top that barely concealed her large breasts. She was wearing high heeled sandals. I noticed a tattoo on her right ankle. I looked at it. It was a bird, a song bird.

She walked directly over to me and said; "Hi Michael, I'm Simone. Chantel asked me to take care of you while she's dancing." She extended her hand. "Come on, let's go find a table and watch her."

[Goodhusband]

I took Simone's hand. As she pulled me to my feet she noticed the folded handkerchief on the couch next to me. Picking it up, she said; "We'd better take this with us. We wouldn't want people to get the wrong idea about what you and Chantel were doing in here." 

And then she led me out of the VIP room.

We sat down at a table next to the stage. Chantel was still on her first song. They played long songs at Danny's Lounge. When you bought a lap dance you got your money's worth.

We watched. After a moment Simone said, "She's really good. She's a much better dancer than I am." Turning to me she quickly added; "I don't mean to imply that I'm bad. I'm not. I'm just saying that Chantel is very good."

"Are you a dancer too?"

Smiling, Simone said; "Yes." She paused for a moment and then she shook her head and said; "I'm sorry, of course your confused. I'm wearing street clothes. Yes, I'm a dancer too, but my shift just ended. I've already changed. Chantel's shift will be over as soon as she's finished dancing and then she'll change into her street clothes too."

"I'm sorry, I didn't understand. I should be leaving. I'm sure you'll both want to go home." I stood up. 

Simone reached out and gently grabbed my arm. "No baby please don't leave. Chantel really likes you. She asked me to keep you here until she's finished dancing and changing her clothes."

"Are you sure? I don't want to impose."

Smiling, Simone said; "I'm beginning to see why Chantel finds you so attractive. Michael, you're not imposing. Chantel wants to get to know you. Frankly, now I do too."

"You're sure?" 

"Yes, I'm very sure."

"Okay." I sat down again. 

As soon as I was settled I said; "I don't understand. Why does your shift end so early? Men are just getting off work. I would think that this place is about to get a lot busier and you're leaving."

"You're right, it is; but our clientele are all at home now."

"I still don't understand."

"Michael, Tucson is an unusual city. While it does have some industry, it doesn't have a lot. What it does have is an air force base, the University of Arizona and a beautiful climate. The climate draws people who are retired. Tucson is a retirement community."

"Okay."

"You're absolutely right, Danny's is about to fill up with young guys getting off work, guys from the air force base and college students. Mostly they come to have a few beers and watch the girls on the stage. They can't afford to buy very many lap dances. Usually they'll buy one just before they leave. Since they've been drinking they're generally a little handy. Chantel and I don't mind if a guy feels us up while were doing a lap dance, but we don't want him trying to finger fuck us."

I smiled. 

Simone nodded towards a girl in her early twenties who was talking to a young man three tables away from us. "When those guys do buy a dance, they usually buy it from one of the girls her age."

"I see."

"Danny's opens at 11:30. In most cities you won't find many strip clubs that open that early. In Tucson it pays. Starting at 11:30 we get a steady stream of retired men looking for a little discreet fun. They're polite, they have money and they're looking for women who are a little more mature. Those men are our clientele. By four o'clock they're all on their way home to have dinner with their wives. That's why Chantel and I always end our shift at five."

"Okay, now I understand."

Chantel's second song ended. She picked up her brassiere and a few one dollar bills that had been left on the stage for her and walked over to our table. "I see the two of you have met."

Simone said; "Yes we have. I just explained to Michael why we work here."

Looking at me, Chantel said; "Really."

I nodded.

She said; "Are you interested in having dinner with two strippers who cater to the geriatric set?"

Grinning, I said; "I can't think of anything that would make me happier."

"I'll go change my clothes. I'll be back in ten minutes. Don't talk about anything interesting while I'm gone." Chantel turned and hurried to the dressing room.

As soon as she was gone Simone said; "I guess that limits our conversation."

Shaking my head, I said; "Not really, I'm an accountant. As a group were considered to be extraordinarily dull."

Simone laughed. "Michael, you're not living up to your profession's reputation."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"It was meant as one."

"I gather that you and Chantel are friends."

"We're moving into an area of conversation that might be considered interesting."

"Let's risk it."

"Okay, we're close friends, very close friends. We're actually talking about going to one of the states that allow gay marriage so we can make our bond legal." Simone stared at me.

Not knowing exactly what to say, I smiled. 

Simone said; "Does that shock you?"

"No it doesn't, but it does make me wonder why you're sitting here with me."

"Michael, we don't dislike men. It's just that neither of us has ever been able to have a successful relationship with one."

I smiled.

Simone smiled back and said; "We actually both love the equipment you were born with, it's just that we've had too many relationships with men who turned out to be assholes. A serious relationship is based on trust and Chantel is the only person I've ever been able to trust."

"This sounds like an interesting conversation."

I turned. Chantel was standing behind me. She was now dressed in a pair of skin tight western jeans, a cowboy belt and a chambray western shirt tied off just below her large breasts.

Simone said, "Michael asked about the extent of our friendship. I answered him truthfully"

"As you should." Turning to me, Chantel asked; "Would you like to have dinner with a couple of dykes?"

"Dyke's, that's kind of a harsh word; but yes I would love to have dinner with the two of you."

Chantel looked at Simone. "Bobby's?"

"That's a long drive for him."

They both turned to me. Simone said; "Bobby's is our favorite restaurant. It' a barbecue place. The food is wonderful, but it's in Catalina. That's about a thirty minute drive north of here."

Shrugging, I said; "That's all right with me. It'll give me a chance to see more of the city."

"Let's go." Chantel turned and walked towards the door.

Laughing as we stood up to follow her, Simone said; "That girl loves barbecue."

In the parking lot Chantel said; "Amy you ride with Michael. We don't want him to get lost."

Simone answered, "That's a good idea Mel."

I looked at them. "Amy? Mel?"

Chantel laughed. "I guess it's time for proper introductions. Michael, I'm Melody Adams, but everyone calls me Mel." She gestured towards Simone. "And this is Amy Cooper."

"Amy, Mel it's nice to meet you; I'm Michael Nolan."

Amy said; "So Michael Nolan, which of these fine automobiles belongs to you? I'm just as hungry as Mel."

"The silver Escape."

"Let's go. Mel, we'll follow you."

Mel got into a red Jeep Cherokee. An older model, it was an SUV that's become a classic. It was in immaculate condition. Amy and I got into my Escape and followed her out of the parking lot.

The trip was fun. As we drove Amy provided me with a running narrative about Tucson. 

We crossed the Rillito. To me it looked like a dry river bed, but Amy told me that during the monsoon rains in August and again during the mountain snow melt in March it actually was a river.

After we crossed the Rillito we drove up into the foothills of the Santa Catalina Mountains. Amy explained that Tucson was ringed by five mountain ranges; the Santa Ritas in the south, the Rincons in the east, the Tucson Mountains in the west, the Santa Catalinas in the north and in the northwest the Tortilita Mountains.

We drove west along the southern edge of the Santa Catalinas Mountains until we reached a street called Oracle. There we turned north and drove along the western edge of Pusch Ridge. Pusch Ridge was a ragged backbone of steep rock that formed the southwest corner of the Santa Catalinas.

After passing through a suburb called Oro Valley we entered what looked like a sleepy little ranch town. This was Catalina. While there was the traditional feed store and hardware store, just south of the town we'd passed a new super market and a new chain drug store. Clearly Catalina was now more than a sleepy little ranch town. I also noticed at least six restaurants. I found it particularly interesting that all of their parking lots were full.

Amy said, "That's Bobby's Barbecue ahead on the right."

Bobby's was a rustic looking concrete block building that was clearly a holdover from the days when Catalina really was a sleepy ranch town. Mel was already turning into the nearly full parking lot. She found two open spots along the side of the building. She took one, we parked next to her. 

As we walked to the restaurant door I asked; "How does this little town support all of these restaurants?"

Mel said, "Catalina is surrounded by several large retirement housing developments."

"I see."

We entered the restaurant and were immediately greeted by the hostess. She was an attractive woman in her early forties. "Hi Mel. Hi Amy. Who's your handsome friend?"

"Becky, this is Michael Nolan. Michael this is our good friend Becky Raymond."

Becky asked, "Are you here for dinner or are you just stopping for a beer?"

Amy said; "We're here for dinner."

"Follow me, I have an open booth."

As we followed Becky to our booth Mel said; "It's Monday. If it was Thursday, Friday or Saturday we'd have to wait in the bar for at least a half hour before we could get a booth."

When we reached our booth Becky laid three menus on the table and said, "Do you want your usual from the bar?"

Mel looked at me and asked; "Michael, do you drink beer?"

"I love beer."

Amy grinned. "Our kind of guy."

Mel turned back to Becky, "Yes Becky, please bring us our usual."

Becky left for the bar.

"Amy you can sit with Michael. I got to play with him all afternoon."

Amy slid into the booth. As I slid in next to her I asked; "Are you planning to molest me during dinner?"

She placed her hand on my crotch and gave my penis a firm squeeze. "Damn right."

Laughing, I said; "This is going to be an interesting meal."

Leering at me, Mel said; "Michael honey, this is just the beginning of what I hope is going to turn out to be a very interesting evening."

I was trying to think of a witty response when a girl who was maybe twenty or twenty-one showed up with a pitcher of beer and three frosted mugs.

[Goodhusband]

As she set them on the table Mel said; "Hi Maggie." 

Smiling, Maggie said; "Hi Mel, Hi Amy; who's your friend?"

"Maggie, this is Michael Nolan. Michael this is Maggie Reynolds."

"Hi Maggie, nice to meet you."

"Hi Michael, nice to meet you too."

Mel asked; "Maggie is Dexter Porter treating you good?"

"He is. He bought me a ring. He gave it to me Saturday night. We're engaged." Beaming with pride, Maggie held out her left hand and showed us her new diamond engagement ring.

Nodding her approval Mel said, "That's a beautiful ring. Dexter must have gotten that job with Donleavy Construction."

"He did and now he's saving as much money as he possibly can. I am too. We want to be able to buy a house."

Amy asked; "Have you set a date for the wedding?"

Shaking her head, Maggie said; "We're going to wait for at least a year and when we do get married I think we'll just go to a justice of the peace. Weddings are expensive. We'd both rather spend the money on a house."

Mel said; "That's smart."

Turning to me, Amy asked; "Michael, would you mind if we ordered for you? We know what's good here."

"Not at all."

Turning back to Maggie, Amy said; "We'll have an order of pulled pork, an order of beef brisket and an order of ribs. For sides we'll have creamed corn and beans."

Maggie asked, "Do you want tortillas or Texas toast?"

Mel and Amy both looked at me. I shrugged.

Amy said; "Bring us tortillas."

Maggie left to turn in our order. As soon as she was gone Mel started pouring beer. "They have Dos Equis lager on tap here."

"We like the food, but I think we might like the beer even more." Amy was grinning.

Once she finished filling the three mugs Mel pushed one towards me and another one towards Amy. Then she picked up her own mug and held it out. "To our new friend."

Amy and I picked up our mugs. Holding mine out, I said; "To my new friends."

The three of us clinked our mugs together and drank. The beer was cold and tasted good. 

As we set our mugs down, Amy said; "You know this is the first time we've ever done this."

I looked at her with a puzzled expression. 

She explained. "I mean go out with a guy we met at the club."

Nodding, I said; "Okay." And then I asked; "Why me? I'm just a middle aged accountant."

Shaking her head, Mel said; "No Michael, you are a truly fascinating man."

"Why?"

"Lots of reasons, but I think the way you're coping with what your wife is doing might be the most compelling."

Amy said, "I haven't heard much about this. Will you tell me what happened?"

"Okay, but it's kind of a long story."

Mel said; "Bobby's is open until 2:00 AM."

"All right." I told them the story, the entire story. They both listened with rapt attention. When our food arrived I continued talking while we ate. Occasionally one of them asked a question. They were both curious about the observations Jennifer Rawlins had made that night in The Cosmopolitan Lounge. They also prodded me for every detail about the weekend I'd just spent with Jeanne in San Francisco.

When I was finished Amy looked at Mel and said; "Now I understand why you were so eager to get to know Michael better."

Mel said; "He's an interesting man, isn't he."

"Yes he is."

"Would one of you please explain why this situation I'm in makes me such an interesting man?"

Amy said, "Michael it's not the situation, it's the way you're responding to it. You're actually listening to Jeanne. You're trying to understand. You're making an effort to find a way to stay together. Most men would have kicked Jeanne to the curb. Some of them would have slapped her around first. What was it you said when you talked about her dating that Trent guy? Oh yes, you told us that you realized that if Trent fucked Jeanne in the ass it really wouldn't diminish you as a man at all. Michael, that is an amazingly insightful statement. I've already fallen madly in love with you."

"I have too." Mel was smiling.

"You're both embarrassing me."

Laughing, Mel said; "Tough titty cuckboy."

"What?"

Amy kissed my cheek and said; "She's just teasing you. You should be flattered. Mel only teases people she likes."

"That's right." Mel was still smiling.

I smiled back at her. There was a moment of silence and then I said; "Okay, I told you my story in detail. Now I think it's only fair for you to tell me yours. I want you to hear how the two of you met."

Staring at me, Mel said; "That's pretty close to asking me why I became a stripper."

"Okay, you're right, but I ask you this question. Do you really believe I'm going to judge you?"

Shaking her head, Mel said; "No Michael, I don't."

Amy said, "Mel, it's a fair question. I'll start. When you feel comfortable you can join in."

"Okay."

Amy thought for a moment and then she said; "I was born in Kansas City, Missouri. While I've never met my father I know he was rich. My mother told me about him. His father owned several car dealerships in Kansas City. He dated my mother during the summer after they graduated from high school. My mom was attracted to his wealth. He drove a fancy sports car, wore expensive clothes, bought my mom expensive presents and took her to fancy restaurants. He was looking for an easy piece of ass. My mom gave it to him. By the end of the summer she was pregnant."

Picking up the pitcher, Amy poured the remaining beer into our three mugs.

I asked, "Do we need another pitcher?"

