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Awakenings Ch. 12

An email from Ruth
Amy and I put the furniture back in place. After we finished I walked out to my Escape and brought my bags up to the guest bedroom. I'd be sleeping with Amy and Mel, but since there wasn't any spare storage space in their room the guest room was going to be my closet.

As soon as my bags were put away we went back downstairs. Mel was just leaving. She was dressed in a pink miniskirt, a pink brassiere, pink fishnet stockings held up by a pink garter belt and pink spike heeled pumps.

When I saw her I said, "You look fabulous."

Giggling, Mel asked, "Good enough to eat?" She lifted the hem of her skirt. Once again she wasn't wearing panties."

I laughed. "Sit on the counter. I'll do you right now."

Shaking her head, Mel said, "Sorry baby, at this moment this pussy's not for you. For the next couple of hours it belongs to Mark Raymond."

Amy leaned over and whispered into my ear, "You're a cuckold, get used to hearing that."

"The lessons continue." I was smiling.

Amy slipped her hand down the front of my jeans. As she wrapped her fingers around my cock she said, "Isn't that what you want?"

Mel was watching me.

I slowly nodded. "Yes, that's exactly what I want."

Still holding my cock, Amy said, "Good because we're eager to help you."

Mel leaned against the kitchen counter and stuck out her rear. "You can't have my pussy, that has to be clean and fresh for my date, but you could still give me a good bye kiss."

"It is the proper way for a cuckold to say good bye to his wife when she leaves to meet her lover." Amy pulled her hand out of my pants and gave me a little nudge.

I got down on my knees behind Mel, spread her beautiful milk chocolate cheeks and pressed my lips to her anus. She let me kiss and lick her for a moment and then she said, "Okay, move over, now it's Amy's turn. She's a cuckold too."

I stood up and stepped away.

Dropping to her knees behind Mel, Amy said, "I think this may have to become a regular ritual in this house." She spread Mel's cheeks and kissed her ass.

Giggling, Mel said, "I'm on board with that plan. I love having my ass kissed, but I want to do a little kissing too."

Amy stood up. "Don't worry baby, Michael and I will both be happy to give you a turn. After all, you're a cuckold too."

Mel gave me a wink and said, "I'm am and I'm proud of the title. It means I love my sweetheart enough to let her enjoy all the pleasures life has to offer."

I grinned at Mel.

Amy was grinning too, but then she glanced at the clock on the wall. It was ten minutes to one. Suddenly serious, she said, "Mel honey, you'd better hustle that luscious brown ass of yours down to the cottage. You don't want Mark Raymond to get there before you do."

Sighing, Mel said, "You're right. I'll see you in an hour and a half." She hurried into the garage. A moment later we heard the garage door open and then a car started.

Amy turned and walked through the door into the living room. "We'd better go out to the front porch and wait for Mel's date."

I followed her. As we sat down in the rockers we could see the Mercedes convertible with the top down turning into the cottage.

Amy said, "We generally use the Mercedes as our transportation between the house and the cottage."

"A few little luxuries can make going to work much easier."

"That's exactly how we feel."

Glancing towards the road leading to Mel and Amy's property, I noticed a plume of dust in the distance. I watched. After a moment a car came into view. I turned to Amy. "I think Mark Raymond is arriving."

Amy looked. "I think you're right."

We both watched. The car came closer. I could see that it was dark green BMW sedan. I said, "You're clients drive nice cars."

"They're all retired professionals. Money isn't an issue for them."

"You should charge more."

"We could, but money isn't an issue for us either."

The car turned onto Amy and Mel's road. As it slowly passed us we waved. The driver, a man in his sixties, waved back.

Amy picked up her cell phone and called Mel. "He just passed the house. He's alone. It looks good. Have fun. I'll see you in an hour or so." Amy shut off her cell phone and stood up. "Michael, I have an hour before I have to get ready for my date. I'm going to sit on the back veranda and read. Would you like to join me?"

"Thank you, I'd like that very much, but I was wondering, do you have wireless Internet?"

"Of course, if you'd like to use it, the access code is taped to the side of our router. The router is in our office. That's the little room off the kitchen."

"May I go in there?"

