After Mel, Amy and I finished talking to Jeanne, we went upstairs to the bedroom. On the way Amy explained, "Michael, almost everyone who regularly plays dominant submissive games or sadomasochistic games has a safe word."
"I understand. I've read about them. It's a safety net for the sub."
Shaking her head, Mel said, "No Michael, that's not the real purpose."
"I don't understand."
Amy said, "Michael, I love Mel and she loves me. While we occasionally like to play some wickedly kinky games, we don't want to hurt each other. Knowing that we have a safe word allows us to push each others limits without having to worry that we might be going too far."
Nodding, Mel said, "That's right, a safe word allows us to get really nasty with each other."
Shaking her head, Amy said, "Michael, we're serious and you need to understand this. You have an adventurous wife. She wants to experiment. She trusts you. She wants to experiment with you. You're not a dominant sadist. The only way you'll be able to push Jeanne's limits is if you feel confident that she can stop you if you go too far. A safe word will help you."
"Okay, I guess I understand. What's your safe word?"
Mel said, "Time out."
"You mean like the sports term."
Amy said, "Pretty much, actually I guess that's exactly what it is. When one of us feels like things are getting out of control or taking an uncomfortable turn we call time out. That gives us an opportunity to talk about what's happening."
"Does that happen very often?"
"Almost never. Amy and I have been together for a long time. We have a good understanding of what we both enjoy and don't enjoy. Still, it's sometimes fun to push each other a little bit. The safe word makes that easier."
"I get it."
"Are you ready to watch?" Amy was smiling.
Looking at Mel, Amy said, "You first."
Mel winked at me and then she took a deep breath and barked at Amy, "Okay slut, get your clothes off. Tonight you're my bitch and I want my bitch naked."
I was surprised as I watched Amy hurriedly undress. Her usual confident demeanor had vanished. The brash boldness that was always present in her eyes had been replaced by a look of meek acquiescence. Mel, on the other hand, now looked like a firebrand from hell. I was both amazed and aroused by their ability to effortlessly slip into characters so different from their natural dispositions.
After laying her clothes on her dresser Amy turned and stood naked in front of Mel and me waiting for instructions.
"Get down on your knees bitch. Crawl over and undress me."
Amy complied immediately. Mel stood coolly nonchalant, staring down at her girlfriend as she obediently removed her clothing. I watched in rapt silence.
As soon as Mel was naked she ordered, "Lay my clothes on your dresser and fetch the toy box."
Amy stood, quickly gathered up Mel's Jeans, tee shirt and panties and laid them on the dresser. Once that was finished she hurried into their walk in closet. A moment later she reappeared carrying a box about one foot by two feet. Covered with white satin and decorated with gold flowers imbedded with brightly colored jewels, the box was reminiscent of a jewelry box that might have been found in the boudoir of a Renaissance queen.
Amy laid the box on Mel's dressing table.
"Open it." Mel was standing with her hands on her hips. She reminded me of a Marine Corps drill sergeant.
Amy opened the box.
"Bring me my cock."
Amy took out a leather harness and a large lifelike black rubber phallus. After slipping the base of the dildo into the harness she walked over to Mel, kneeled at her feet and strapped the harness to her hips.
"Now fetch the handcuffs." Mel was still standing with her hands on her hips, but now a large black erection extended proudly from her mons venus. It was an amazingly erotic sight.
Standing up, Amy hurried back to Mel's dressing table. She took four pairs of gold plated handcuffs and four gold chains from the toy box and brought them to the bed.
"You know what to do next."
Nodding, Amy wrapped one of the chains around each of the corner bed posts. Then she slipped one of the open handcuffs through the two links at the end of each chain and snapped them shut. Once that was done she looked at Mel.
Mel said, "Lie down on the bed and assume the position."
Amy immediately lay down spread eagle on the bed. The chains were just long enough for the open end of each pair of handcuffs to reach one of her wrists or ankles.
Mel slipped the open end of each pair of handcuffs around Amy's wrists and ankles and snapped them shut. When she was finished Amy was bound spread eagle on the bed. I looked at her cunt. It glistened with her moisture. Amy was definitely aroused.
Mel walked over to her dressing table, took a large ostrich plume out of the toy box and returned to the bed. Setting the ostrich plume next to Amy, Mel straddled her face and sat down. The large black rubber phallus still jutted obscenely from her pubic mound. "Now you're mine slut. I intend to have some fun. You can lick my ass while I play."
For the next twenty minutes I watched Mel pinch, slap, fondle and tickle Amy. At times Amy begged Mel to stop. Mel callously ignored all of her pleas. I understood. Amy didn't say the words, time out. If she'd really wanted Mel to stop that was all she had to do.
Mel finally did stop, but not because of Amy's pleas. It was time to play a different game. Slipping off of Amy's face, she turned around and straddled her chest. As she rubbed Amy's lips with the head of her rubber cock Mel said, "Suck my dick slut. Show us what a good cocksucker you are."
Amy obediently opened her mouth and began hungrily sucking and licking Mel's dildo. Her eyes were crazed with lust. It was clear she was enjoying this game every bit as much as Mel was.
As I watched I considered taking my cock out and masturbating, but realizing that it would temporarily dampen my own lust, I resisted. As it turned out I'm glad I chose to control myself because I was about to become an active participant in Mel and Amy's kinky game.
Mel let Amy suck her for a moment and then pulling back, she said, "That's enough slut. It's time for me to fuck you."
Breathless with excitement, Amy answered, "Yes please."
As Mel positioned herself between Amy's spread thighs, she said, "You are a slut."
