Maureen sighed, “Yes, but Michael is right, it is getting late.” She was trying to be polite.
Ginger shook her head. “Regardless of how late it is, I think it's essential that we make time for this. I'm sure Scotty would agree."
Scotty laughed. "Damn right I would." And then he looked at Maureen and asked, "Do I qualify?"
Giggling, Maureen said, "Oh yes."
Ginger said, "All right then, let's get started."
Suddenly realizing that this was actually about to happen, Maureen panicked and said, "Right now?"
"Is there any reason we should wait?" Ginger was smiling at Maureen's sudden attack of reticence.
Still obviously nervous, but also excited, Maureen whispered, "No, I guess not."
Ginger asked, "Would it be okay if Michael and I watched or would you like us to leave you alone?"
Maureen looked at Ginger and then at me. I winked at her. She smiled at me and turned to Scotty. "Is it alright with you if they stay?"
Scotty said, "Honestly, I think it would be more fun if they stayed."
Grinning, Maureen said, "I think so too."
Ginger took control of the situation. "Okay, it's time. Scotty unbutton Reeney's blouse. Open it and unfasten her brassiere."
As Scotty fumbled with the buttons on Maureen's blouse, Ginger said, "Remember Reeney, a blow job is more fun for both of you if you let the guy play with your tits while you're sucking him."
Her blouse finally open, Scotty unfastened Maureen's bra and freed her breasts. Realizing she was now exposed, Maureen gasped, but she was giggling too.
While we watched Scotty roll one of Maureen's erect nipples between his fingertips, Ginger laid her hand on the inside of my thigh, deftly slipped it back so that it was pressing against my already erect cock and whispered, "Reeney has beautiful breasts, doesn't she?"
Breathless with excitement, I answered, "Yes, she does."
"Scotty loves to fondle a woman's nipples."
I looked at Ginger. She was staring into my eyes. While her words were benign, her tone of voice spoke volumes. Tonight, Maureen's breasts were for Scotty and only Scotty. My cock twitched.
Ginger felt the twitch and smiled. As we watched Maureen sit docilely while Scotty teased her nipples, Ginger wrapped her fingers around my erection, gave it a gentle squeeze and whispered, "Be good."
My breath caught.
Ignoring my excitement, Ginger said to her husband, "Scotty, stand up." He obediently stood.
Now in complete control of all three of us, Ginger said, "Reeney, unbuckle Scotty's belt, unfasten his shorts and pull down his zipper."
Her hands shaking with excitement, Maureen unbuckled Scotty's belt. As she was doing that Ginger whispered to me, "Sex is so much fun." I had to agree with her.
Maureen unfastened Scotty's shorts, opened his zipper and looked at Ginger for further instructions.
Ginger said, "Pull his shorts and boxers down."
Maureen took a deep breath and then in one firm tug she yanked Scotty's shorts and underwear down to his knees. Scotty's cock immediately sprang to attention. I noticed that he as about the same size as me.
"Scotty sit down." Ginger was still firmly in control.
Scotty sat.
"Reeney, move to the other side of the couch and get on your knees."
Maureen crawled across Scotty and positioned herself so that she was kneeling next to him and looking at us.
Ginger said, "Good girl, now wrap both of your hands around Scotty's cock."
Giggling, Maureen said, "I've been thinking about this moment ever since I met him."
"Playing with a new cock is exciting, isn't it.”
Maureen nodded, but her attention was now completely focused on Scotty's erection.
Ginger said, “Life as a slut has many rewards. This is one of them."
As she eagerly explored the head of Scotty's cock with her fingertips, Maureen whispered, “It's wonderful.”
Ginger tightened her grasp on my cock. I don't think it was deliberate. It felt more like an unconscious reaction to her own arousal. After a moment she said, "That's right Reeney, go slow, savor the experience. That will make it more enjoyable for Scotty too."
Maureen looked up at Scotty. He smiled at her. Smiling back, she wrapped her fingers around his rigid cock and gave it a firm squeeze. Scotty gasped. So did I. It was a spontaneous reaction on my part. I was enjoying my role as a spectator.
I felt Ginger's fingers tighten around my erection. Despite the barrier created by my trousers and boxer shorts, a surge of pleasure rippled through me. As Ginger squeezed me she said, "Watching is fun, isn't it Michael."
My eyes still fixed on Maureen and Scotty, I breathlessly answered, “Yes.”
Maureen bent over and kissed the head of Scotty's engorged penis. At the same time she started slowly stroking him.
"Reeney, take it into your mouth, just the head. Lick it while you stroke him. I've never met a guy who didn't love that." Ginger was giggling. She was just as excited as I was.
Continuing to slowly pump her hand up and down Scotty's erect shaft, Maureen slipped the head of his cock into her mouth and started massaging it with her tongue. I took a quick glanced at Scotty. His eyes were closed. His breathing was slow and relaxed. It was obvious he was enjoying this.
For a moment Ginger and I watched in rapt silence and then Ginger said, “Reeney, that's enough. If you keep doing that you'll make him cum. We don't want that to happen just yet.”
Maureen let the head of Scotty's cock slip out of her mouth, but as she looked up at Ginger for instructions she still maintained a firm grasp on his shaft,
Ginger said, “Bend his cock back and lick his balls.”
Smiling at Scotty, Maureen said, "The only man I've done this for is Michael. You'll now be the second."
Amazed by that revelation, Ginger asked, "Haven't you ever done this for your husband?"
"No, I was always much too reserved with Eric to ever do something like this for him. Now that he's taken up with his chippy I never will. If ever get near that sorry SOB's balls again, I guarantee you that I won't be licking them, I'll be whacking them with my fist.” Maureen giggled.
Ginger, Scotty and I grinned at her.
Maureen winked at Scotty and said, "Okay baby, here goes." Still stroking Scotty's cock, she bent down and pressed her lips to his balls.
"That's it Reeney, kiss them and lick them like a true slut." Ginger was cheering on Maureen like she was an athlete in a competition.
Maureen was still giggling.
"Lick them. Make love to them. Savor them. A man's balls are the heart of his masculinity. You're kissing and licking Scotty's manhood. Revel in it, enjoy it." Ginger was licking her lips.
While I was certain Ginger preferred being a participant, it was obvious that she enjoyed watching too. As if she was reading my mind, Ginger leaned over and whispered, "You're right I do like to watch. Michael, I love sex in all of it's wonderful variations."
I stared at her. I'd never met anyone, not even Amy or Mel, who was so unabashed about the expanse of her sexual appetite.
Still using a hushed voice Ginger smiled lasciviously at me and added, "It would be even more fun if we were watching Jeanne, wouldn't it."
This last comment caused me to pause and think. