Turning to Scotty, Maureen said, "You told me that you like to watch Ginger when she's entertaining a male friend. How soon did that actually start happening.?"

Ginger answered. "That's complicated. I was ready to let Scotty watch right away, but most guys are a little shy about having a spectator in the bedroom. A month after my date with Matt, Scotty and I found a two bedroom apartment and moved in together. Since I prefer to date married men..."

I said, "Jeanne has the same preference. She feels it minimizes the risk of emotional entanglement."

"I agree." Ginger continued. "Since I mostly date married men, we generally get together in my apartment. After Scotty and I moved in together I started telling my dates that when they came over it was likely that my boyfriend would be there. If they couldn't accept that situation we wouldn't be able to get together unless they were willing to pay for a motel room."

Maureen said, "I imagine that some of them were concerned about the potential for an ugly confrontation."

"They were, but I was able to convince most of them that Scotty would be cool. When they actually met him they generally relaxed quickly. Scotty has always been cordial and welcoming to my gentleman friends."

Scotty said, "Of course actually watching is the most exciting, but sitting in the living room watching a baseball game on television while a guy is fucking Ginger in the guest room is fun too."

Nodding, I said, "I think I've reached a point where I'm actually looking forward to doing that when I get home."

"After a guy had been over a couple of times we would often sit on the couch together and chat with Scotty before we retired to the guest room. Sometimes we'd even have a glass of wine or a beer with Scotty."

"I'd go into the kitchen and get the drinks while Ginger and her date were sitting together in the living room. When I returned they would almost always be making out."

"That sounds pretty hot to me." I was smiling.

"Scotty loves to watch me make out with a guy."

"I do."

"When I'm with a guy I usually start by giving him a blow job."

"Jeanne likes to do the same thing. She says guys are usually pretty excited about getting laid and tend to cum quickly the first time."

"She's right, a girl gets a much better fuck from a guy's second erection and if a guy can get it up a third time he can go all night."

"After he cums the first time, my husband generally falls asleep.” Maureen smiled at me. "But Michael can get it up three times."

"I need a lot of help to get a third erection."

"And I love helping you." Maureen was giggling.

Ginger laid her hand on my crotch and said, "Before you leave Florida I think you and I are going to have to spend a little quality alone time together. I'd love to help you get it up a third time."

Maureen said, "His third erection lasts a very long time."

"Umm, I'll bet it does." Ginger gave my hardening cock a firm squeeze.

I gasped.

Maureen grinned at me and then she asked, "So does Scotty ever get to stay in the room and watch."

"Remember Steve?"

"He was the college friend you met in the hotel before you broke up with Scotty?"

Ginger nodded. "Yes, about two months after Scotty and I moved in together he called me. He'd called me while Scotty and I were separated, but at that time I still felt guilty about cheating on Scotty with him, so I told him it would be awhile before I could see him again. He's a good friend. He understood. He told me that he'd give me some space and asked if he could call me again in a few months. I told him that would be okay and thanked him for understanding."

"And then he did call you."

"Yes and I was really happy to hear from him. Steve was always a good friend. He told me that he was going to be in Chapel Hill the following week and asked if we could have dinner together. I told him everything. He invited Scotty to join us for dinner. I countered by inviting him to have dinner with us at our apartment."

Maureen said, "This is sounding very promising. What happened?"

"Scotty and I love to cook together. We made a dinner of salad, broiled trout and au gratin potatoes. Scotty makes great au gratin potatoes."

"You can make au gratin potatoes?" There was a look of both surprise and approval in Maureen's eyes.

"He can and they're excellent. You'll have to have dinner with us in the near future."

"We would like that. But, let's get back to the story. How did the evening with Steve turn out?"

"It was wonderful. We had martinis before dinner and a bottle of chardonnay with dinner. By the end of the meal we were all feeling relaxed. During dinner Scotty and I talked openly about our new lifestyle. Steve was particularly interested in Scotty's feelings about it."

Scotty said, "Steve wasn't being judgmental, he was just trying to understand."

Ginger said, "Steve's not married. I don't think he's capable of being married, but if he was I'm fairly certain that he wouldn't be able to share his wife."

Nodding, Scotty said. “Steve has become one of my closest friends. While it might seem odd to many people that a man who's regularly fucking my wife could be my friend, he is. He's a nice guy, both Ginger and I like him and trust him, but there's another reason. A very important reason. All three of us understand that he isn't a threat to our marriage. Ginger needs a husband who's willing to share her. Steve definitely couldn't do that, but he understands that I not only can do it, I actually enjoy sharing her."

"But he doesn't judge Scotty either and I think that's also important."

Scotty smiled at his wife. "It's very important."

"So what happened after dinner?" Maureen was eager to hear the rest of the story. I was too.

"After dinner all three of us cleared the table and loaded the dishes into the dish washer. Once the kitchen was clean I put my arm around Steve's waist and told Scotty that it was time for Steve and me to retire to the guest room for a little fun. Scotty kissed my cheek and told us to have a good time. I turned and started to lead Steve out of the kitchen, but he shook his head and said that he didn't want to abandon Scotty so quickly. Instead he suggested that we sit in the living room and have an after dinner drink. Ever since we set up this dinner date I'd been looking forward to some good hot sex with Steve, so I was a little frustrated by this delay."

"Steve is my wife's favorite lover..."

"No dear, you're my favorite lover. You always will be."

"Okay, other than me, Steve is Ginger's favorite lover."

"I will agree with that."

Scotty continued. "He's very well endowed, he can get it up several times a night, he can last a long time and he enjoys taking charge in bed."

"That's all true. That's why I was a little frustrated by Steve's delay." Ginger shrugged. "But I love my husband. I didn't really want to abandon him either, so I asked Scotty to pour three glasses of Drambuie and join us in the living room."

"I was a little confused. I thought that after dinner Steve would be eager to get Ginger into bed, but he was our guest, so I poured three glasses of Drambuie."

"While Scotty was doing that, Steve and I went into the living room. He led me over to the couch, sat down and pulled me down next to him. He was already taking charge. My pulse was racing. He kissed me hard on the lips and then in a whisper he asked me if I thought Scotty might enjoy watching us."

Ginger smiled at us. "Suddenly I understood what Steve was doing. I told him I was certain that Scotty would love to watch. Still whispering, Steve suggested that we start with a blow job in the living room and then if everything seems to be going well all three of us can move into the bedroom. Steve quickly added that if we move into the bedroom he wanted me to make sure that Scotty knew he was only going to be a spectator. This wasn't going to be a threesome. I assured Steve that all Scotty wanted to do was watch. He smiled and kissed me. As he kissed me he started unbuttoning my blouse. Realizing that we were beginning I excitedly laid my hand on Steve's crotch and felt his already stiff erection."

Scotty continued the story. "When I walked into the living room Ginger and Steve were kissing. Steve already had Ginger's blouse unbuttoned and her brassiere was unhooked. He was rolling one of her nipples between his fingertips. Ginger had Steve's belt unbuckled and his pants unzipped. She was pulling his erect cock out of his boxer shorts. It's needless to say that I was surprised. I stood there holding a tray with three glasses of Drambuie. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to stay and watch, but uninvited, I felt like I was intruding on their privacy. I was getting ready to retreat to the kitchen when Ginger looked up at me and smiled. Her smile was like a ray of warm sunshine. I relaxed. She told me that when she gets together with Steve she always starts by giving him a blow job."

"Scotty already knew that I usually do that when I'm with a guy, but I needed a way to begin explaining what was happening."

"Believe me, those words were a real comfort to me, but I still didn't understand what was happening."

"I could see the confusion in my sweetheart's eyes so I quickly told him that Steve thought he might like to watch. I then asked Scotty if he would like to watch. That was for Steve's benefit. I knew Scotty wanted to watch, but all three of us were working this out. Steve needed to be certain that this was what Scotty wanted. He was concerned that Scotty wouldn't be able to handle it."

"When Ginger told me that Steve thought I might enjoy watching them I nearly had a stroke. Of course I wanted to watch. Watching Ginger with another man was my fondest fantasy, but when I was so suddenly and without any warning confronted with the opportunity, I was overwhelmed. I was being asked to expose my secret cuckold desires to another man, a man who I knew didn't share those desires. Yes, we had talked openly about it during dinner, but talk was one thing. Actually doing it was something else altogether. For a moment I stood dumbfounded in front of them as all of my fears and insecurities boiled up inside me. Ginger finally saved me. She told me that both of them would really like it if I watched. That made it better. Suddenly I didn't feel like the only pervert in the room. I took a deep breath and told them that if it was okay with them, I would very much like to stay and watch."