Amy stared up at her.
Rubbing the head of her dildo up and down the length of Amy's wet cunt, Mel said, "Is this what you want slut?"
"Oh god yes, please fuck me!"
Still teasing Amy's cunt with the head of her rubber phallus, Mel said, "Beg for it bitch. Beg for my cock."
"Please Mistress Melody, please give me your cock. I need it. You're driving me insane. I have to have it."
"Tell us why."
"I'm a slut. I love cock. I can never get enough."
"All right." Mel pushed the full length of her dildo into Amy. Amy was so wet that it slipped in easily.
Mel slowly pulled the phallus out. As she thrust it in again, she said, "Is this what you wanted slut?"
"Yes, yes, fuck me; fuck me hard."
Now ruthlessly pumping her cock in and out of Amy, Mel said, "You like it hard, don't you bitch."
"Yes, I want it rough. Use me, fuck me like a slut."
"How much cock do you want? Tell us."
"As much as I can get."
"Why? Tell us why?"
"Because I'm a cock hungry slut, "
Suddenly Mel stopped fucking Amy. Pulling back, she stood up and turned to me. "Okay Michael, you heard her. She's a cock hungry slut. It's your turn. She's a fuck toy. Use her like one."
Behind her Amy lay spread eagle on the bed, her exposed cunt wet and gaping from Mel's rubber phallus. Smiling at me, Amy seductively licked her lips. I smiled back at her.
Noticing my smile, Mel said, "The sluts teasing you, isn't she."
"Fuck her Michael, give her what she wants."
As I was stripping off my clothes Mel said, "You understand that we're teaching you how to play with Jeanne. She wants this. We know it's not part of your nature, but she trusts you. She may never be comfortable letting any other man do this with her."
"Good, now fuck Amy. She's tied helplessly to the bed. For the next few minutes she's your toy. Use her, use her for your pleasure. Ravish her."
I stared at Amy. She was waiting, helpless, open, eager to be ravished; but Mel had been right. This wasn't part of my nature. I wasn't a ravisher.
Recognizing why I was hesitating, Amy said, "It's okay Michael. We're just playing a game. This is your role in the game. Relax and enjoy it. That's what I'm going to do. I'm excited. I can't wait to be ravished by you."
That made me grin. It gave me confidence too. I could play a role. I also knew that Amy and Mel were right, Jeanne will want to play games like this one and at least at first, she'll want to play them with me because she trusts me.
Jeanne and I both regretted how all of this started. Jeanne should have shared her original awakening with me. Unfortunately she didn't. While both of us now wished we could go back to the beginning and restart this journey together, that wasn't possible; but I was beginning to understand what Amy and Mel were doing. They were guiding me to a point where Jeanne and I might be able to begin exploring this new life together. For that to happen I needed to learn to be just as adventurous as Jeanne. That meant that I had to be able to play roles outside my comfort zone.
Still grinning, I looked at Amy and then at Mel.
Mel asked, "What?"
I winked at her and then I turned to Amy, wiggled my eyebrows and said, "Get ready to be ravished."
Both women started giggling.
Climbing on top of Amy, I stared into her eyes and said, "You're mine slut."
Still giggling, Amy stuck her tongue out at me. I winked at her and then I kissed her hard on the lips and pushed the full length of my cock into her slippery cunt.
I waited. Several seconds passed and then I slowly started fucking her. While I knew I was supposed to be rough, I didn't want to be a rammer and jammer, so I opted for slow firm thrusts.
After a moment Amy whispered, "Damn Michael, that feels really good."
I continued fucking Amy with a slow easy rhythm.
Amy said, "Now Michael, I'm ready for it. Give it to me hard."
I continued with my slow easy rhythm.
"Damn it Michael, you're driving me crazy. Fuck me, fuck me hard!"
"Beg for it."
"You're my sex toy. Isn't that the game we're playing?"
"You son of a bitch."
Behind me I heard Mel giggling.
I again said, "Beg for it. Beg for my cock."
"Oh hell, please give me your cock. Please fuck me."
"Are you my slut?"
"Yes damn it. I'm your slut. I'm your mother fucking slut. Now fuck me!"
I picked up the pace. My thrusts were faster and harder.
"Yesss, that's what I want. Fuck me you son of a bitch, fuck me hard!"
I started ramming my cock in and out of Amy's cunt. While I was confident this was what Amy wanted. I was still nervous about doing it and I was paying close attention to how she responded.
Amy's response was immediate. "That's right Michael, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a slut!"
Emboldened by Amy's reaction, I closed my eyes and started fucking her with ruthless abandon.
She screamed with delight.
Behind me, Mel said, "That's right Michael, give it to her. Give it to her hard. That's what she wants."
I kept fucking Amy.
Beneath me, I felt Amy's muscles tighten and then she cried, "Holy mother fucker!" and started to shake.
Mel said, "Don't stop Michael. Keep fucking her."
I continued fucking Amy. As her orgasm began to subside I felt the familiar warmth growing in my own loins. I kept pumping my cock in and out of Amy's cunt. Every nerve in my body was tingling with mounting pleasure, pleasure that was quickly building to an intense crescendo.
Wanting to savor the final moments I slowed my tempo. I opened my eyes and looked at Amy. She was staring up at me, smiling. I smiled back at her and then I closed my eyes, made one final long slow thrust into her cunt and began ejaculating.
As my orgasm ebbed, I realized that Amy was giggling. Behind me I heard Mel giggling too. Embarrassed, I pulled out of Amy, sat up and looked at Mel. "Was I really that bad?"
Mel stared at me. After a moment she said, "Baby, you misunderstood. We weren't laughing at you, we were giggling because you played your role so well."
Next to me Amy said, "Michael, you were magnificent. You teased me and then you fucked me. You fucked me really hard. It was wonderful. You made me cum. Sweetie I'm a hooker. I never cum on a guy's cock."
My confidence restored, I smiled.
Mel asked, "What got into you?"
Shrugging, I said, "I realized that Jeanne needs me. Yes, she has other guys and while I understand that she's going to keep playing with them, you both said it earlier. She's adventurous. She wants to try new things. She needs someone she can trust to experiment with her. I want to be that person."
Mel said, "Michael, Jeanne wants you to be that person too."
"I believe that, but if I am going to be that person I have to become just as adventurous as she is."
Smiling Mel said, "That's right and you just took a big step towards that goal."
"Hey, this is a touching conversation and I am enjoying it, but I'd enjoy it even more if I wasn't handcuffed to this damned bed."
Mel and I both looked at Amy. She was still lying spread eagle on the bed. Mel and I both noticed the trickle of my semen oozing from her cunt. We smiled at each other. Mel asked, "May I do the honors?"
"By all means."
Mel and I both stood up. She took my place on the bed and I took her place in the chair at the foot of the bed.
Slipping between Amy's parted thighs, Mel said, "Michael left a little treat. Before we release you I'm going to take care of it."
Realizing what Mel was about to do, Amy said, "I'd be surprised and disappointed if you didn't."
"Don't worry, I won't disappoint you."
"I'm sure you won't."
Mel buried her face in Amy's cunt. Back to my comfortable role as a voyeur, I watched.
After a moment Mel sat up and turned to me. Her face glistened with the combined moisture of Amy's sex and my semen. Licking her lips, she wiggled her finger at me. She was inviting me to join her on the bed.
It was an invitation I had to accept. As soon as I was seated next to her, Mel placed her hand on the back of my head, gently pulled my face to hers and kissed me. I knew what she was doing. I didn't care. If Mel could swallow my semen, I could certainly taste it. I'd done the same thing with Jeanne in San Francisco. It was a little kinky, but I was learning that kinky can be fun.
As soon as Mel was finished kissing me, she moved over and kissed Amy. I watched. This was a long kiss filled with passion. It made me smile. My two friends loved each other very much.
When they broke off their kiss Amy said, "Is it finally time to release me?"
"Yes baby, it is." Mel stood up, walked over to her dressing table, took a key on a large ring from the toy box and returned to the bed. As she unlocked the handcuffs restraining Amy, she said, "Michael, now it's your turn."
Sitting up, Amy said, "Yes it is. Are you ready cuckboy?"
Suddenly overwhelmed with anxiety I stared at them.
Mel said, "Sweetie, trust us. You know we'd never do anything that would actually hurt you."
Nodding, I said, "I do know that."
Amy added, "And it is an important part of your development. If you really are going to be adventurous you have to be willing to try new things."
"Are you going to handcuff me to the bed?"
Mel stood up and walked over to the toy box. She returned holding a dog collar and a leash. "No honey we have something that will be much more appropriate for you. You need to be trained."
Amy giggled. "Don't worry Michael, it's going to be fun."
Laughing, I said, "The two of you have a very creative interpretation of the word fun."
"Yes we do, but have we ever steered you wrong?" Mel was grinning at me.
"No, you haven't. I can always call time out, right?"
Nodding, Mel said, "Yes, if you do that we'll stop immediately.
Taking a deep breath, I said, "Okay, let's do it. You're right. If I really am going to become more adventurous I have to be willing to try new things."
Mel placed the collar around my neck, fastened it and attached the leash.
While Mel was doing that Amy stood up and walked into the closet. A moment later she returned carrying a horse whip. She stood next to me smiling while she slowly tapped the tip of the whip in the palm of her hand.
Mel stepped back creating a slight tension on the leash. "Mikey, you're now our pet. In this house pets aren't allowed on the furniture. Get down on the floor where you belong."
Smacking her whip against the mattress next to me, Amy barked, "Now Mikey! Do it now!"
Mel tugged on the leash. "You heard her. I suggest you obey immediately."
I jumped off the bed and dropped to my hands and knees on the floor. Looking up, I saw both Amy and Mel towering over me, naked. It was both frightening and intensely erotic.
Amy winked at me. Mel blew me a kiss. That was all it took. I realized I could trust them. I relaxed and decided to enjoy the experience.
They began my training by making me crawl around the bedroom on all fours while they took turns tugging on my leash and lightly whipping me with the riding crop.
After they got bored with that they ordered me to kneel on the floor and kiss and lick their feet while they sat on the edge of the bed making out. I loved that. It appealed to my voyeurism. I could happily spend hours watching two beautiful naked women make out. Kissing their feet while they were doing it was fun too. There wasn't any doubt that this staid midwestern accountant was now happily riding Jeanne's merry band wagon of kinky sex.
Mel and Amy finished by taking turns sitting on my face and kneeling between my legs, twisting and pinching my nipples and fondling and squeezing my cock and balls. For the first time in my life I grasped the concept that sensations of pleasure and mild pain can be equally exciting. Especially if those sensations occur in an intensely sexual situation such as having a beautiful naked woman rubbing her cunt in your face.
The entire time Mel and Amy were gentle, caring and kept the mood light. I have to admit that I enjoyed it. Not because I discovered a latent desire to be a submissive. I enjoyed it because it was kinky and different. That was what made it fun.
Later, as I was falling asleep I couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened. While it was wild and kinky, it had been an amazingly exciting evening. I thought about Jeanne and her new life. I realized that I now understood why she enjoyed being a slut. Creative, imaginative sex can be an exciting adventure. I smiled. I was beginning to understand that life as the husband of a slut wife could also be an exciting adventure.
Wednesday I returned to Danny's Lounge with Amy and Mel. Three more girls had brought their financial data, so I once again spent the afternoon in the dancer's dressing room organizing financial portfolios while beautiful women dressed and undressed around me. It was a tough job, but somebody had to do it.
When Jeanne called Wednesday evening she mostly chatted with Amy and Mel. They were quickly becoming close friends.
Thursday was Thanksgiving Day. In the morning Amy and I helped Mel prepare the turkey while we watched the parade. Once the turkey was in the oven we settled down in front of the television and watched the first NFL game. After the game we prepared the rest of the meal. We ate dinner at 5:00. It was wonderful.
We'd just finished cleaning up when Jeanne called. It was 7:30.
Mel answered the telephone. "Hi Jeanne, give us a second."
We quickly moved into the living room. As soon as we were seated on the couch in front of the fireplace Mel switched on the speaker. "Jeanne, we're comfortable and ready to talk. Everyone is here and the speaker phone is on."
"Hi Michael. Hi Amy."
Amy and I both answered, "Hi Jeanne."
Jeanne asked, "How was your Thanksgiving?"
I said, "It was wonderful. Mel is an excellent cook. How was yours?"
There was a pause and then Jeanne said, "Kind of strange."
Mel said, "Tell us."
"We've talked before about Tricia and Paul's relationship."
Amy said, "Yes, he's submissive to her."
"This was the first time I actually witnessed it."
Mel said, "We're listening."
"Jodie rode with me. When we arrived at Tricia's apartment Paul opened the door and greeted us. Only it wasn't like a friend greeting other friends or even a young man greeting his girlfriends mother. It was more like a butler answering the door at a wealthy aristocrats mansion. No, that's not quite right. Paul was wearing a frilly pink lace apron. It was more like a maid answering the door. When Paul greeted us he called me Ms. Jeanne and Jodie Ms. Jodie. As we stepped into their apartment he announced our arrival to Tricia by saying, Ms. Patricia, your guests are here."
I said, "He called Tricia Ms. Patricia?"
I looked at Amy and Mel. "I can't remember the last time I called Tricia Patricia. She doesn't like it. She thinks it's too stuffy."
"Paul now calls her Patricia. Jodie told me he's no longer allowed to call her Tricia. She said Tricia told her she believes slaves shouldn't be allowed to be familiar with their superiors. They always need to remember their place."
Mel said, "Damn, Tricia is into this."
Nodding, Amy said, "It certainly seems like that. Tell us more."
"Tricia didn't treat Paul like a boyfriend, she treated him like a servant. He waited on us the entire time we were there. He brought us wine and appetizers, prepared the dinner, served the dinner, cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen by himself. Tricia never did anything to assist him. When I offered to help Paul Tricia actually stopped me. She explained that Paul was her slave. Serving her and her guests was his duty. Michael, Paul wasn't even permitted to sit at the table and have Thanksgiving dinner with us. He had to eat in the kitchen by himself. On the way home Jodie told me Tricia regularly entertains men in her apartment and makes Paul wait on them just like he waited on us today."
Mel asked, "Jeanne, what was his demeanor like? Did he seem sad or depressed?"
"Not really, but he wasn't bubbling with joy either."
Amy said, "He was working hard. He may just have been focused on doing a good job for Tricia."
"That's possible. Jodie thinks he likes being Tricia's servant. It's just so different. It's hard for me to believe that anyone could enjoy being a slave."
Amy said, "Believe me, there are people who love that role."
"I don't understand how Tricia could possibly want that kind of a relationship. I couldn't even manage to relax and enjoy the afternoon. Watching Paul do all the work while I did absolutely nothing made me feel so guilty."
Mel said, "Jeanne, you're not wired that way. You'll probably never understand it, but if that's the lifestyle Paul and Tricia want they get to do it. They're not hurting anybody."
"I suppose that's true, but it doesn't seem right. Michael, what do you think?"
"I agree with Mel. Tricia and Paul are consenting adults. If this is the life they want, it's their choice. They're not hurting anybody." I paused. After a moment I added, "But..."
Jeanne asked, "But what?"
"Is this really the life that both of them want?"
Amy said, "They are choosing to live it."
Slowly nodding, I said, "That's true, but Paul is in love with Tricia. While I don't doubt that he has a submissive nature, you have to admit that they're adopting an extreme lifestyle. Is this really what Paul wants or is he doing this because he's afraid he'll lose Tricia if he doesn't agree to her demands?"
"Michael, Tricia is our daughter. Do you really think she might be capable of coercing Paul into living as her slave?"
Mel said, "Jeanne, think about the mistakes you made when you announced to Michael that you were planning to start dating other men. Tricia is young and adventurous. She's also had a remarkable amount of professional success for someone her age. She has a dominant personality and Paul has a submissive nature. It would be very easy for her to get confused"
Jeanne quietly said, "Yes, you're right. It is easy to get confused. Michael what are we going to do?"
"I think we should follow the original plan. We're about to spend a full week with them in San Antonio. By the end of the week we should have a better idea about whether or not we have a problem."
It was clear that Jeanne was still unsettled. I was too, but I knew that until we had a clearer understanding of the situation we shouldn't get involved. Deciding it was best to move on I said, "You have a date with Trent on Saturday. Are you excited?"