Mel said. "Fuck yes, we might need four or five more."

Amy and I both smiled.

Maggie was standing next to the cash register talking to Becky. I called, "Maggie" and held up the empty pitcher. She nodded and hurried into the bar.

Amy took a sip of her beer and continued. "When my dad's dad found out that my mom was pregnant he went nuts. He was afraid that his son's life was going to be ruined. First they tried to persuade my mom to get an abortion. She was Catholic, so that was out of the question. Realizing that plan wasn't going to work they decided to try to buy their way out of the problem. There was a lot of negotiating. They finally reached an agreement. They paid my mother fifty thousand dollars and found her a job as a cocktail waitress in Eau Claire, Wisconsin. In exchange she agreed to absolve my father of any paternity responsibilities."

Maggie brought the fresh pitcher of beer. I filled our three mugs.

Amy continued. "The fifty thousand dollars covered the hospital costs for my birth and left my mom with a nice down payment on a town house in Eau Claire. After that she was on her own. She dated lots of men, but none of them were interested in assuming the responsibility of raising another man's child. My mom was a good mother, but she was barely getting by. After I graduated from high school she made it clear that while she would always love me, I was now on my own. I loved to dance and I thought I was good at it. My dream was to become a professional dancer, so that June I took a Greyhound bus to Las Vegas. I was going to be a chorus girl."

Amy took a long sip of her beer and then she looked at Mel. "You're turn."

Closing her eyes, Mel took a deep breath and started. "I was born on Chicago's south side. I've never met my father either. My mother didn't even know his full name. Everyone called him Andre, that was all she ever knew. She met him at a party. She was eighteen. He was older, a lot older. He flashed a little money and did some smooth talking. They left the party together. He took her to a couple of clubs and then he fucked her in the back seat of his car. Six weeks later she realized that she was pregnant."

I nodded. 

Mel continued. "Five years after I was born my mom actually met a nice guy. They got married and had two boys together. He took care of me and treated me good, but I wasn't his kid. When I turned eighteen it was time to go. I had the same dream Amy had. I wanted to be a dancer and I did the same thing she did. I took a Greyhound bus to Las Vegas"

Amy said, "We met at an audition for a new show they were putting together for Caesar's Palace. There were four openings in the chorus. There must have been three hundred girls there. Mel and I were seated next to each other. We had to wait all day for our opportunity to dance. That gave us a lot of time to talk. When it was finally our turn we each got one minute to perform. After we were finished they just said next. We were ushered out of the room without any comments.

Shaking her head, Mel said; "We were pretty disappointed, but we'd spent the day talking and we'd become friends. I had a tiny apartment. My step dad was sending me a little money. Amy was living in kind of an unusual situation so I invited her to stay with me."

"I was living with a middle aged black jack dealer. He worked at one of the downtown casinos. He fed me and let me stay in his apartment. In exchange I gave him a blow job every day before he went to work."

I said, "That must have been difficult."

"No it really wasn't. He was a sweet guy." Amy paused for a moment and then she said; "Michael, I love giving head. I always have. I first realized it while I was still in high school." She laughed. "My senior year I was pretty popular. Like I said; Vince, that was the black jack dealers name, was a sweet guy. I enjoyed sucking him off and he taught me how to give a top notch blow job. The problem was that I'd lived with him for a couple of months. We were getting tired of each other. When Mel offered to let me stay at her place I jumped at it. Vince and I remained friends. Mel got to know him too. I still call him every couple of weeks."

[Goodhusband]

Mel said, "Actually, Vince was responsible for our first real break. Like Amy just said, I got to know Vince too. We used to go over to his place for lunch. He'd feed us and we'd take turns sucking his cock. It was what you could call a mutually beneficial relationship."

I smiled. 

Continuing, Mel said; "It had been over a month since we'd even had an audition. Both of us were working as night shift maids at one of the casino hotels and we hated it. We wanted to be dancers. We were having lunch with Vince. He could tell we were both pretty down so he told us he might be able to help us out. He had a friend who ran a no alcohol strip club. We were both so naive that he had to explain what that meant. In Vegas they control the strip clubs through their liquor licenses. If a club wants to serve alchohol the girls have to keep their panties on. If a club is willing to sell only soft takes the girls can be totally nude."

Nodding, I said; "Vince was offering to get you jobs dancing in a totally nude club."

Amy said; "That's right."

"I gather you took him up on his offer."

Mel said; "We didn't even have to think about it. Clean hotel rooms at night or flash our coochies while we danced in front of a room full of horny guys. Amy and I are both exhibitionists. The choice was easy."

"Vince called his friend. Mel and I met him at his club an hour later for an audition. Michael, it was a crazy place. You actually had to walk through a sex shop to get into the club."

"What was the audition like?"

Amy answered. "He took us into the club. It didn't open until five. It was about the size of two large living rooms. In the center of the room there was a raised round stage about eight feet in diameter. The stage was surrounded by two rows of padded chairs. They looked like the chairs that would come with a fancy dining room set. Altogether there were forty of them. There were also ten love seats placed along the back walls of the club."

I said, "Those were for lap dances."

Amy and Mel both nodded.

Amy continued. "There was a hallway on the left side of the club. We later learned that it led to the dancer's dressing room. There were lockers in there so we could lock up our street clothes and valuables. There were also two makeup tables with mirrors and several comfortable chairs. On the right side of the club there was a small bar with a refrigerator. The refrigerator was filled with soft drinks. There was another hallway next to the bar . We later learned that it led to the private booths."

"What were the private booths?"

Mel said, "We'll explain that in a minute."

Continuing, Amy said; "Jack, that was the owner's name, put on some music. We both did a strip for him. Once we were naked he had us sit on chairs on the stage with our legs spread while he talked to us. He wasn't being a creep, he was making sure that we weren't shy about flashing our stuff. He explained that we wouldn't get paid. In fact we would actually have to pay him fifty dollars a night for the privilege of dancing in the club."

Shaking her head, Mel said; "We thought he was joking. We were ready to get dressed and walk out."

Amy said, "We were, but he quickly explained that while we would get some tips while we were dancing, the real money was in lap dances. They cost thirty dollars a piece and on an average night we could expect to do ten to twenty of them. After the first fifty dollars we got to keep all of that money."

Mel chuckled. "We immediately changed our minds about leaving. It would have taken us almost two weeks to make that much money cleaning hotel rooms."

Smiling, Amy said; "Jack hired us and told us that we could start the next night. We were excited, but we did have one little problem. Neither of us had ever given a lap dance. When Jack heard that he made both of us give him one. He gave us some pointers and suggested that we spend a little time practicing on each other. Mel asked him what we needed for clothing. He suggested short skirts and low cut blouses. He explained that the old term strip tease was still pertinent. Guys like to think they're getting to see something they're not supposed to see, especially at the beginning of the dance."

Mel said; "Michael we were so excited. We went straight back to our apartment, pulled out all the clothes we had and started mixing and matching them to make costumes. Once we had some costumes we started choreographing dances for each other. That was so much fun."

Amy nodded. "It was, we were two eighteen year old girls laughing and giggling while we performed for each other."

"And then we started doing lap dances." Giggling, Mel said; "That was weird."

Smiling at Mel, Amy said; "But it was fun too. You do remember how it ended, don't you."

"Of course I do. How could I forget it. That was the first time we went down on each other."

"And we both had orgasms"

"God did we ever."

Amy reached over and placed her hand on my cock. "Michael, you're hard. Does hearing about two women making love turn you on? Would you like to watch?"

I gasped.

Mel said; "I think we can take that as a big yes. I'm wondering if it's not time to go home for a little dessert."

Shaking my head, I said; "Not until I've heard the end of your story."

Laughing, Amy said; "What else do you want to know?"

"I want to hear about your first night at the club and I'm really curious about the private booths."

Mel stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Michael, you really are a voyeur, aren't you."

Suddenly embarrassed, I stared at the floor.

Gently rubbing my thigh, Amy said; "Baby you don't have anything to be ashamed about. There nothing wrong with a little voyeurism. Mel and I are both ardent exhibitionists. We love men like you."

"We also don't believe in judging people. You don't either. That's one of the reasons we like you so much." Mel picked up the pitcher and divided the remaining beer between our three mugs. "We'll tell you the rest of the story while we finish our beer."

Amy took a sip of her beer. As she set her mug down she said; "The next morning we went to see Vince. We wanted to thank him, but we were also excited about dancing that night and we wanted to share our excitement with him."

Mel said, "We modeled our costumes for him and performed the strip numbers that we'd choreographed for each other."

"And then we both did a long slow lap dance for him. He loved it" Amy was smiling at the memory.

Nodding, Mel said; "We finished by giving him a tandem blow job."

"A tandem blow job? You mean you both sucked him at the same time? How do you do that."

Amy gave my cock a firm squeeze and said; "After we finish here, we're going to our house. When we get there we'll show you."

I gasped. Both women giggled. 

"But first we have to finish the story." Amy was grinning at me. 

"Okay."

She continued. "That night was amazing. We were both so excited when we got to the club. Jack met us. When we showed him our costumes he told us that the guys were going to love us. Then he introduced us to the woman who would be our mentor. Her name was Ginger. She'd been at the club since it opened three years earlier. She was a lot older than we were, maybe thirty or thirty-five."

Mel said, "She was very nice and a wonderful mentor. She took us to the dressing room, gave us each a locker and warned us to be careful to lock up our valuables. She said that some of the girls weren't too honest. Vince had told us to bring combination locks so we were prepared."

I said, "Vince turned out to be a pretty good friend."

Smiling, Amy said; "He still is. Twice a year we go to Vegas just to see him."

Mel said, "He also comes down here and stays with us a couple of times a year. "

Getting us back on track, Amy said; "Anyway, we put on our first costumes. While we were checking our makeup Ginger told us that we shouldn't use our real names. We needed stage names. That's when I became Simone."

"And I became Chantel." 

Amy continued the story. "Once we were ready we went out into the club. It opened at 6:00, but there were only two guys there. That was actually okay. It gave us a chance to get used to dancing on the stage."

Shaking her head, Mel said; "For the first few hours it was pretty dull. I was afraid that we weren't going to make any money, but then about nine o'clock guys started to show up. Apparently most men who come to Vegas like to begin their evenings in the casinos. They tend to end their evenings in the strip clubs. By ten the place was full. Michael, we really are exhibitionist. You can't imagine how thrilling it was for us to dance totally naked in front of a crowd of cheering guys."

"I'll bet it was exciting. Did you get to do many lap dances?"

Amy said, "Lots of them. The guys loved us. By the end of the evening we'd both done over twenty."

"That's right and that night we were also introduced to the private booths."

"Tell me about them."

Grinning, Mel said; "They were pretty interesting."

Laughing, Amy agreed; "They really were."

"Tell me."

Mel said; "Okay. It was about 11:30. I'd just done three straight lap dances for a guy. When we finished the third one he asked me if we could have a party in one of the private booths. I explained that it was my first night and I didn't know anything about them, but I'd ask Ginger. Ginger was sitting with a guy. They were just talking so I went over and told her that I needed to ask her a question. She told me to go ahead. I told her that the gentleman I was with wanted to party with me in a private booth. Ginger immediately turned to her gentleman and excused herself. After explaining that she'd be right back she went to my gentleman and told him that we needed a minute. Then she led me to the door leading to the private booths and opened it."

"I'd just finished doing a lap dance when I saw Mel and Ginger going to that door. I was curious so I hurried over to them."

Mel said, "As soon as we saw Amy Ginger said, Good now I can show you both at the same time. She opened the door. There was a carpeted hallway. On the right side of the hall there were six more doors. Ginger told us that those doors led to the customer's side of the six private booths. She closed that door and led us to a door behind the soft drink bar. Neither of us had noticed it. She opened it and went inside. We followed her. We were in a hallway similar to the one the customers used only the doors were on the left side of this hallway. Ginger opened the first door. We looked inside. The booth was about four feet by four feet. There was a window three feet by three feet in the wall opposite the door. The customer's side of the booth was on the other side of the window. It was also about four feet by four feet. Each half of the booth had a chair just like the chairs in the club. Our side of the booth also had a small padded foot stool directly beneath the window. I also noticed that the bottom of the window was padded. Oh and here's the crucial bit of information. There wasn't any glass in the window."

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Amazed, I said; "There wasn't any glass in the windows. Then what was the point of having a dividing wall?"

Amy said, "After we'd worked at the club for awhile we asked Jack that same question. This is what he told us. Nevada has counties that have legal prostitution. Clark County, the county where Las Vegas is located, does not; but nobody is actually morally opposed to prostitution. They just want it to be discreet. There was a time when working girls openly plied their trade in the casinos. Once the casino owners decided they wanted to create a more family friendly image for Las Vegas, they realized that they had to get the girl's out of the casinos and off the streets. They didn't actually want to get rid of the sex trade, they just wanted it to go underground. Jack couldn't put small sex booths in the back of his club without worrying about a zealous newspaper reporter labeling his club as a brothel. By dividing the booths in half with a wall, albeit a wall with an open window, he clouded the issue just enough to avoid a scandal; a scandal no one really wanted."

Shaking my head, I said; "It's convoluted, but I have to admit that it makes sense. 

Mel shrugged. "That's what we thought too."

"So what did you do in those booths?"

Amy said; "Okay, this was the routine. Ginger laid it out for us that night and we followed it the entire time we worked at the club. If I guy wanted to have a party in one of the private booths he had to buy a ticket at the soft drink bar. A ticket cost twenty dollars. The girl at the soft drink bar would assign us a booth. I'd go to my side and he'd go to his. Once we were inside I informed him that a basic dance cost forty dollars and he was free to do anything he felt like doing while he watched me perform."

"You were telling him that it was okay for him to take out his cock and masturbate while he watched you."

Nodding, Amy said; "That's exactly what we were telling him."

Mel said, "We also suggested that if he was interested the dance could be enhanced."

"How did that work?"

"How we suggested it took a bit of careful diplomacy."

Laughing, Mel said; "It certainly did. When I was eighteen it took every fuckin bit of diplomacy that I had. When you grow up on the south side of Chicago learning to be subtle isn't exactly your first priority."