"Certainly, Michael you should feel free to go anywhere in this house."

"Thank you."

"I'm going to change and get my Kindle. I'll see you on the veranda."

I went into the kitchen office, found the router and wrote down the access code. Then I went upstairs to the guest room, started my laptop computer and entered the Internet access code.

Once I was logged on to the Internet I took my computer downstairs and joined Amy on the veranda. She was lying on a chaise lounge wearing a thong bikini that was so skimpy it would have created a scandal on a public beach.

Momentarily setting her Kindle down, Amy looked up at me and said, "Make yourself comfortable."

There were two more chaise lounges, but there was also a patio table with four chairs. I set my computer on the table. As I sat down in one of the chairs, I said, "I like your bathing suit."

"You really are a voyeur."

"Through and through, it's in my blood."

Amy laughed. "I'd love to lie out here naked, but I want the tan lines."

"You want the tan lines? I thought most women tried to avoid tan lines."

"Michael I'm a nude dancer. One of the tricks to nude dancing is making the guys believe they're getting to see something they're not supposed to see. Tan lines help create that illusion."

"So if we sit out here tonight after the sun goes down, you'll get naked?"

Shaking her head, Amy said, "Michael you are incorrigible."

"I try."

Amy smiled. "It's really easy to understand why your wife loves you so much. I've only known you for one day and I'm already enamored with you."

I shrugged.

Still smiling, Amy said, "Michael after dinner I promise you that Mel and I will both get naked, but it won't be out here. This is the desert in November. As soon as the sun goes down it gets cold out here."

"Okay, but I still like the part about getting naked."

"I'm sure you do Mr. Voyeur. Now, unless you want to discuss something that doesn't involve my getting naked I'm going to go back to my book."

"As long as you're placing that limitation on our conversation I can't think of anything I want to talk about."

"Be quiet and let me read."

"My wife says that to me a lot."

"I'll bet she does and since you've been gone I'll bet she misses you. I know I would if I was her."

"She's too busy dating other men to miss me."

"Michael, after the weekend the two of you just had in San Francisco do you really believe that?"

"No, I guess not."

"Damn right I guess not. This is cuckold lesson number three, or is it four or maybe even five. I'm losing track."

"Let's go with three."

"Okay, cuckold lesson number three, fucking has nothing to do with love. Cave men established that fifty thousand years ago and ever since then it's been an accepted truth. Jeanne is dating other men for one reason and only one reason, it's fun."

"You're going to have to keep repeating that over and over again."

"Baby, that's why you're in cuckold boot camp. Now can I read my book?"

"Yeah."

I logged onto my email site and signed into my account. There was an email from Ruth. It had been sent the previous afternoon.

I opened it.

"Michael,

The office is running well. Jason continues to be a good manager and Bernie Kyle is an excellent assistant. Charles and Edith Montgomery stopped by today to inquire about you. I assured them that you're doing well. They send their love.

I talked to Jeanne during lunch today. She is ecstatic. She had a wonderful time with you in San Francisco. She now hopes that you might eventually be able to forgive her and maybe even accept her new life style."

I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to update you on my personal life. Right now I only feel comfortable talking about this with you and Jeanne.

Saturday night both of the kids were at parties, so David and I had the house to ourselves. Following what has become our usual routine, we watched an erotic movie with the sound off. During the movie David lay between my legs and licked me while I told him about my dates with Nick Granger. Nick's that guy I was going out with just before I met David.

We were both having fun. I'd already had two orgasms. I was about to go down on David. Recently he's started to feel self conscious about the size of his penis so he has trouble fucking me. I've tried to reassure him that his penis feels wonderful inside me, but he won't believe me. He's now certain that after experiencing a man like Nick Granger I could never be satisfied with his tiny cock. Nick's big cock was exciting, but I love David so his cock will always be special for me. Unfortunately I can't convince him of that.

Anyway, just as I was about to go down on David he got up, walked over to his dresser, took out a package and brought it to me. I opened it. Inside there was a large, very life like rubber cock. It was ten inches long and thick.

As I examined it David asked me if I'd like him to fuck me with Nick's cock.