Ginger stood up, walked across the room and sat down next to her husband. As she put her arms around him she said, "Baby, I saw the confusion in your eyes. That's why I told you that Steve and I would like it if you stayed and watched, but this is the first time I realized how difficult that was for you. Please forgive me for not understanding."

Smiling at his wife, Scotty said, "Thank you, I appreciate that, but there's nothing to forgive. There wasn't anything you could have done that would have made it easier for me. Our culture doesn't readily accept men who are willing cuckolds. It's difficult to openly admit to that predilection" Sighing, Scotty said, "I guess our culture doesn't readily accept anyone who deviates from the norm in any way. I'm certain that people who are gay or transgender have been battling that attitude for a very long time."

Ginger kissed her husband on the cheek and said, "Our culture doesn't readily accept women who are sluts either."

"No, they certainly don't. I guess that's one of the reasons we love each other so much. We're both perverts."

Grinning at her husband, Ginger said, "Scotty I love to fuck lots of different guys and you love to watch me do it. If the prudes can't handle that, fuck em."

All four of us burst out laughing.

Once we were quiet, Scotty turned to us and said, "I did pull myself together and tell Ginger and Steve that I would very much like to stay and watch."

"He did and that was all I needed. While I wasn't as perceptive as I might have been that evening, I did tell Scotty to set our drinks on the end table next to the couch, move the coffee table so he could see better and sit down on the chair opposite the couch."

"Believe me, I was a bundle of nerves. I appreciated the directions."

Maureen asked, "Did it happen? I mean did you really get to watch?"

"It did. As soon as I was seated Ginger slipped off her open blouse, unfastened brassier and tossed them both to me. Topless, she then kneeled on the couch next to Steve."

Ginger said, "I like it when a guy plays with my bare tits while I'm sucking his cock. I've learned that most guys enjoy that too."

Chuckling, I said, "I'm certain they do."

Scotty continued. "Steve's cock was already out and standing at attention. Ginger wrapped both of her hands around it. For a moment I watched her kiss and lick the the head and then she took him into her mouth and started sucking him. When Ginger's giving a man a blow job she closes her eyes and completely loses herself in what she's doing."

Laughing, Ginger said, "Cocks are so wonderful, how could a woman possibly not enjoy sucking them."

"And that my dear wife is why you are a slut."

"Yes I am and you love it."

"You know I do."

"And that my dear husband is why you're a cuckold."

"Touche."

Maureen said, "All right, you love each other. I wish my husband loved me even a quarter as much as you love Ginger, but I'm dying to hear the rest of the story."

Scotty said, "There's not much to tell. Just before Steve orgasmed he warned Ginger."

"He's a good guy. I asked him to do that. Scotty is the only guy I'll let cum in my mouth."

I said, "Jeanne tells me the same thing.

Maureen looked at me. "Don't you believe her?"

"I do, but..."

Scotty said, "I understand. When all of this started she lied to you."

I nodded.

"And now it's hard for you to trust her."

"Yes." Scotty was the first person I'd met who actually understood.

Realizing that this was between Scotty and me, Ginger and Maureen watched in silence.

Scotty said, "We all make mistakes."

"I know, but we'd been together for so many years."

"Tell me how she lied to you."

"For over a year she had a secret life with our daughters."

"But she regrets that."

"Yes she does."

"Ginger cheated on me."

"Jeanne cheated on me."

"No, she told you in advance that she was going to do it."

"I begged her not to do it."

"But she still told you. She tried to do the right thing. Ginger broke up with me because she felt guilty about cheating on me. In her own way she tried to do the right thing too. Michael we all fuck up. It's part of the human condition. I'm going to ask you one simple question."

"What is it?"

"Do you love Jeanne?"

"More than life itself."

"Then the only reasonable course of action is to completely forgive her. She has certainly done everything she can to atone for her mistakes."

Maureen said, "My husband hasn't done anything to atone for his transgressions."

Smiling, Ginger said, "Maureen honey, your husband is a shithead. Your best bet is to get an attorney, a real shark and rake that son of a bitch over the coals."

"I think you and Scotty give very good advice." Maureen was grinning.

Ginger stood up and walked back over to me. As she sat down she asked, "Are you okay sweetie?"

"Yeah, I am. In fact I don't think I've been this okay in a very long time."

"Good, Scotty is a prince. I think you are too."

"It's not easy to be a prince."

"No it's not, but I think it's something we should all strive to be. You and Scotty are closer than most men."