Chuckling at the frankness of her friend's comment, Amy said; "Finding a discreet way to present the menu was our responsibility."

Shaking her head, Mel said; "That's just what you'd expect to hear from a white woman who grew up in Wisconsin."

All three of us burst out laughing.

Amy took a moment to regain her composure. She was only partially successful. Still giggling, she said; "May I now describe the menu to our friend?"

"Go for it." Mel was grinning

"For the basic forty dollar dance we'd sit in our chair with our panties off and our legs spread and masturbate while the guy did the same thing in his chair. For ten dollars more we'd take off our shoes and rest our feet on the padded window sill while we masturbated. The guy was welcome to massage our feet. For an additional ten dollars he could kiss and lick our feet while we masturbated for him. Believe me, those were two very popular options."

Chuckling, Mel said, "You're damn right about that. There were nights when I nearly had my toes sucked off. It seems to me like nobody wants to fuck anymore. Guys want to kiss and lick my feet, then they want to lick my ass. When they're finished doing that they want me to sit on their faces and twist their nipples." She looked at me and said; "Michael Nolan you may remember that we did all of that in the VIP room this afternoon."

"I didn't lick your ass."

"You're right, but the night is still young."

"Is that a promise?"

"Damn right sweetie."

Rolling her eyes while she laughed Amy said; "May I please continue?"

In her most polite tone of voice, Mel said; "Please do."

"For an extra fifty dollars we'd give a guy a hand job and for a hundred dollars we'd kneel on the foot stool and suck his cock."

Both Mel and Amy stared at me. They were trying to gauge my reaction to what they'd just divulged. 

Trying very hard to avoid sounding judgmental, I asked; "Did you do very many private booth parties?"

Mel said, "Usually only one or two in a night, but they were generally very lucrative."

Amy nodded. "When a guy bought a ticket for a booth he wanted to get his money's worth. Usually he'd buy a couple of dances and finish with a hand job or a blow job. We'd make a hundred to two hundred dollars in less than a half hour."

Chuckling, I asked, "How many hotel rooms would you have to clean to make that much money?"

They both laughed. Mel said; "Too many."

There was a brief pause and then Amy said; "There's more."

Mel looked at her. 

Amy said; "We both like Michael. Let's trust him."

Nodding, Mel said; "You're right, go ahead. Tell him everything."

Amy turned to me. "Just before closing on our second night at the club a guy who'd just bought three lap dances asked me if I'd like to have breakfast with him in his hotel room. While I was now giving hundred dollar blow jobs to men I'd never met, I was still a naive eighteen year old girl from Wisconsin. Thinking that he was really inviting me to have breakfast with him I politely declined. Later, in the dressing room I told Ginger about it. She laughed and told me that he was propositioning me."

Chuckling, Mel said; "I was there too. Amy asked her what she meant. Ginger explained that the guy didn't really want to have breakfast with her it was just a subtle way of asking if she'd be willing to go to his hotel room for sex, paid sex. She then explained that cute eighteen year olds like us could charge four hundred dollars for a one hour session. We were both totally amazed."

Amy said; "Michael, we both loved sex. We weren't being exploited. We were having fun. We loved dancing nude, we loved doing lap dances and we loved giving blow jobs in the private booths. The club was the best thing that ever happened to us."

Mel continued, "Two nights later a man in his mid thirties asked me that same question, would I like to have breakfast with him in his hotel room? I told him that when I got to his room I'd need four hundred dollars to cover the cab fare and I could only stay for an hour. That was what Ginger had told us to say. He said okay, and gave me his hotel and room number. After the club closed I took a cab to his hotel. On the way I had the cab driver stop at an all-night drug store so I could buy some condoms. When I got to his room he gave me an envelope that had four hundred dollars in it. I did a little strip tease for him and then I sucked his cock and let him fuck me. It was fun and I made four hundred dollars."

Amy said, "When she got home she was ecstatic. We both were. A week earlier we were broke. Suddenly we were rich and all we had to do was have sex, which we both loved. The next night I went to a guy's hotel room and the following Saturday night we both had breakfast dates."

Mel said, "We thought life couldn't get any better, but it did. Three weeks after we started working at the club one of the other dancers approached us. She told us that she'd noticed that we were doing breakfast dates and wanted to know if we might be interested in an opportunity to get more dates like that. We told her that we were interested and wanted to hear more. She explained that she knew a woman who ran a service. She could get us as many dates as we wanted. She'd charge us a hundred dollars per date, but the dancer assured us that we could both get five hundred dollars an hour. I wanted to say yes immediately, but Amy was cautious. We took the woman's name and telephone number and told the dancer to tell the woman that we needed a day or two to think about it. The dancer understood. She assured us that the woman was legit and told us to check her out."

Amy said; "I'd heard horror stories about pimps. I wanted to make sure we weren't getting into an ugly situation. That night after the club closed we asked Ginger about the woman. Ginger was married, so she generally limited herself to dancing at the club and private booth parties. Occasionally she'd do a breakfast date, but not very often. She made enough money working at the club and preferred to go home to her husband. She did tell us that she's heard about the woman and everything she'd heard was positive. 

Mel continued the story. "The next morning we went over to see Vince. We told him about the woman. He told us that he'd check her out. The following morning he called us and told us that the woman was legit. She had an excellent reputation. She used hotel bell men to get the dates. They got fifty dollars for every contact who booked a date. Apparently her biggest problem was finding enough quality girls to keep up with the demand."

Amy said; "That afternoon we called Janice, that was the woman's name. We met with her the next morning. She had a small office in a building just off the strip. We talked. She explained how the system worked and then she asked us if we were interested. We started the next day. We worked days so we could continue dancing at the club at night. Jack and Ginger had both been nice to us. We were popular at the club and we didn't want to let them down."

Mel said, "We did four dates a day and cleared four hundred dollars a date. Between the dates and what we were making at the club we were both earning over two thousand dollars a day."

Shaking my head, I said; "It sounds like it was a grueling schedule."

Nodding, Amy said; "It was. We kept it up for two years. We took Sundays off. That helped a little bit. We moved to a larger apartment and hired a cleaning service. That helped too. We also both bought Honda Accords. Having cars made our lives easier. We still took cabs to our dates. When you're not a hotel guest parking on the strip is difficult. 

I said, "If I'm understanding the situation correctly, you were both making over a half million dollars a year and you were being very conservative with your spending. While I think it's admirable, I have to say that it's rare for two young girls to be that sensible with money."

Mel smiled. "That was Vince's influence. He urged us to spend enough to be comfortable, but to try to keep from squandering our money."

"That was sage advice." I paused for a moment and then I said, "I'm not sure I understand why you kept working at the club. Escorting was clearly much more lucra..." Stopping in mid-sentence, I shook my head and said; "Of course, I should be ashamed of myself. I'm an accountant. The club gave you a means of support that you could report to the IRS."

Amy nodded. "That's right. We also enjoyed working there. We did cut back on our time at the club, but we worked the peak late night hours, so we were still making three to four thousand dollars a week there."

I smiled. "That's a pretty good part time job. So how long did you continue working as escorts?"

Mel said, "We worked in Vegas for sixteen years."

"And then you retired."

Mel and Amy looked at each other. For a moment neither of them spoke. Finally Mel said; "Michael we're not retired. We're still working girls." 

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

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

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

"You're surrounded by retirement communities."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Both women nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

"Do the men come to your house?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amy said, "Park behind the Mercedes."

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

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

I smiled. "Okay." 

Amy said; "Take off your clothes."

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

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

"Is that a promise?"

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

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

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

I blushed.

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

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

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

I followed without complaint.

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

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

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

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

Awe struck, I paused in the doorway. 

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

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

Mel said; "Thank you, we like it." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I promise."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I really do." Mel was grinning too.

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

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

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

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

Amy cupped my balls with her hand. Giving them a gentle squeeze she said, "You should enjoy it. It's fun. Now close your eyes. We'll show you just how much fun it can be."

I closed my eyes.

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

I quietly answered, "Trent Peters."

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded.

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

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

Smiling, Mel asked; "Why?"

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

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

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

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

"Yes, that's exactly what happened."

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

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

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

"I am trying."

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

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

Grinning, I said; "Very much."

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

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

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

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

It was an amazing experience.

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

End of Awakenings Ch. 08

[secondjag]

welcome back

[DancePartner]

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

[Genie]

What an amazing story writer you are. I have loved every minute of it. Did you write more, how did Jeanne and Michael complete their conversion to loving Hotwife and loving Cuckold?

[Hardyorkie]

Wow.

Just read this from start to finish.

Perfectly written, and has left me desperate for me.

Some parallels with my own experiences make it even more enjoyable.

 

Thank you

[Genie]

On 1/6/2021 at 7:52 AM, Hardyorkie said:

Wow.

Just read this from start to finish.

Perfectly written, and has left me desperate for me.

Some parallels with my own experiences make it even more enjoyable.

 

Thank you

The author “Goodhusband” posted 31 episodes of Awakenings on Literotica. His stories are here https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=865413&page=submissions

He also has a series of interconnected stories about a group of hotwives and cuckold husbands on Literotica. Read “Sandra and Stevie” first, then “Brenda and Bobby”, then “Roxanne and Willie” and finally “April’s Story”

Enjoy

 

[Hardyorkie]

7 hours ago, Genie said:

The author “Goodhusband” posted 31 episodes of Awakenings on Literotica. His stories are here https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=865413&page=submissions

He also has a series of interconnected stories about a group of hotwives and cuckold husbands on Literotica. Read “Sandra and Stevie” first, then “Brenda and Bobby”, then “Roxanne and Willie” and finally “April’s Story”

Enjoy

 

Thanks for pointing me in that direction, happily continuing through Awakening at the moment then I will move on to more of his stories.

[Just Carl]

On 7/17/2014 at 12:22 PM, Goodhusband said:

 

 

"I do."

 

 

 

 

 

"But you will be able to overcome your inhibitions just like I overcame mine." Jeanne quickly added; "Michael, when we're together I promise you that you're going to enjoy the best sex any man has ever experienced."

 

 

 

 

 

"I already am. This weekend has been fantastic."

 

 

 

 

 

"And it's still only Friday night."

 

 

 

 

 

Grinning, I said; "I know that."

 

 

 

 

 

"Do you want me to continue my dance?"

 

 

 

 

 

My confidence restored, I said; "Yes I do."

 

 

 

 

 

"Would like me to dance for you, or should I show you how I'm going to dance for Trent?"

 

 

 

 

 

Rattled by the directness of Jeanne's question, I grinned at her stupidly.

 

 

 

 

 

She giggled. "This is hard for you, isn't it."

 

 

 

 

 

I nodded.

 

 

 

 

 

In a soft, gentle voice Jeanne asked; "Would you like me to show you how I'm going to dance for Trent. It's okay, it's kinky, but so what? In fact I think that makes it even more fun."

 

 

 

 

 

Jeanne had been my soul mate for twenty-seven years. Despite everything that had recently happened I loved her and I would continue to love her for the rest of my life. She understood me. When I was down she knew how to raise my spirits. When I was feeling insecure she knew how to boost my confidence. 

 

 

 

 

 

Her soothing voice calmed me. I knew what I wanted and I also knew that I didn't need to be ashamed to admit it to this wonderful woman. Smiling, I said; "I'd like you to show me how you're going to dance for Trent."

 

 

 

 

 

Lasciviously licking my ear, Jeanne whispered; "Michael, you cannot believe how excited you just made me."

 

 

 

 

 

Jeanne stood and started moving to the beat of the imaginary music again. More excited than ever, I watched intently.

 

 

 

 

 

As she once again started inching her skirt up her thighs she said; "I'm going to tease him Michael. I'm going to try to drive him crazy with lust.

 

 

 

 

 

Staring at the hem of her skirt as it slowly moved up Jeanne's thighs, I said; "You're doing a good job of it."

 

 

 

 

 

Turning around Jeanne bent slightly at the waist. As she swayed her hips to the imaginary rhythm she pulled the hem of her skirt up over her rear exposing the gorgeous cheeks of her ass. She was wearing a black lace thong.

 

 

 

 

 

I stared.

 

 

 

 

 

"Do you think Trent will like my ass?"

 

 

 

 

 

"I'm sure he will."

 

 

 

 

 

"Do you think he'll want to fuck it?"

 

 

 

 

 

"Oh yes."

 

 

 

 

 

"Should I let him do it?" 

 

 

 

 

 

"Do you want him to do it?"

 

 

 

 

 

"You know I do."

 

 

 

 

 

"Then you should let him do it"

 

 

 

 

 

Jeanne pulled her skirt up to her waist and moved back so she was standing between my legs. Still swaying her hips, she said; "Pull my panties down, just to my thighs. I want to keep them on a little longer."

 

 

 

 

 

Breathless with excitement, I carefully pulled Jeanne's thong down her nylon stocking covered legs.

 

 

 

 

 

As soon as I was finished Jeanne said; "Michael, rub my cunt, rub my cunt while I dance for Trent."

 

 

 

 

 

Reaching between Jeanne's legs, I slipped my fingers into her sex. She was dripping wet. For a moment Jeanne let me rub her while she slowly swayed her hips, but then she suddenly stopped. Stepping away, she turned around so she was facing me.

 

 

 

 

 

Standing perfectly still, her large breasts fully @@@@@@@, her skirt bunched up around her waist, her panties down around her thighs, the lips of her shaved cunt glistening with the moisture of her arousal; Jeanne smiled at me and asked; "Why am I so excited Michael? Tell me."

 

 

 

 

 

Every bit as excited as Jeanne, I took a deep breath and answered; "Because you're thinking about the fun you're going to have with Trent Peters." As I said those words tiny pangs of jealousy pricked at my heart. They were overwhelmed by the excitement I was feeling, but they were there and they were unmistakeable.

 

 

 

 

 

Shaking her head, Jeanne said; "No, that's not why I'm this excited. Yes, I admit that playing with Trent Peters will be fun, but it will never be as much fun as playing kinky sex games with you. Michael, you're the man I love. You will always be my favorite playmate."

 

 

 

 

 

Once again Jeanne had demonstrated how well she knew and understood me. Her words vanquished the tiny pinpricks of jealousy that had been poking at my heart. Suddenly overwhelmed with love for this wonderful woman I grinned and said; "Thank you very much, I needed to hear that."

 

 

 

 

 

"I know. I'm sorry I've created a situation where you do need to hear that."

 

 

 

 

 

"That's okay, I'm enjoying this new life too and as long as you keep reassuring me I think we'll be all right."

 

 

 

 

 

"I will Michael, I promise to give you all the reassurance you need."

 

 

 

 

 

I smiled at Jeanne.

 

 

 

 

 

Smiling back, she said; "I still have a wet pussy. Got any ideas about what we might do about that?"

 

 

 

 

 

"I do, I have a really good idea. How would you like to sit on my face?"

 

 

 

 

 

Jeanne grinned; "Baby, that's an invitation the new Jeanne will never refuse. Lie back and make yourself comfortable. Your slut wife is going to go for a ride." Giggling with excitement, she took off her panties and skirt. 

 

 

 

 

 

While Jeanne was doing that I took off my shirt and lay back on the bed. Once I was settled she got on the bed, straddled my face and sat down; pressing her sopping pussy into my lips, cheeks and nose.

 

 

 

 

 

I started licking Jeanne. She cooed with delight and responded by rocking back and forth on my face. When she rocked forward I sucked on her clit and when she rocked back I licked her cunt and then her asshole. While I was doing that Jeanne pinched and pulled on her nipples. It was amazing. I felt like we were the main characters in an eighteenth century erotic epic.

 

 

 

 

 

We were both crazed with unbridled lust. As Jeanne rocked back and forth she ground her cunt and her ass into my face. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and tried to bury my tongue even deeper inside her. 

 

 

 

 

 

Jeanne started laughing. "Michael, this is fucking amazing. I never dreamed that sex could be this much fun!" And then she arched her back and screamed.

 

 

 

 

 

As she orgasmed, Jeanne's moisture flooded my face. Reveling in her arousal, I kissed her and licked her. I closed my eyes and passionately made out with her sex.

 

 

 

 

 

Gradually Jeanne's orgasm subsided. Once she regained her composure she slid back so she was straddling my chest and took several long slow breaths. I watched her. After a moment she smiled at me and asked; "Wanna fuck?"

 

 

 

 

 

The question and the way it had been posed was so incongruous with the old Jeanne that we both burst out laughing. Leaning down, Jeanne kissed me and said; "I guess I've changed." 

 

 

 

 

 

Still laughing, I said; "That would be the understatement of the year."

 

 

 

 

 

"It's fun, isn't it?"

 

 

 

 

 

"Yeah, it really is."

 

 

 

 

 

"So do you?"

 

 

 

 

 

"Damn right."

 

 

 

 

 

"Can I stay on top?"

 

 

 

 

 

"That's not what Trent would want."

 

 

 

 

 

"Right now I don't give a damn about Trent. At this moment I only care about what we want."

 

 

 

 

 

"I'd love it if you stayed on top."

 

 

 

 

 

Jeanne slid farther back and reached behind her. As she guided my erect penis into her cunt, she said; "You can play with my tits while we fuck. You like doing that, don't you."

 

 

 

 

 

I nodded.

 

 

 

 

 

Jeanne began rocking back and forth on my cock. I reached up and started fondling her nipples. 

 

 

 

 

 

"I enjoy being on top."

 

 

 

 

 

"I like it too."

 

 

 

 

 

"Tell me why? What do you like about it?"

 

 

 

 

 

"I can play with your tits and I can watch you."

 

 

 

 

 

"You really do like to watch, don't you."

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes I do."

 

 

 

 

 

"I glad." Jeanne closed her eyes. We fell into a slow easy rhythm.

 

 

 

 

 

As we fucked I watched Jeanne. All of her attention was focused on the pleasure we were creating for each other. She really had become a sensual woman. I marveled at the change. During the past year, my once prudish wife had evolved into a sexual lioness. 

 

 

 

 

 

Jeanne opened her eyes and saw me looking at her. "You're watching me."

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes I am. You've always been beautiful, but now you're also sensual."

 

 

 

 

 

"Do you like that?"

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes I do."

 

 

 

 

 

Closing her eyes again, Jeanne shifted her attention back to my cock. I watched as she rode me. After a moment she whispered; "Michael, I love to fuck, I really do. Is that okay?"

 

 

 

 

 

"It's not just okay, it's wonderful."

 

 

 

 

 

"I love fucking with you." 

 

 

 

 

 

"But you enjoy other men too."

 

 

 

 

 

Opening her eyes again, Jeanne looked at me and said; "I'm sorry, but I do. The variety is thrilling."

 

 

 

 

 

"I know."

 

 

 

 

 

"Michael, I really have become a slut."

 

 

 

 

 

"Does that ever make you unhappy?"

 

 

 

 

 

Jeanne stopped rocking on my cock. Sitting perfectly still, she considered my question. Finally she said; "I'm happy that I've learned to enjoy sex and being a slut is amazingly exciting. I love it. No, I'm not unhappy about that, but I am unhappy that I hurt you."

 

 

 

 

 

"While I'm over the hurt, I will admit that you're still causing me some stress."

 

 

 

 

 

"I'm sorry."

 

 

 

 

 

"Change causes stress, I think it's inevitable."

 

 

 

 

 

"Do you think this will turn out to be a good change for you?"

 

 

 

 

 

"It's looking pretty good right now."

 

 

 

 

 

"What about when I'm with someone else?."

 

 

 

 

 

"I think that has the potential to be good, but I'm not there yet. It's still going to take some time. Until I do get there, I suggest we try to live in the moment."

 

 

 

 

 

Grinning, Jeanne said; "I like that plan. I'm sorry I got all serious."

 

 

 

 

 

"We have to talk. It's essential if we're going to make this work."

 

 

 

 

 

"Even while we're fucking?" Jeanne was giggling.

 

 

 

 

 

"When you've got something to say you've gotta say it."

 

 

 

 

 

Still giggling, Jeanne said; "Well I said what I had to say and now I'm done. Let's start fucking again."

 

 

 

 

 

"I can do that."

 

 

 

 

 

"Wanna gallop?"

 

 

 

 

 

"When you're on top am I your horse?"

 

 

 

 

 

"Is that too kinky for you?"

 

 

 

 

 

Laughing, I said; "Too kinky? That doesn't even register on our kinky scale."

 

 

 

 

 

"So do you wanna?"

 

 

 

 

 

"Sure, why not." I paused for a moment and then I asked; "Isn't this going to be rammin and Jammin?"

 

 

 

 

 

"When I'm on top and warmed up rammin and Jammin is good."

 

 

 

 

 

"Apparently I need to read a manual."

 

 

 

 

 

"We don't have one, but we could write one."

 

 

 

 

 

"That would require extensive research and experimentation."

 

 

 

 

 

"We'd have to set aside some weekends for that purpose only."

 

 

 

 

 

"We'll need to sequester ourselves in a motel."