Michael, I stared at him for a moment. I wasn't sure what to say, but then I saw the longing in his eyes. Realizing that this was what he wanted, I said yes. Michael, it was wonderful. It wasn't as good as the real thing. Having Nick's muscular body on top of me while he thrusts his big cock in and out of my cunt is an amazing experience, but I have to admit that the rubber cock was a pretty good substitute. I had another orgasm and it was memorable.

Once I recovered from my orgasm I gave David a blow job and let him cum in my mouth. As soon as he finished ejaculating I kissed him and we shared his cum. This was something we read about in the cuckold stories on the Internet. David is hoping that some day I'll be sharing Nick Granger's cum with him.

Afterward we lay in bed cuddling and talking. David wants me to call Nick and start dating him. He's hoping that he'll eventually get to watch the two of us together, but he tells me that just the thought of Nick fucking me drives him wild. He wants to be my cuckold. He would love to help me get ready for a date and then happily wait for me to return home and tell him every detail about the sex Nick and I enjoyed.

I'm pretty sure that Nick would be open to the idea of getting together with me. I recently talked to several old friends who still see Nick. They said that he asks about me all the time and they also told me that they've seen him at parties with women they knew were married.

While I have to admit that I'm intrigued by the idea, I'm also afraid of it. I fear that this might be one of those situations where the fantasy is exciting, but the reality is disastrous. I love David so much. I don't want to risk doing anything that might jeopardize our relationship.

We are considering an alternative. Jeanne told me about Brady's. I told David. He wants to do it. He wants me to go in with Jeanne. He'll come in a few minutes later and sit at the bar by himself. He wants to watch me do it all; meet a guy, dance with him, make out in a back booth and most of all go out to the parking lot with him.

Michael, we're seriously considering doing this. Do you think we're crazy? I really want your opinion. I value your judgment and you're in the middle of a similar situation with Jeanne. Please give us some advice. David is pushing me to try it. While I have to admit that I want to do it too, I'm scared. I love David so much. I can't bear the thought of doing something that might hurt him.

Ruth"

I leaned back in my chair and sighed. Ruth was my closest friend. She was asking for my advice and I didn't know what to tell her. I closed my eyes and tried to think.

Noticing my sudden disquiet, Amy set her Kindle down and asked, "Michael honey, what's wrong? It looks like you just got terrible news. Is Jeanne all right?"

"Jeanne's fine."

"Then what's wrong sweetheart?"

I looked at Amy. Both she and Mel had demonstrated a keen understanding of interpersonal relationships, especially sexual relationships. I needed advice and they were my best resource. For a moment I was concerned that discussing this situation might be a violation of Ruth's trust, but I quickly realized that wasn't a valid concern. It was highly unlikely that Amy and Mel would ever meet Ruth and David and if by some remote chance they did end up meeting they certainly wouldn't be passing judgment on their sexual inclinations.

Deciding that the advantages of discussing Ruth and David's situation with Amy and eventually Mel far outweighed the disadvantages, I said, "A close friend is asking for advice about her sexual relationship with her husband."

"Do you feel comfortable discussing it with us?"

Amy's use of the plural pronoun us made it clear that anything I told her would eventually go to Mel too. That was all right with me. I trusted both of them. Nodding, I said, "Yes, I trust you both and I value your opinions."

Amy smiled.

Deciding to give her some background, I said, "I guess it started with the problems I was having with Jeanne. Ruth runs my accounting office."

"She's your secretary."

"No, Ruth is a lot more than that. She actually runs the office."

"Okay."

"She's also my friend. Ruth and I confide in each other. She knew about everything that was happening. The Saturday before I began my trip I was meeting with an elderly couple who were both valued clients and old friends. Ruth was there too. The couple noticed that I seemed upset and asked me about it. Since they were close friends so I told them everything."

"Wasn't that the same day you walked in on Jeanne and that man?"

"The meeting with Charles and Edith Montgomery was that afternoon."

"You must have been noticeably upset."

"I was. Charles talked with me in private. What he told me was a complete surprise. When they were younger his wife had been part of a group of women who regularly dated other men with their husbands permission. They even enjoyed weekend retreats at luxury resorts with other men."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"And their husbands knew what was happening?"

"Yes, Charles told me that it took time; but he eventually not only learned to accept what Edith was doing, he actually enjoyed it."

"Michael, you're not alone."

"No, I'm not. That's becoming abundantly clear."

"So did you tell Ruth what Charles told you?"

"I didn't have to, while Charles was talking to me Edith was in the outer office talking to Ruth."

"And she told her everything."

"That's right."

"Did Ruth start thinking about cuckolding her husband after that conversation?"

"Not exactly. There's more. Even though they're in their seventies Charles and Edith still have an active sex life."

"Good for them." Amy was smiling. It wasn't a sarcastic smile.

That made me smile. I continued. "They told us that after the meeting they planned to go home and watch a Diamond Foxx movie. Diamond Foxx is a porn star. Charles and Edith believe that when Edith was in the prime of her hot wife days she looked a lot like Diamond Foxx."

Nodding, Amy said, "I get it, watching one of her movies is a walk down memory lane for them."

"That's right."

"Okay, how does that relate to Ruth and her husband?"

"After Charles and Edith left, Ruth asked me if there were any porn stars who resembled Jeanne or her."

"She must have been aware of your passion for the erotic cinema."

"Sarcasm?"

"Sorry, I couldn't resist."

We both laughed.

I said, "Ruth and Jeanne have been friends for years. I suspect Jeanne may have occasionally alluded to that particular passion of mine, especially after a glass of wine or two."

"So are there any porn stars who resemble either Jeanne or Ruth."

"Oh yes."

"May I ask who?"

"Are you an aficionado of the cinema?"

"No, but this evening, after dinner, I can now assure you that Mel and I are going to ask you to share some of the highlights of your collection with us. I assume that you do have a collection."

"I do."

"On your lap top?"

"Of course."

"We have the necessary equipment to connect your laptop to the big screen television in the living room."

"This has the potential to be a very interesting evening."

"Honey, with Mel and me it's always going to be an interesting evening."

"I believe that."

"So tell me more about Ruth and her husband. Was there really a porn star who looked like her?"

"Yes, Roxanne Hall."

"We'll certainly want one of her movies on our viewing list this evening."

"That's easily arranged."

"Okay, so what happened?"

"That night Ruth and her husband bought a Roxanne Hall movie on the Internet. They watched it in their bedroom. Ruth said it led to the best sex they'd had in a long time. After that they started watching Roxanne Hall movies whenever they had an opportunity. It wasn't long before David was telling Ruth that when he was watching Roxanne Hall with another man he was imagining that it was her."

"His cuckold inclinations were beginning to surface."

"That's exactly what was happening."

"How did Ruth React?"

"She'd been a witness to everything that had been occurring between Jeanne and me so the situation wasn't completely foreign to her. Prior to meeting David she'd also been rather adventurous, particularly with a man named Nick Granger. Nick was consummate lover, but he was also a number one rogue. When Ruth met David she immediately realized that while that he wasn't nearly as exciting as Nick he was a solid, reliable man."

"Outstanding husband material." Amy was nodding.

"That's right, so Ruth immediately dumped Nick and married David."

"And now that David's cuckold inclinations are surfacing Nick is being brought back into the picture. Is he still around?"

"Apparently he is. I think it's time for you to read Ruth's email."

"All right."

Amy read Ruth's email. After she was finished she said, "Oh my." And then she looked at me and said, "Micheal, I can see why you're perplexed. This is a complicated situation."

I nodded.

Shaking her head, Amy added, "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid we're going to have to table any further discussion until this evening. I need to get ready for my three o'clock date. I'd also like to include Mel."

"I would too."

"This afternoon while she's cooking dinner would you please tell her everything you just told me."

"Of course."

"Then the three of us can discuss it while we're eating dinner."

"That's a good idea."

"I have to go upstairs, take a shower and get dressed for my date."

"I'll be fine here. I'm going to read the rest of my emails and then I'll put together a video show for tonight."

"Oh yes, I want to see Diamond Foxx and Roxanne Hall and you said there was a woman who looked like Jeanne. I want to see her too."

"I'll put it all together."

"I can't wait." Amy turned and hurried into the house.

I'd been wading through my spam for about ten minutes when I heard someone in the house. I turned. Mel was standing in the doorway. She looked glum.

I said, "Mel what's the matter?"

She said, "Michael, will you hold me."

"Of course I will" Turning my chair, I patted my knee and said, "Sit here."

Mel sat down. I put my arms around her. She wrapped her arms around me and laid her head on my shoulder. I rocked her like I used to rock my girls when they were upset. After a few minutes I whispered. "Mel honey, what's the matter? Did Mark Raymond hurt you?"

She shook her head. "No, not physically."

"What did he do?"

"He spent the entire time kissing my feet and licking my ass."

"Is that bad?"

"Sometimes it is." I looked up. Amy was standing in the doorway.

"I don't understand."

Amy said, "Michael when you or I lick Mel's ass we do it because we're expressing our love for her. She's our queen, our goddess. We're showing her that we'll do anything for her. And then she kisses and licks our asses and expresses that same love."

"Okay."

"But there are some men who want to kiss and lick Mel's ass for another reason. For them it's a form of masochism. Licking a black woman's ass is the ultimate humiliation. When they do it they're not worshiping Mel, they're denigrating her."

Understanding, I held Mel as tightly in my arms as I possibly could and whispered, "Melody, you're a wonderful bright woman with beautiful coffee colored skin. I hope you will always be my friend."

Mel sat up and stared into my eyes. "Michael stay with us for awhile, please."

Amy said, "Right now we need you just as much as you need us. You're trying to learn how to accept life with a philandering wife and we're two old whores trying to cope with the trials of our profession and the reality of advancing age. Please stay."

I kissed Mel and then I looked at Amy and said, "I'll stay for awhile. That's all I can promise."

Mel smiled. "Sometimes a little bit of love goes a very long way."

Still holding Mel on my lap I turned and looked at Amy. I gasped. My attention had been focused on Mel so I hadn't noticed Amy's outfit.

She was dressed in a black leather and lace corset that left her large breasts fully exposed. The corset had straps that held up black fishnet stockings. On her feet she wore black patent leather ankle high boots with what had to be at least five inch stiletto heels. She wasn't wearing panties leaving her shaved pussy fully exposed. A heavy layer of mascara and eyeshadow darkened her eyes and her lips were painted with a deep crimson lip gloss.

Noticing my reaction, Amy smiled, "I gather that my outfit has caught your attention. Do you like it?"

"I've never really thought of myself as a submissive, or for that matter a dominant; But right now I have to admit that I have a nearly uncontrollable urge to get down on my knees and kiss the toes of those patent leather boots you're wearing."

Amy grinned. "That's the look I was trying for."

Laughing, I said, "You got it."

Mel stood up. "Michael honey, if it's any consolation right now I have that exact same urge except I want to kiss her booty."

I said, "Can I get in line behind you?"

Mel said, "Hell yes." Now all three of us were laughing.

Leaning forward, Amy rested her hands on the back of one of the patio table chairs and stuck out her rear. Mel got down on her knees, spread Amy's cheeks and gave her a passionate kiss.

Giggling, Amy said, "Ooo a little tongue too."

Standing up, Mel said, "Damn right, I'm from Chicago. We always use a little tongue." Turning to me she said, "Now it's your turn. I'm gonna let you in on a secret. Amy's from Wisconsin. If you give her a little tongue she'll wiggle her butt while you kiss her."

As I got down on my knees I asked, "Do all women from Wisconsin wiggle their butts when you give 'em a little tongue?"

"I can't say for sure, because I've only been with one woman from Wisconsin; but I have heard rumors."

Shaking her head, Amy said, "Michael just give me my kiss. I have to get to work."

I spread Amy's cheeks and pressed my lips to her puckered hole. As I kissed her I pushed my tongue into her. Giggling, Amy wiggled her hips.

Next to me, Mel said, "I told ya."

I gave Amy another kiss and stood up. All three of us were laughing.

Mel looked at me and said, "Michael, even if it's only going to be for a little while I'm glad you're here. You're fun."

Kissing my cheek, Amy said, "I think you're fun too."

I smiled.

Sighing, Amy said, "I wish I didn't have to go to work right now."

Mel said, "One of us has to go. We promised Jim Michaels that we'd punish him this afternoon."

Giggling, Amy said, "And I'm certain he deserves it. I'm dressed for the part and you're cooking. I'll go. Is the whip in the cottage?"

"It's in the bedroom closet. Remember, Jim's married. Don't leave any marks."

"I'll be careful. And now I absolutely have to leave. I'll see the two of you in an hour or so." She turned and hurried back into the house."

As soon as she was gone Mel said, "We'd better move out to the front porch so we can spot for Amy. Once we're sure everything is all right I'll take a shower and go to the grocery store. I'll have to hurry. I want to get dinner made before the sun goes down."

"Why?"

"Michael when the sun is setting the Catalina mountains turn a beautiful shade of pink. When that happens the three of us want to be sitting on the veranda sipping our cocktails."

"I like this plan, but if we're pressed for time why don't I sit on the front porch and spot for Amy while you shower."

"Would you do that for us?"

"Of course I will. All I have to do is make sure Jim Michael's is alone and no other cars are following him. Once I'm certain it's okay I call Amy, right."

"That's right and in the highly unlikely event that it's not okay, call Amy and say these words; It doesn't look right. Don't answer the door. She'll go into the bathroom and wait there until we call her again. You should continue sitting on the front porch and watch what's happening. Do not attempt to engage the authorities. They're on our private property. There's a no trespassing sign where you turn into our driveway. Before they can take action the police have to have probable cause. Our plan is to try very hard not to give it to them."

"What if they wait fifteen minutes and then raid the cottage."

"Once the sex starts it gets messy for them. We can cry entrapment. Even more important, the police have to report what they observed when they entered the cottage. That report becomes part of the public record. We rely on the assumption that our clients are going to be reticent to agree to anything that might result in public embarrassment for them."

"I understand. Jim Michaels is not going to want a police report that describes him getting punished by Amy."

"You mean Mistress Simone."

"Yes, Mistress Simone."

"He'd be the laughing stock of his retirement community."

"He would be, wouldn't he."

Mel handed her cell phone to me. "It's set, all you have to do is press the call button. I'm going to take a shower and then I'm going to the grocery store. Do you like chicken stir fry?"

"Very much, can I go to the grocery store with you?"

"Sure, that would be fun."

"Can we stop at a liquor store? I'd like to buy a couple of bottles of wine to have with dinner."

"Honey, this is Arizona. All the grocery stores sell liquor and they all have a nice selection of wines."

Mel went up to the bedroom to shower and change clothes. I walked out to the front porch, sat down in one of the rockers and waited for Jim Michaels.

As I sat down I noticed that Amy was parking the Mercedes in front of the cottage. I watched her get out and walk inside.

I was just starting to relax when I heard the noise of a car in the distance. I waited. After a moment I saw a dark green Volvo Sedan coming down the road. I watched it slow at the corner and then turn onto Amy and Mel's road. Carefully negotiating the bumps and ruts the Volvo drove past the house. A gray haired gentleman who looked to be in his early sixties was driving. He appeared to be alone

I waved. He stopped and studied me. I smiled and waved again. After a moment he waved back and then he continued on towards the cottage.

I turned my attention back to the road in from Catalina. Not seeing signs of any more cars I picked up Mel's cell phone and pushed the call button. Amy answered immediately.

I said, "Your gentleman caller is on his way in. He's an older man who appears to be alone. I don't see any signs of other cars so it looks like everything is A okay."

Amy giggled. "So now you're spotting for us. Welcome to the seamy world of illicit sex."

"Thank you, I have to admit that it's fun."

"It is exciting, isn't it."

"Yes, but you'd better hang up and get ready to greet Prince Charming. He's getting out of his car."

"Thanks Michael, I'll see you in about an hour."

"Bye Amy, have fun."

"Believe me Michael, I'm going to." Amy ended the call.

I smiled as I set Mel's cell phone on the table next to my rocker. Three months ago I was living in an upscale suburban house with my prim and proper wife. I was a middle aged accountant who owned his own firm. My two daughters had just graduated from college. Now my prim and proper wife was dating other men, I'd recently discovered that my oldest daughter was a dominatrix and I was working as a volunteer assistant for two ladies of the evening. Life occasionally takes unexpected turns.

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