There was a moment of silence and then Maureen said, "You still haven't finished your story."

Ginger said, "You're right. After Steve warned me that he was about to cum I pulled his cock out of my mouth and stroked him while he ejaculated on my tits. I've never met a guy who didn't get excited about cumming on my tits."

Maureen giggled, "I'll have to remember that."

Laughing, Ginger said, "Honey if you're going to be a slut you definitely have to remember that."

Maureen grinned.

Scotty said, "Watching Ginger suck Steve's cock was a defining moment for me."

I asked, "Can you tell us why?"

"Of course. At that time I was still struggling with accepting the fact that I was in love with a woman who was going to regularly be unfaithful to me. I mentioned earlier that I was uneasy about admitting to Steve that I really did want to watch him with Ginger." Scotty paused. After a moment he said, "No that's not right. I wasn't uneasy about admitting to Steve that I wanted to watch, I was concerned about how I'd react when I actually saw Ginger with another man."

I nodded. "Fantasies are exciting. Reality can turn into an excruciating trial."

"That's exactly right, but when I watched Ginger sucking Steve's cock I didn't get jealous. In fact, I was as excited as Ginger and Steve were. At that moment I understood that I love to watch. I love to watch Ginger. She's so beautiful and she gets so excited during sex. It's fun to see her enjoying herself so much."

I smiled. This was how I felt about Jeanne. Over the past several months I'd discovered that I loved hearing about her trysts and I was now looking forward to actually being in our house while she entertained a gentleman friend. I also wasn't any longer worried about the fantasy versus reality question. Last New Years Eve in San Antonio I'd had an opportunity to experience reality. While that evening eventually turned ugly, I'll never forget the excitement I felt as I watched Jeanne make out with her potential lover in the hotel elevator as the three of us rode up to our room. I didn't get to actually watch another man fuck my wife that night, but I did see enough to finally realize that it was something I wanted to do.

I now understood that Scotty was a kindred spirit with experiences and desires similar to my own, so eager to hear more of his story I asked, "Did you get to watch Steve and Ginger in the bedroom that night?"

"I did and it was incredible.

Michael, I realize that most men can't understand this, but for me, seeing the joy in my wife's," Scotty paused, "No, at that time she was my girlfriend, but that doesn't matter. It hasn't changed. Seeing the joy in Ginger's eyes when she's experiencing the ecstasy of a man pushing his cock into her is extraordinary. Even now, twelve years later it's still exhilarating."

Maureen said, "You've been married for twelve years?"

Ginger nodded.

"And you've been dating other men for the entire time."

"Yes, I have."

I asked Scotty, "Was that the only time you've been able to watch?"

Ginger answered. "No, my baby's had lots of chances to watch and he's eagerly taken advantage of every one of them. I've watched him too, not as many times as he's watched me, but quite a few times."

"Like tonight."

Nodding to Maureen, Ginger said, "Yes, like tonight."

Scotty said, "Originally Ginger started watching out of guilt. She was worried that she was having all the fun and I wasn't getting to have any at all."

"Scotty tried to convince me that it wasn't true, he loved watching me just as much as I loved doing it. I believed him, but it was still hard for me to fully accept it."

I said, "You're not a voyeur at heart. I can easily understand it."

Nodding, Ginger said, "I guess we're not wired the same way."

"I think that's a good way to look at it." I smiled at her.

Scotty continued, "Anyway, Ginger hooked me up with her friend, Gail."

"Gail is just as big a slut as I am. I met her at a party during my first year of law school. We hooked up with two guys who were roommates. We went back to their place for a little fun. All four of us actually partied together in their living room."

Maureen asked, "Are you telling us that you switched partners?"

"No not that night. It was late. We just fucked in the same room." Ginger quickly added, "But Gail and I party together a lot and when we meet guys who are open to it we love to switch partners."

Chuckling, Scotty said, "I love it when she tells me about an evening where that happens."

Turning to Scotty, Maureen said, "But you've never gotten to watch when that happened."

Ginger answered, "He has during our sex club parties."

"Your sex club, you mentioned that earlier. You really do belong to a sex club?”

"Yes we do, and we love it. It's not really a formal club, it's more like a group of open minded people who enjoy getting together to indulge their fantasies. The club has a party at least once a month. The next one is in two weeks. Would you like to go with us?"

Maureen's eyes lit up. "I would love to go." She turned to me. "Michael, wouldn't you like to do that too?"

"I would, but I'm hoping that within the next two weeks I'll be leaving for home."

Maureen stared at me. After a moment she sighed and said, "Yes of course. That is what you need to do."

I slowly nodded.

Sensing the sudden tension Ginger quickly said, "Maureen you can still go. It will be fun. We'll plan it together. You'll have to decide on a persona for the evening."

Looking at Ginger, Maureen said, "A persona? I don't understand."

"You'll have to decide what role you wish to play. This is a fantasy sex club. Many of the members like to adopt a guise for the evening. Usually it reflects they're personal fantasies. There's lots of whips and leather."

Scotty laughed, "Oh yes."

Ginger continued. "There will be eight to ten naked, collared submissives, both men and women, waiting on the rest of us. I'm sure you'll see several cuckolds wearing chastity cages and maybe even lace panties.”

“Oh my!” Maureen giggled.

"I generally go as a slut. Sometimes I'll wear nothing but a garter belt, nylon stockings and heels."

Maureen turned to Scotty. "What persona do you usually adopt?"

"I'm a voyeur. I go to watch. Usually I just wear khakis, a knit shirt and sandals."

"That's kind of boring."

Scotty shrugged.

Ginger said, "That's Scotty's persona and it's fine with everyone. During the parties watching is not just accepted, it's encouraged. The club has lots of voyeurs, but even more exhibitionists."

I chuckled. "Two groups who should get along quite well."

We all laughed.

"So Scotty, you get to watch at your club parties, but I gather from what Ginger said a moment ago that you get to watch at other times too. How does that happen?" Fascinated by Ginger and Scotty's lifestyle, Maureen wanted to learn as much as she possibly could.

Ginger answered, "When I'm with Steve Scotty often gets to watch and I occasionally have a boyfriend who will let him watch."

"A boyfriend? You have boyfriends?" Maureen looked at Scotty. "Doesn't that bother you?"

Shaking his head, Scotty said, "Not at all."

Maureen stared at him. "Really? I mean the term boyfriend would suggest more than just a physical attraction."

I listened carefully. I was curious to hear how Ginger and Scotty would answer this question.

Scotty said, "Yes it does, but so what?"

"So what?"

"Yeah, so what. Think about it. Literally the term means a friend who is male. Do you have friends?"

"Of course."

"Before your husband turned into a shithead..."

Maureen laughed. "Eric has always been a shithead."

"Okay, you married badly."

"Yes I did."

"All right. Let's pretend that you married a nice guy. Didn't your husband have friends?"

"He did, but they were all male and he wasn't having sex with any of them." Giggling, Maureen added. "At least I don't think he was."

Ginger asked, "Would it have mattered?"

Maureen quickly countered. "His little chippy was apparently a friend. He had sex with her and now it's destroying our marriage."

I said, "Maureen from what you've told me it seems like you and Eric have been drifting apart for several years."

"You're telling me that the chippy wasn't the cause of our problems, but rather a symptom."

I nodded. "That would be one way to look at it."

Ginger said, "Once in awhile I meet a guy who's not only good in bed, it's also fun to be with him. When that happens I'll start seeing him regularly. We have sex, but we also hang out together. Scotty and I have a solid relationship, so it's not a threat to our marriage.

"You mean like going out to dinner or maybe a concert?"

"Mostly we hang out at the house. When we're not fucking we'll often watch television together or talk. Scotty usually joins us when were doing that."

Scotty shrugged. "I have to admit that sitting in a chair watching television while Ginger and her boyfriend of the moment are cuddling together on the sofa excites me."

"You don’t get jealous?" Maureen was having trouble understanding this.

"I'm always careful to make certain Scotty knows he's loved." Ginger answered.

"That's true, even when she's cuddling with a boyfriend she always takes time to let me know she's thinking about me."

Maureen asked, "How does she do that?"

"Little things, sometimes she'll smile at me or wink at me. If I get up to get something from the kitchen she'll often follow me just so she can give me a quick kiss or maybe squeeze my cock."

Giggling, Ginger said, "My baby almost always has an erection. He loves being my cuckold."

"I really do." Scotty paused for a moment and then he added, "There's something else Ginger does that makes a big difference."

"What's that?"

"She makes sure that all of her male friends are polite to me."

"I absolutely do that. I think it's very important. Before a guy comes over to our house I make sure he understands that he is not to be condescending or rude to Scotty in any way. If he is he's out the door and I won't ever see him again."

"She means it. I've watched her throw several guys out."

As I listened to Scotty and Ginger I realized that even though they were much younger than Jeanne and me, they were the perfect model for our new lifestyle. Ginger enjoyed the excitement and freedom Jeanne wanted while at the same time she made certain that her husband knew he was loved. I was suddenly eager to get back to my motel room so I could call Jeanne and tell her about the evening.

Still fascinated by Ginger and Scotty's unusual relationship, Maureen asked Ginger, “Do you have a boyfriend right now?”

“Yes, his name is Doug Ballard. He's an attorney. I met him at a continuing legal education seminar. We've been seeing each other for a little over a month.”

Maureen asked Scotty. “Do you like him?”

“I do like him. He's a nice guy. He reads a lot so we have some interesting conversations.”

“Is he married?”

Ginger answered, “Yes, he is. I avoid longer relationships with unmarried men. The potential for misunderstanding is too high. I don't want to risk the possibility that a guy might get serious.”

I thought to myself that Jeanne had expressed the same concern.

Maureen said, “So you're not worried that your current boyfriend might get serious about you.”

“No, not at all. Doug loves his wife and he has two kids, a boy and a girl. They're in high school. The three of them are the center of his life. I provide an occasional diversion for him. A diversion, that's all I am to him.”

"And that's all you want?"

"Yes Maureen, that's all I want. Scotty is the center of my life."

"Okay." Maureen paused. She considered everything she'd just heard and then, still curious, she asked, "You really entertain Doug in this house while Scotty is here."

"Yes, of course, this is Scotty's house. This is where he lives."

"And both you and Doug are relaxed around Scotty?"

“When I'm entertaining Doug he acts like he's my boyfriend and I act like I'm his girlfriend. We kiss, hold hands and cuddle together all the time and we freely do that in front of Scotty."

Turning to Scotty, Maureen said, "And that really doesn't bother you."

Scotty grinned. "No it doesn't. In fact I love it. Maureen, I'm a cuckold."

"Yes, I understand that. Your wife sleeps with other men."

"No, I don't think you do understand. Yes, my wife sleeps with other men and while that technically makes me a cuckold, there's more to it than that. I'm a willing cuckold, an eager cuckold. When Ginger sleeps with other men I enjoy it, no I love it. I encourage her to do it. I can't explain it you, I can't even explain it to myself. I've given up trying. It just is."

This already interesting conversation was suddenly becoming even more interesting to me.

Scotty continued. "I'm not a submissive masochist. I don't want to be humiliated by Ginger and her sex partners, but I enjoy watching her. When Ginger's with another man she gets so excited. I love seeing her that excited.”

“Are you telling me that Ginger gets more excited when she's with another man than when she's with you?”

“No, that's not what he's telling you. The excitement I feel when I'm with Scotty is special. I never experience that excitement when I'm with another man, but there's another kind of excitement that I do enjoy when I'm with another man.”

“Tell me.”

“I love being a slut.”

“And I love being married to a slut. At the Polynesian Lounge I love watching Ginger walk out to the parking lot with a guy she just met. At a party, not a sex party, but a social party, seeing her meet a guy, flirt with him and then disappear upstairs or out into the back yard thrills me.”

“Knowing that Scotty is watching makes it unbelievably hot for me. I love it when I see him watching from the shadows while I give a guy a blow job a dark corner of a back yard.”

Nodding, Scotty said, “And knowing that there are fifty or a hundred people inside the house makes it even hotter.”

Ginger smiled. “Especially when one of those people is the guy's wife.”

Maureen asked, “Doesn't that make you feel guilty?”

“Why should it? I'm not stealing her husband. I'm giving him a blow job. She should be happy. He's getting something really exciting, in most cases it's something he rarely gets at home and I'll probably never see him again. If I do, we'll just call it something that happened in the heat of the moment.”

“What if you decide you like him and want him as a boyfriend?”

“That has happened, but I'm still not stealing her husband. My heart belongs to Scotty. It always will. If I decide to have an affair with a man, it's still going to be only temporary.”

Ginger paused. After a moment she said, “I think that for both Scotty and me, the adventure is a big part of the excitement.”

Maureen and I looked at Scotty.

He said, “I agree. When you're married to an imaginative slut the new experiences are endless.”

Winking at Scotty, Ginger said, “It helps when you're married to a willing cuckold with an equally vivid imagination.”

Scotty said, “There was a sex party where I sat in the living room with thirty other people watching five guys take turns fucking Ginger.”

“That was incredible. At one point I had a cock in my mouth, a cock in my cunt, a cock in my ass and I was jacking two guys off.”

Maureen's eyes grew wide. “A cock in your cunt and a cock in your ass? Can you do that?”

I smiled. “Maureen, you need to watch more porn.” All four of us laughed.

Ginger said, "Yes, I can do it. In fact with the right guys it's quite an experience."

"I imagine that it is. By the right guys I assume you're talking about guys who are not quite so generously endowed."

"No, that's not what I'm talking about. Once you learn to relax you can take a pretty big cock in your ass. No, what you need are guys who can exert enough self control to be slow and gentle."

"Yes of course."

"You also have to be pretty limber."

Giggling, Maureen said, "I'm sure you do."

Scotty said, "While that's all fun stuff, for me the greatest excitement is the first couple of weeks after Ginger finds a new boyfriend."

Ginger nodded. "I agree."

Staring at Scotty, Maureen said, "Why is that so exciting? I mean I can understand why it would be exciting for Ginger, but why is it exciting for you."

"Because I love Ginger. When she finds a new boyfriend she gets positively giddy."

"I do." Ginger was beaming at Scotty.

Puzzled, Maureen said, "I would think that would make you jealous."

"Not at all. Ginger loves me, she always will. I know that. I believe it. Her affairs with her boyfriends are just passing infatuations. They're like high school romances."

"That's all they are and because that's all they are Scotty can enjoy them with me." Ginger was nodding in agreement.

Maureen shook her head. "I don't know, I just don't know."

Ginger said, "Reeney, the foundation of a good marriage is faith and trust. Once I got my head out of my ass and stopped trying to hide my affairs from Scotty I never lied to him again and I never will. Even when I'm making out on the couch with Doug, Scotty can be confident that he is and always will be the love of my life. The other guys are just fun and nothing more."

As I listened to Ginger and Scotty I became increasingly convinced that their relationship was very much like the one that Jeanne and I were trying to forge. We started with a foundation of love and trust, one that was probably much more solid than the foundation Ginger and Scotty had when they started. While Jeanne initially tested the strength of that foundation, she also later worked hard to rebuild any damage that she might have done to it.

I was also lucky enough to stumble across several wonderful mentors. Jennifer Rawlins provided me with some insight about how difficult it might be for a proper lady, a wife and a mother to admit to her husband, the father of her children, that there was also a nasty, sex loving slut living inside her. Charles and Edith Montgomery introduced me to the idea that having a slut wife might be fun. After almost three months on the road, I had the good fortune to meet Amy and Mel. They taught me that as long as nobody is getting hurt, sex in all of it's many variations is just fun and nothing more, and then they lovingly put me through cuckold boot camp. While I was with Amy and Mel my friends, Ruth and David embarked on an even more adventurous path than the one Jeanne and I were following. That built my confidence and reinforced the message that Amy and Mel were hammering into me. As long as everyone is having a good time, it's all okay.

When I left Tucson I thought my education was complete, but then I met Maureen. At first I thought I was helping her, but now I realize that she was also helping me. She was a dress rehearsal for my return home.

Tonight I met Ginger and Scotty and as I sat listening to their story I realized that they were graduate school for me. For the first time, I understood and accepted the fact that being Jeanne's cuckold husband wasn't just something I could learn to tolerate, it was the life I what I wanted. Jeanne was now my loving hot wife and I was her eager cuckold husband.

Suddenly I wanted to talk to Jeanne.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Scotty stifle a yawn. Grasping that this was my opportunity, I said, "This has been a wonderful evening, but it's getting late. Ginger and Scotty both have to work in the morning. Maureen, you do too. I think it's time for us to say good night."

Maureen looked at me with a pained expression.

Ginger noticed and said, "Reeney, we're going to get together again tomorrow night."

"Yes, I know." Maureen's voice still dripped with disappointment.

Suddenly understanding, I said, "Maureen had one goal tonight. She hasn't yet fulfilled it."

"What was it Reeney?" Ginger's tone was gentle and supportive.

Shaking her head, Maureen said, "It isn't important."

"Yes it is." Turning to Ginger I said, "She wanted to give a man she'd never met a blow job."

Maureen blushed.