There was a brief pause and then Jeanne answered, "Michael, while I'm happy that you're becoming comfortable enough with my dating to ask me that question, I have to admit that it still surprises me."
"It surprises me too Jeanne; but a part of me, a big part of me is starting to enjoy your new lifestyle. Since you're obviously enjoying it too, I might as well relax and try to get into it."
Amy reached over and gave my cock a firm squeeze. "That's the spirit cuckboy."
I looked at Amy. She was grinning at me.
Jeanne said, "Amy be nice to my sweetheart."
I said, "Don't worry Jeanne, she's just teasing me."
"I am." Amy was still grinning.
I added, "Actually, it's good. I still harbor some lingering fears about what other people will think about me. The teasing I get from Amy and Mel is desensitizing me."
Mel said, "Jeanne in a way I think it's similar to what you're doing when you overtly dress and act like a slut. I realize you're mostly doing it because you enjoy it, but I suspect you might also be doing it to combat your remaining fears about the opinions of other people."
Jeanne said, "I understand what you're saying. You're probably right. That may be one of the reasons I choose to act like a slut in public."
Amy said, "You're making it clear to everyone that this is who you are. This is who you choose to be and if they don't like it, that's just too bad. When we tease Michael about being a cuckold we're trying to help him reach a level of comfort where he can say, yes my wife parties with other men and I don't care. Got a problem with that buddy?"
Chuckling, I said, "I'm not there yet."
Mel gave my cock another squeeze. "But Amy and I are trying to get you closer."
Jeanne said, "I think I'll leave that part of Michael's desensitizing to you. I'm afraid I might make another mistake. I've already made too many with him."
Now slowly rubbing my cock, Mel said, "Don't worry, we'll take care of that. Your job is to be Michael's hot wife and share your fun with him."
"I can do that."
"Now let's get back to Michael's earlier question. Are you excited about your date with Trent this Saturday?"
"Yes Mel, I am. Michael please don't be upset by that. You're the only man I'll ever love, but Trent really does know how to press my slut buttons."
"It's okay Jeanne. I understand."
Amy asked, "Jeanne are you still planning to try deep throating Trent's cock?"
"Michael, if you don't mind I would like to try it..." Jeanne paused and then she quickly added. "But if it bothers you that I'm doing it with him first I'll gladly wait until after I've done it with you in San Antonio."
"It's okay Jeanne, you don't have to wait."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely. From what you've told me I think Trent will enjoy it more than I will and I can tell you're eager to try it with him."
"Michael, I really am, but I love you and I feel guilty about doing something with another man that I've never done with you. I made that mistake once. I don't want to repeat it."
"Jeanne this time it's different. This time you discussed it with me first and you have my permission...No that's not right. You're my partner, but I don't control you. You're an adult who's free to make her own choices. You don't need to have my permission to do anything. I think it would be more accurate to say that you have my blessing."
"Thank you Michael, I appreciate that. Saturday night I promise to call you and tell you all about it. That way I'll at least be sharing it with you."
"I'd like that."
Amy said, "Jeanne, this might help. Tonight after we're done talking to you I'll give Michael a deep throat blow job. That way when you do it for Trent you'll at least know Michael has already experienced one."
Mel said, "I'll give him one too. Then he'll be really experienced."
"Thank you, that's very kind of you, but both of you told me you don't enjoy giving them."
Smiling, Mel said, "Jeanne honey, we're pros. They're not our favorite thing, but Amy and I have given lots of deep throat blow jobs. They're pretty popular. We love you and Michael. We're eager to do anything we can to help the two of you."
Shaking my head, I said, "It really isn't necess..."
Mel poked my side. "Micheal hush. We're going to do it tonight. It will make it easier for Jeanne to relax when she does it for Trent on Saturday. Now don't argue with us, just enjoy it when it happens."
Amy chuckled. "Trust me Michael, when Mel makes up her mind about something it's pointless to argue with her."
"Damn right, I'm from Chicago. Don't ever argue with a girl from Chicago because we're always right."
Amy rolled her eyes. Jeanne and I laughed.
We spent a few more minutes talking about Jeanne's Saturday afternoon date with Trent and next Tuesday's trip to the Goldenrod supper club. Jeanne also mentioned that she and Abby were planning to stop at Brady's Saloon tomorrow after work. I told her to have a good time and then we said our goodbyes and ended the telephone call.
As soon as we were finished talking Mel and Amy dragged me upstairs. We showered together and then they took turns giving me deep throat blow jobs. While it was okay, I honestly thought that having my cock sucked was more fun. It also bothered me that it wasn't enjoyable for Mel and Amy. Don't get me wrong, they're both skilled professionals. They're extremely adept at making a man believe they're enjoying what they're doing, but I remembered their concerns when Jeanne first told us that she wanted to try deep throating a cock. Call me old fashioned, but when I'm engaging in sex I want it to be pleasurable for everyone involved.
Later I lay awake sandwiched between Mel and Amy. They were both asleep. I was thinking about Jeanne's desire to give Trent a deep throat blow job. In San Francisco Jeanne described both of us as givers. I believe she was right. Trent is apparently a taker, the kind of man who would enjoy a deep throat blow job. As I considered that I realized I was hoping Trent would enjoy Jeanne's efforts on Saturday. I knew my wife. If he does it will make her happy and if he doesn't it will disappoint her. I love Jeanne with all my heart and soul. I really did want her to be happy.
As I drifted into sleep I remembered Charles Montgomery's words on that fateful Saturday afternoon three months ago. "Michael during the days before her weekend getaways Edith was actually giddy with excitement. It's fun to see the woman you love that happy."
I was beginning to understand. I wanted the woman I loved to be happy.
Friday afternoon Danny's Lounge was packed. Because of the Thanksgiving holiday most of the personnel on the air force base had furloughs, classes at the University were canceled until Monday and a large number of local businesses were operating in a relaxed mode. Of course it was also black Friday so a multitude of wives were out shopping, leaving their spouses home alone. Many of those abandoned husbands decided to go shopping too. At least that's what they told their wives. A large number of them ended up in establishments like Danny's Lounge. The manager at Danny's was experienced. He knew what to expect so every dancer employed by the club was working that afternoon.
I tried to get some work done on the girl's financial portfolios, but quickly gave up. The dressing room was a madhouse. The girls couldn't keep up with the demand for lap dances. When they had to make a costume change they did it on the run. I put my lap top computer away and spent the afternoon helping the girls get in and out of their costumes. It was a challenge, but we all know the old axiom: when the going gets tough the tough get going. I rose to the occasion, or at least part of me did. Yes, I admit it. I'm a dirty old man, but the girls needed my help and it didn't seem right to turn my back on them.
Friday night Jeanne called at 9:30. It was 10:30 in Minneapolis. She'd just gotten home from Brady's. She and Abby had both hooked up with men they liked. Jeanne's paramour for the evening was a salesman named Bill Gorman. He had a big cock and a nice sense of humor. Jeanne liked him and he liked her too. After they finished their tete-a-tete in his car he asked her if he could see her again. She declined. She told him she was married and had a boyfriend. She liked him but she didn't have time for another relationship. He gave her one of his business cards and asked her to call him on his cell phone if she changed her mind.
As Jeanne told us that I noticed a hint of regret in her voice. I have to admit that made me happy. Jeanne was discovering the disadvantages of trying to maintain two relationships.
Abby didn't have a current boyfriend so when her new friend asked if he could see her again she eagerly invited him to have a cocktail with her Sunday afternoon in her downtown studio apartment. I think Jeanne was envious. Again that made me happy.
Jeanne asked about my deep throat blow jobs the previous night. Amy and Mel told her that I didn't enjoy them all that much. They said I was just too nice. I couldn't enjoy something if I knew it was causing even mild discomfort for someone else.
I told Jeanne I preferred a normal blow job. I also again reassured her that it was fine with me if she did it for Trent during their date the next afternoon.
Jeanne thanked me and promised that she'd make sure my cock was in her mouth during a large portion of our Christmas vacation in San Antonio. I suggested that might create quite a commotion while we were sight seeing. Jeanne pointed out that she was a slut. A little commotion adds to the excitement. That made all of us laugh.
Saturday afternoon Jeanne had her date with Trent. She called us Saturday night.
Mel answered the telephone. Once we were settled she asked, "How was your date?"
Jeanne said, "It was amazing."
Mel eagerly said, "Tell us all about it."
"Okay, as soon as Trent was inside the house he took me in his arms and kissed me hard on the lips. I kissed him back and then I steered him to the couch and dropped to my knees. As I unbuckled Trent's belt and unzipped his pants he told me he'd been waiting for this all week. That got me even more excited."
Chuckling, Amy said, "I'll bet it did."
There was a pause and then Jeanne asked in a concerned tone, "Michael am I being too enthusiastic?"
"No Jeanne, not at all. In fact, it makes me happy to hear you this excited."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Jeanne, I'm positive."
Amy said, "Mel just unzipped Michael's pants and took out his cock. It's as stiff as a six inch iron pipe. Believe me, he's enjoying this just as much as you are."
Giggling, Jeanne said, "Hearing that makes me very happy."
Mel said, "Okay, you just unzipped Trent's pants. What happened next?"
"I pulled his pants down to his ankles. He sat down on the couch. I immediately started licking and sucking his cock. I was so excited. I've told you before that sucking a cock gets me really hot, but this time there was more."
Amy said, "You were going to try deep throating Trent's cock. I'll bet you were nervous."
"I was, but I really wanted to try it and it was time. Michael I've been watching some of your movies."
"You mentioned that. You're using them as instructional videos."
"I am. In the movies the girls always spit all over the guys cock before they try to swallow it."
Mel said, "It's the only way you can do it. It has to be wet and slippery."
"I did that. I got Trent's cock really wet and then I started pushing it into my throat. As soon as he realized what I was doing Trent went wild. I actually had to take his cock out of my mouth and tell him that this was the first time I'd ever tried to do this, so he had to be still and let me figure out how to do it. That was all it took. He sat perfectly still on the couch and watched while I tried to swallow his cock."
Amy asked, "How did you do?"
"Not bad. I gagged a little at first. I now understand what you meant when you told me you're choking yourself on the guy's cock when you do it, but I did manage to take all of his cock and hold it in my throat for a few seconds at a time."
"You took it all the first time? Way to go girl." Mel was grinning.
I asked, "Did you enjoy doing it?"
"I did Michael, I really did. I want to keep practicing. I'd like to get good at it."
Amy said, "It does get easier with practice."
"Michael, last night you told me you didn't enjoy it that much when Mel and Amy did it to you."
"It's hard for me to enjoy something when I know it's not comfortable for the other person."
"That's one of the many reasons I love you so much, but Michael when we're together in San Antonio would you still let me practice with you?"
"Why don't you practice with Trent? I gather he really enjoys it."
"Micheal I made a huge mistake when I began exploring the world of sex without you. I want to change that. I want to start exploring and practicing with you. I want us to grow together as a husband and wife. I want to read stories and watch erotic movies with you. I want you to help me learn how to be a slut. We had so much fun in San Francisco. I want that to become our life. Yes, I'll still be dating other men, but sometimes I'll set it up so you can watch and I'll always tell you about it. You can have fun too. I told Abby about how Mel and Amy are teaching you to eat pussy. She can't wait to meet you. She loves having her pussy eaten. Abby and I have even talked about having a threesome with you."
"Jeanne, that all sounds wonderful, but I'm not ready to come home yet. I still don't think I can handle watching you get dressed for a date."
Amy said, "But he's getting closer."
"I hope so. Michael I miss you so much."
Mel said, "I also want him to go home. That way Amy and I can visit you. I want to eat Abby's pussy too."
Giggling, Amy said, "So do I, but when I do it I want Michael to watch."
"Of course, that goes without saying." Mel was nodding vigorously. She was also squeezing my cock.
Amy continued, "And Jeanne I want to watch you do it too."
Jeanne asked, "You mean eat Abby's pussy?"
Amy nodded. "That's right."
Laughing, I said, "That would definitely get me home sooner."
"Really? Okay Michael. If that's what it takes, I'll do it. I've never been with a woman, but I've thought about it. I've thought about it a lot. I'd like to try it." Jeanne paused. After a moment she added, "But when I do it the first time, I want you to be there with me watching. Would you like that baby? I'm sure Abby would do it. She loves anything that's kinky. And when Mel and Amy visit us we could all do it together."
Mel said, "Yes we could. We could have a daisy chain."
"You mean like what you do with Michael?"
"That's right, but you and Abby could be in it too."
"Okay Michael, there it is. When you come home you get to watch me with Abby. Actually you get to have a three way with Abby and me. When Mel and Amy visit we'll have a five way daisy chain"
Amy poked me in the ribs. "Think you can handle that much pussy cuckboy?"
I just shook my head. Amy, Mel and Jeanne laughed. The four of us were becoming very close friends.
Mel said, "So tell us more about your date with Trent. You were deep throating his cock and he was loving it."
"He was loving it. He turned into an absolute wild man. He was so excited that he came in less than a minute. I barely had time to get his cock out of my mouth before he started ejaculating. He came all over my face. I got cum in my eyes."
Mel and Amy giggled. Mel said, "Been there, done that."
Jeanne started giggling too. "It was kind of fun. Trent's cum was everywhere; in my hair, in my eyes, all over my cheeks, I even had some of his cum in my nose. It made me feel so slutty. Trent tried to apologize, but I was so turned on that I didn't care. I just grabbed his hand and pulled him into my playroom. Trent's pants were still down around his ankles. All he could do was hobble along behind me with his big flaccid dick flopping around like a beached fish."
Amy, Mel and I chuckled at the image.
Jeanne continued. "Once we were in the playroom I wiped most of Trent's cum off of my face with a hand towel while he stripped off his clothes. Then we got on the bed and I went down on him again. It was crazy. We were both so excited. Michael I love being slutty and Trent loves playing with a slut. I think his wife must be really repressed."
"Like you used to be." As soon as I said it I regretted it.
Sighing, Jeanne said, "Yes Michael, just like I used to be." The remorse was evident in her voice.
"It's okay Jeanne. We put that issue to rest in San Francisco."
"We did, didn't we."
"Yes we did."
"Thank you Michael, thank you for being so understanding."
Mel said, "Back to your date with Trent. He took off his clothes while you were wiping his cum off of your face. Were you still dressed?"
"No, when Trent arrived I was wearing a silk robe. As soon as he was inside the house I took it off. All I was wearing underneath the robe was a pair black thigh high stockings, a garter belt and of course my high heels. Trent loves it when I wear spike heeled pumps."
"I'm a pretty big fan of them too."
"I know that. When we're in San Antonio that's all I'm going to wear."
"That won't make sight seeing very easy."
"I don't care. While we're in San Antonio I'm going to try to show you just how much fun having a slut wife can be. Besides I'm wearing them a lot now. I even wear them to work. I'm getting used to them. Don't worry, I'll pack a pair of walking shoes too, but I don't plan to wear them very much."
"You're wearing spike heeled pumps to the office? That must be creating quite a stir with those conservative old attorneys you work for."
"Believe me, they have noticed."
"Aren't you worried that you might lose your job?"
"While I realize that could happen, I love my new life. I love every part of it. That includes dressing like a slut. I won't compromise my new lifestyle for anyone but you."
"And I'm not going to make you do that."
"Thank you Michael. Don't worry, I'm an experienced legal secretary. If I lose this job I'll find another one. I'm certain there are law offices where my new style of dress would be well received."
Laughing, I said, "I'm sure that's true. Now let's get back to your date. I want to hear more details. Trent was lying on the bed naked. You were wearing nylon stockings, a garter belt and your high heeled shoes. What happened next?"
"I got on the bed next to Trent and went down on him again. I wanted to get him hard so he could fuck me. I stroked his cock while I licked his balls and his ass. That got him hard in a flash."
Amy grinned. "I'll bet it did."
"Once Trent was hard I deep throated him again. That got both of us really worked up, but this time I stopped sucking him before he orgasmed. Instead I rolled a condom onto his erect cock, lay down on the bed next to him and tried to pull him on top of me. Trent didn't cooperate. He had a different plan. He wanted my butt and I was happy to give it to him. Michael, I'm beginning to really enjoy anal sex."
Amy said, "Jeanne, I think it's a personal preference. Some women hate it while others love it."
Jeanne said, "For me, I think a big part of the attraction is that for most of my life it was such an unthinkable taboo."
Mel nodded. "Breaking taboos is fun."