 

 

 

 

 

"It will be physically exhausting."

 

 

 

 

 

"That's true, but great achievements require intense effort."

 

 

 

 

 

Grinning at me, Jeanne said, "I'm up to the challenge, are you?"

 

 

 

 

 

"I am, but we'll need to train."

 

 

 

 

 

"This is a good opportunity."

 

 

 

 

 

"It is. Galloping would be a good training exercise, wouldn't it."

 

 

 

 

 

"It's recommended by some of the sports most prominent authorities."

 

 

 

 

 

"I didn't realize that this was a sanctioned sport."

 

 

 

 

 

"Oh yes, the governing agency is the international federated union of copulating couples."

 

 

 

 

 

"The IFUCC, yes I believe I've heard of it."

 

 

 

 

 

We'd both been trying to keep straight faces, but with that Jeanne broke and burst out laughing. I immediately joined her. We hugged and then Jeanne said; "Michael I love you so much."

 

 

 

 

 

"I know."

 

 

 

 

 

"Do you? Even after everything I've done?"

 

 

 

 

 

"Yeah, even then. Come on, let's gallop."

 

 

 

 

 

"Okay."

 

 

 

 

 

We did and it was amazing. Jeanne had two orgasms. The first time she came I tried to back off, but she didn't want a break. She just wanted to keep fucking. The second time she came we orgasmed together.

 

 

 

 

 

After a short recess, Jeanne went down on me and expertly raised another erection. We finished the evening with a session of anal sex. While we were doing it I couldn't stop picturing Trent Peters enjoying the same pleasure with Jeanne. The image did create some angst for me, but I had to admit that it also added to the excitement.

 

 

 

 

 

That night we both slept like babies. The next morning was Saturday. After showering together, we spent some time doing research for the oral sex chapter of our projected sex manual and then we dressed and went out for breakfast. 

 

 

 

 

 

After breakfast we drove north along the Pacific Coast Highway to The Point Reyes National Sea Shore. That night we had dinner at the sea food cafe. After dinner we returned to the motel and spent the rest of the evening making love. That day was just for us. We didn't talk about our problems. We didn't discuss other men. We simply enjoyed each other. It was a wonderful day.

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday morning Jeanne's plane left 10:00. It was a hour drive to the San Francisco Airport, so we had to leave the motel at 7:30. 

 

 

 

 

 

On the way to the airport Jeanne said; "Thanksgiving is in two weeks. The girls and I are going to miss you."

 

 

 

 

 

Nodding, I said; "I'm going to miss you too."

 

 

 

 

 

"Christmas will be even worse."

 

 

 

 

 

"We could spend Christmas together."

 

 

 

 

 

"What about the girls?"

 

 

 

 

 

"They could join us. We have over a month to make the plans."

 

 

 

 

 

"Could we really do that?"

 

 

 

 

 

"Why not? We have plenty of money."

 

 

 

 

 

"Where would you want to meet?"

 

 

 

 

 

"San Antonio, Texas is supposed to be a beautiful city."

 

 

 

 

 

"Isn't that where they have the riverwalk?"

 

 

 

 

 

"I believe it is."

 

 

 

 

 

"Michael, I would love to do that."

 

 

 

 

 

"I'd like it too."

 

 

 

 

 

"I'll call the girls as soon as I get home."

 

 

 

 

 

"Getting the time off work will probably be the biggest obstacle."

 

 

 

 

 

"The week between Christmas and New Years is never a very productive time for businesses. I'm sure that we'll all be able to take vacation days."

 

 

 

 

 

"What about Paul? Will he be spending the holidays with his family?"

 

 

 

 

 

"Paul doesn't spend time with his family. His parents divorced when he was four. Both of them remarried immediately and have families with their new spouses. His mother raised him, but he feels like his stepfather always viewed him as a burden. Apparently his father rarely made child support payments. He hasn't been home since he graduated from college."

 

 

 

 

 

"Paul should definitely spend Christmas with us in San Antonio."

 

 

 

 

 

"I'll tell Tricia that he's invited."

 

 

 

 

 

Moving on, I said; "The holidays are a busy time. We'll need to act quickly. Get me some dates. I'll make the hotel reservations and I'll have Ruth transfer some additional money to your account so you can buy the airline tickets. They're going to be expensive."

 

 

 

 

 

"Can we afford this?"

 

 

 

 

 

"I still have a few pools of money that I kept in reserve. It won't be a problem."

 

 

 

 

 

"Michael, this will be a wonderful Christmas."

 

 

 

 

 

"I think it will be too"

 

 

 

 

 

We pulled up to the departure level of the airport. Jeanne turned to me and said; "Michael, I'm going to miss you so much."

 

 

 

 

 

"I'm going to miss you too Jeanne, but we'll be together at Christmas."

 

 

 

 

 

"I'm already looking forward to it."

 

 

 

 

 

"Now you can call me and email me."

 

 

 

 

 

"That will help." Leaning over, Jeanne kissed me and then she got out of my Escape. I got out too. I took her bag out of the back and set it on the curb. Then I wrapped my arms around Jeanne and kissed her hard. 

 

 

 

 

 

She kissed me back and whispered; "Michael I love you so much."

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

Jeanne smiled at me and then she picked up her bag. After giving me one more kiss on the cheek she turned and walked into the airport. I watched her disappear into the terminal and then I got back into my Escape and left the airport. 

 

 

 

 

 

I drove back to my motel, packed up my gear and checked out. San Francisco had been fun, but now it was time to move on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

end of Awakenings Ch. 07

 

What a great read - got me thinking 

[LLcanon]

if my wife ever did this to me i would wait for her to sleep at night and get the gasoline throw it on her and set her on fire. And i am serious. i do not play this shit

[LLcanon]

I truly believe we as a country of people and a society that has thrown God away. Anytime a married woman or husband has sex outside of the Holy Marriage Covenant it is Adultery and that never ever ends well for the Marriage.After all who wants to live life in Sin and unrepented sin at that because that would be throwing away eternity and living separated from God for eternity.

[LLcanon]

I truly believe we as a country of people and a society that has thrown God away. Anytime a married woman or husband has sex outside of the Holy Marriage Covenant it is Adultery and that never ever ends well for the Marriage.After all who wants to live life in Sin and unrepented sin at that because that would be throwing away eternity and living separated from God for eternity.

[LLcanon]

why are so many people into defiling their own marital bed

[secondjag]

6 minutes ago, LLcanon said:

if my wife ever did this to me i would wait for her to sleep at night and get the gasoline throw it on her and set her on fire. And i am serious. i do not play this shit

 

Just now, LLcanon said:

I truly believe we as a country of people and a society that has thrown God away. Anytime a married woman or husband has sex outside of the Holy Marriage Covenant it is Adultery and that never ever ends well for the Marriage.After all who wants to live life in Sin and unrepented sin at that because that would be throwing away eternity and living separated from God for eternity.

You seriously need help dude.  Further, I'm struggling to understand what the fuck you are doing on a site like this

[Naughty Nicki]

Sounds like somebody has a few insecurities and a tab bit abusive too.  I kinda feel sorry for such close minded people.