We smiled at each other and then Jeanne gave me another quick kiss and asked, "Are you ready to try a little butt fucking?"

"I am, but before we start I have another suggestion to make."

"What is it?"

"If you really are going to be Trent Peter's slut, don't you think you should let him have your rear too?"

"No, Michael, I want to reserve that for you. You gave me permission to lick his ass. That's enough."

"Jeanne, I appreciate that, but it's not necessary. I'm not even sure it's wise."

"Why?"

"If you're going to do this, I want you to really do it. I don't want you to feel like you have to hold things back. I'm afraid that if you feel like you have to do that you might start resenting me."

"Michael, if I'm doing all those things for other men, won't you start resenting me?"

"Are you going to stop doing them with me?"

"No, of course not."

"Then I'll be fine. Jeanne, there's only one thing I ask you to reserve for me."

"What's that?"

"Your love, I want all of that."

"That's easy. Michael, I promise that my love will always be reserved for you and only for you."

"That's all I need. Now be honest, wouldn't you enjoy letting Trent have your rear?"

Jeanne laughed. "Yes, Michael, I would. I've even fantasized about it."

"I'll bet he'd enjoy it, too."

"I know he would. That evening we spent at the house, he asked me if he could do it."

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him that my husband was the only man who got to do that."

"I think you should tell him that you changed your mind. Do you think he'll have a problem with that?"

"Michael, I don't understand what you're doing. It feels like you're throwing me at Trent. Are you trying to get rid of me?"

"No, Jeanne I'm not."

"Then please explain what you're doing."

"I'm not trying to get rid of you, I'm trying as hard as I can to hang on to you. I'm now fairly certain that I can cope with your new life style. Actually, I think I can probably reach a point where I enjoy it almost as much as you do. It appeals to my voyeurism. I still need some time before I'll feel comfortable living with you while you're dating and entertaining other men, but I'm reasonably confident that I can eventually reach that level of comfort."

Jeanne nodded.

I continued. "My concern is you. I fear that whether I come home tomorrow or nine months from tomorrow, you'll eventually decide that I am not only no longer an essential part of your new life, you'll actually consider me an impediment to your new life."

"No, Michael, that will never happen. I'll always want to share my life with you."

"Jeanne, if a year ago I'd told you that during the last two months you'd give twelve men you've never met blow jobs in their cars in a parking lot behind a bar, would you have believed me?"

Shaking her head, Jeanne quietly answered, "No."

"Right now you're going through some major personal changes. When you're done changing, I'm hoping that I might still be able to be part of your life. Do I want you to run off with Trent Peters? Absolutely not. Do I want you to fully indulge your desire to be his slut? Yes I do, because if you don't get to do that, I think it's possible that you're going to feel cheated, and if that happens, I'm afraid you might decide that I'm the cause of your disappointment."

"Michael, suddenly I feel so selfish."

"You shouldn't."

"Why not?"

"This is your life, you get to choose how you live it."

"But it affects your life too."

"Yes it does, and right now I'm also making choices. I decided to temporarily leave you. It was a choice I had to make. It was the only way I could cope with what was happening. I've decided to stay away for a full year. I'm convinced that before you can decide whether or not you still want me to be part of your life, you have to experience life without me. I've chosen to encourage you to actively pursue your new lifestyle. I've come to the conclusion that it's not a significant sacrifice for me and it's very important to you. I believe that it's so important to you that if I try to prevent you from pursuing it, it might destroy our relationship and that would be devastating to me."

"It would devastate me, too."

"Jeanne, it comes down to this. If Trent Peters fucks you in the ass, will my life be diminished in any way?"

Jeanne smiled. "Only if you allow it to diminish your life."

"That's right, and I'm choosing to not allow that to happen."

Laughing, Jeanne said, "Right now I'm not sure if I should be happy or sad."

"If you're not sure, I encourage you to choose happy. It's more fun than being sad."

"Michael, you really are a remarkable man."

"I'm trying."

"Yes, and I appreciate it." Jeanne paused. After a moment she asked, "So where do we go from here?"

"As your loving husband, I think I should help you get ready to please your new lover."

"He's not my lover. If Trent and I do decide to have an affair, love will never be part of the equation."

"Okay, then how shall we refer to your gentlemen friends?"

Jeanne grinned, "I like gentlemen friends, it has a sophisticated ring to it."

"I like it too, but it's a little cumbersome."

"How about if we refer to the men who are one night stands as dates."

"That's a good idea, it's nice and simple. If you do decide to have an affair with a man, I suggest that we should be honest and call him your boyfriend."

"Won't that bother you?"

"No, I don't think it will. To me, the term boyfriend evokes an image of a short term youthful infatuation. Isn't that what you want?"

"Will that be okay?"

"Do you promise to reserve your love for me?"

"Yes, of course I do."

"Then it will be okay."

We smiled at each other for a moment, and then Jeanne asked, "Are you still in the mood to try a little butt fucking?"

"Yes, I am."

Jeanne reached over to the bedside table and picked up the tube of lubricant that she'd earlier taken from her purse. Handing it to me, she rolled over onto her stomach and said, "Will you lube me up?"

"I'd be happy to do it." Jeanne has a gorgeous ass. I looked at it for a moment and then deciding that it wouldn't hurt to give her a quick kiss, I set the tube of lubricant on the bed, spread her ass cheeks, bent over and planted my lips on her anus.

Giggling, Jeanne said, "That feels good, but it's not what your supposed to be doing."

Ignoring Jeanne, I pushed my tongue into her asshole. She cooed, "Michael, that really does feel good."

I gave her several deep licks and then I sat up and said, "Sorry, I couldn't resist."

"Baby, as far as I'm concerned, you can do that anytime the mood strikes you."

"I'll remember that while we're touring San Francisco tomorrow."

Jeanne burst out laughing. "Are you suggesting that we occasionally slip off to a ladies room for a little fun?"

"It sounds like a good idea to me."

Still laughing, Jeanne said, "I can just imagine telling a woman who's impatiently knocking on a stall door. 'Just a minute ma'am. We'll be out as soon as my husband's finished licking my ass.' "

Shrugging, I said, "This is San Francisco. She probably wouldn't bat an eye."

Rolling her eyes Jeanne said, "Enough silly chit chat, grab that lube and grease me up. I'm ready to get fucked in the ass."

Both of us were giggling as I picked up the lube. I pulled Jeanne's cheeks apart and squirted a generous amount onto her asshole.

Jeanne said, "That feels weird."

I started rubbing the lube around her anus with my fingertips.

"Ooo, but that feels good."

I squeezed some lube onto my finger and pushed it into her. It slipped in easily.

"That feels really good."

I added some more lube and pushed a second finger into Jeanne.

"That feels really really good."

I pushed a third finger into her and started fucking her.

"Oh my god, Michael, that feels amazing."

"Are your ready to try my cock?"

"Oh, yes."

I pulled my fingers out of Jeanne's ass and rubbed the excess lube onto my cock. Then, I squeezed some more lube onto the head and rubbed it in with my hand. Once I was ready, I said, "How do you want to do this?"

"I was hoping you knew. You watch all the dirty movies."

"Those are porn stars. They're doing it as much for camera angle as comfort. A lot of times they start out with the woman on top, but from what you told me, Trent's probably going to want to be on top."

"I'll start out on top. This is my first time. Before I worry about anything else I need to find out how it feels to take a cock in my ass."

"That makes sense."

"Lie back. I'll start out facing you. I think I'll be able to control what's happening better that way."

"Okay."

Jeanne sat up. She turned so that she was facing me and straddled my hips. After taking a moment to get comfortable, she reached behind her and grasped my erection.

I smiled.

She said, "You like it when I hold your cock, don't you."

"Damn right."

"Let's see how you like this." Giggling, she slowly sat back.

I felt her rub the head of my cock in the crack of her ass. After finding her asshole, she held my erection in place, sat back and slowly guided it into her ass.

Jeanne was so well lubed that I easily slipped into her. Still, she continued to move slowly. As she gradually took more of my cock she smiled at me.

I asked, "How does it feel?"

"Weird, how does it feel for you?"

"Actually pretty good."

"Are you ready? I'm going to take the rest of it."

"Go for it."

Jeanne sat back. Suddenly the full length of my cock slipped into her ass. Gasping, she said, "Oh my."

"Are you still okay?"

"Oh yes."

"Does it feel good?"

"It does." Jeanne started to move up and down on me. "How does that feel?"

"Wonderful"

"I like it too, but now I'm ready to try a more daring position."

"One that Trent's going to like."

"Is that okay?"

"Definitely, what would you like to try?"

"I want to be on my back."

"I'll have to kneel and you'll have to pull your legs up."

"Okay, let's try it." Jeanne rolled off of me, lay back and spread her legs.

As I moved into position between them, I leaned down and gave her cunt a quick kiss.

She giggled. "I like it when you kiss me there."

"I like it, too."

Jeanne pulled her legs back, opening her ass to me. Laughing, she said, "I'm glad I still go to the gym five days a week. I need to be limber to do this."

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

I pushed my cock into Jeanne's ass. I moved slowly. She whispered, "That feels nice."

As soon as I was all the way inside her I asked, "Can I start fucking you?"

"Yes, but be gentle. I'm still a little nervous about this."

"Don't worry, I'll be careful; slow dancing only." I started fucking Jeanne's ass with a slow easy rhythm.

"Michael, that feels nice."

I picked up Jeanne's hand and placed her fingers on her cunt. She grinned. "What a good idea." She started rubbing her clit. I matched the motion of my hips to the rhythm of her fingers. We danced together. Our excitement started to build.

Suddenly, Jeanne stopped and said, "I want you to take me from behind."

"Will Trent want that?"

"Yes, I think he will."

"Then let's try it." I pulled out of Jeanne. As she rolled over I asked, "Is Trent a tall man?"

"He's about the same height as you."

"Try lying on your stomach. It may not work, but let's try it."

Jeanne lay flat. I straddled her, leaned forward so I was lying halfway on top of her and pushed my cock back into her ass. As I started fucking her I asked, "How is this?"

"It's comfortable, but I'd like to try it on my knees. Will you be able to reach me?"

"I think I can if I half stand. Let's try it." I pulled out of Jeanne. She raised up on her hands and knees. I quickly figured out that if I stood on one leg and knelt on the other I could comfortably slip my cock back into her ass.

I started fucking Jeanne again. At the same time, she balanced on one hand so that she could rub her clit with the fingers of the other hand.

Once again our excitement started to build. Jeanne whispered, "Faster and harder! Take me! Fuck me!"

I started fucking her harder

"Yes, that's what I want. Fuck me! Fuck my asshole!"

I felt the sensations of pleasure building in my loins. Suddenly, Jeanne arched her back and screamed. "Yes! Fuck my ass!"

As the torrent of pleasure rolled through Jeanne, I pulled my cock out of her rear and jacked myself off on her butt cheeks. As Jeanne's orgasm subsided she collapsed on the bed. I lay down next to her.

For a moment we both lay in contented silence. Finally Jeanne turned to me and asked, "Did you enjoy that?"

"I did, but honestly I enjoy fucking your pussy more."

"Me too. Why did you pull out? Why didn't you cum inside me?"

"I don't know much about this. I was afraid that if I came inside you, I might be giving you a semen enema."

"Thank you, I appreciate the concern. I don't know either. That won't be an issue with Trent. He'll have to wear a condom."

"It was fun experimenting with you."

"That was fun." Jeanne sighed. "Michael, I'm sorry that we haven't been experimenting like this for the past year."

"It's okay, that wasn't an attempt to make you feel guilty. I understand why you weren't experimenting with me. I just wanted you to know that I enjoyed doing it."

"Me, too. After we shower tomorrow morning, would you like to do some experimenting with oral sex? We can take turns doing each other and discussing what we like and don't like."

"That would be fun."

"Michael, I'm really tired. Would it be all right with you if we go to sleep now?"

"Yeah, it would be fine. It's been an exciting day, and you also had a two hour time change."

"That's right, I did. No wonder I'm so tired."

"I'll get you a towel. Between the lube and my cum I think you must be a little messy."

"Thank you, that would be nice."

I hurried into the bathroom, found a towel for Jeanne and quickly returned to the bed. She was just barely awake. I pulled down the covers, wiped her clean as best I could and tossed the towel on the desk.

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 our life. In fact, I'm starting to believe that you may have 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 quickly dressed and slipped quietly out of the motel room. There was a Starbucks eight blocks away. I bought two large coffees, two large orange juices 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 still planning to start communicating with me again."

"I am. Jeanne, I'm sorry I cut off communication. I had to do it. I was hurt. I needed some time alone to heal."

"I know, I'm sorry I hurt you."

Jeanne picked up one of the cups 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 of 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."

"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, "Isn't that good news?"

"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, he'd enjoy it.' "

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 a 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 husbands 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 amazing. 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.

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."

"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."

"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 sexual 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 so glad you feel that way. I wish you could come home with me."

Shaking my head, I said, "I wish I could too, but I can't."

"I know. You still need time to process all of this and you're right, I still need 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 I believe 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 believe 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 said, "How's that?"

"It's perfect; send it."

After sending the email, Jeanne said, "Let's finish our coffee and rolls and then we can take a shower."

"I think that's a wonderful idea."

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 an 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." I quickly added. "Right now, that's a pretty small group."

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 of her mouth and sat up. Her lower lip was coated with my fresh cum. Staring into my eyes, she said, "I love sucking your cock. I wish I hadn't wasted all those years as an uptight prude."

"You'll just have to make up for lost time." I kissed Jeanne. After we kissed, I took out my handkerchief and wiped my cum off of both of our lips.

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 spent reading and watching good 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."

"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 some 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?"

"I did. 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 understand."

"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 really is 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 knelt 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."

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

"That's okay, we can pretend."

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

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

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

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

"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."

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

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

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

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

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

Shaking her head, Jeanne said, "No, that's not why I'm 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?"

"Yes, 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 lust. As Jeanne rocked back and forth, she ground her cunt and ass into my face. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, pulled her to me and tried to fuck her with my tongue.

Jeanne started laughing. "Michael, this is 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. Waiting, 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."

"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'm 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?"

"Oh yes."

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 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."

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 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."

"That works for me."

"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 a heavy dose of 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 at 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."

"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 river walk?"

"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."

"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.