"It is. Trent rolled me over onto my stomach, took the bottle of lotion from the table next to the bed, greased up my butt hole and mounted me."
I laughed. "Jeanne honey, I do believe this is the first time I've ever heard you utter the words butt hole."
Giggling, Jeanne said, "Michael, I'm a slut. Now I say lots of naughty things."
"Jeanne you still have a ways to go. Real sluts don't use the word naughty. They say nasty or even fun, but not naughty." Amy was grinning.
Jeanne said, "Hey Amy give me a break. I'm still a novice slut."
Mel said, "That's right, cut her some slack. She's not an old whore like you and me."
Amy stuck her tongue out at Mel. Mel gave Amy the finger. I shook my head.
Unable to see what was happening in Amy and Mel's living room, Jeanne continued. "But I'm learning and the two of you are turning out to be wonderful mentors."
I said, "So I gather you enjoyed your butt fucking."
"Michael I really did. Trent may not be the most sophisticated man I've ever met, but he definitely knows how to push my slut buttons. That's all I really want from him. Right now that's all I want from any man but you. Anal sex is turning out to be a big slut button for me. So yes, I loved it."
Mel asked, "Did he even fuck your pussy this afternoon?"
"Definitely. After Trent finished fucking my ass we cleaned up and took a short break. After our break I sucked Trent again. As soon as he was hard he rolled me onto my back, climbed on top of me and fucked me. We were both still obsessed with slutty nasty sex, so Trent fucked me really hard. He fucked me like I was a nasty slut. I loved it." Jeanne laughed. "Amy you're right nasty is a much better word than naughty."
"Yes Jeanne, it is." Amy was laughing too.
Mel and I were grinning.
Jeanne continued. "After we finished it was time for Trent to go home. That was fine with me. I was exhausted and the more I get to know Trent the more I'm starting to understand that all we really have in common is a mutual appreciation for dirty nasty sex."
Chuckling, I said, "It sounds like a solid basis for a dirty nasty affair."
"It is Michael and that's all it is. This will never be anything more than a dirty nasty affair. Please believe that."
"I do Jeanne."
"Michael, I do need to tell you something."
"What is it?"
"Remember when you told me I could tell Trent that he was only man who got fuck my rear?"
"Yes, did you tell him that today?"
"Yes I did."
"What did he say?"
"He immediately asked if that included you?"
Amy asked, "What did you tell him?"
"I told him you were my husband and I would always love you, but I was his slut. That meant I'd do dirty, nasty things for him that I won't do for anyone else, not even my husband."
"What did Trent say to that?" I was curious. Oddly I wasn't concerned. My trust in Jeanne was rapidly being restored.
"He considered it for a moment and then he asked me exactly what I meant. I told him it meant that I wouldn’t lick anyone else's ass, deep throat anyone else's cock or let anyone else fuck my ass. Those pleasures were reserved solely for him. Michael you told me I could tell him that. Was it alright?"
Giggling Mel said, "Jeanne I'm holding Michael's cock right now. If it gets any harder I think it might shatter."
Mel was right. While I was feeling a little embarrassed about my reaction, Jeanne's disclosure had definitely excited me. Remembering our pledge of total honesty, I said, "Yes Jeanne it was all right. I have to admit that while I'm not sure I understand why, hearing you say that is pretty exciting."
"Michael, you know I'll do any of those things for you anytime you ask. I still intend to deep throat your cock in San Antonio. As far as I'm concerned this is just a fantasy game I'm playing with Trent."
"I know that Jeanne. That's why it doesn't bother me. It's just a game." Chuckling, I added, "I'm learning that I love kinky sex games."
Jeanne giggled. "I do too. What's happened to us Michael? Have we gone crazy?"
Laughing, Mel said, "Hell, all of us are crazy, but this isn't crazy This is fun. Just hearing about it has me ready to pop."
Amy said, "Me too and Michael is rock hard. After we're finished talking to you were going straight upstairs for some serious three way oral sex.
"I wish I was there. I'd love to make it a four way daisy chain."
Mel said, "We'd like that too Jeanne."
Sighing, Jeanne said, "But I'm not. I'm going to have to settle for a little time with my vibrator before I go to sleep."
"Jeanne, you had a pretty good time this afternoon."
"Yes Michael, I did, but I still wish you were with me. I would have loved to have told you about my date while you ate my pussy and then after I finished telling you about all the nasty things I did with Trent I'd do them all for you."
"That would be fun Jeanne and someday I hope we'll be able to do it."
Sighing Jeanne said, "Michael, I can't begin to describe how much I'm looking forward to that day."
"In less than a month we'll be together in San Antonio."
"I know. I'm counting the days."
"Me too Jeanne."
"Michael, I would love to talk all night, but I'm exhausted."
"You had an exciting day, didn't you."
"I did. Thank you for understanding."
"Your welcome Jeanne. You'd better hang up and get ready for bed."
"Once I'm in bed I'm going to play with my vibrator."
"That will make you sleep better."
Jeanne giggled. "Yes it will. Micheal?"
"when I doing it I'm going to be thinking about you."
"When I'm playing with Mel and Amy I'll be thinking about you."
"Jeanne, we'll all be thinking about you." Mel was smiling.
"Yes we will." Amy was smiling too.
"Thank you Amy. Thank you Mel. Take care of my baby for me."
Mel said, "Don't worry Jeanne, we will."
I said, "Good night Jeanne. I love you."
"I love you too. Good night Michael. Good night Amy and Mel."
"Good night Jeanne." Amy and Mel answered in unison and then Mel ended the call.
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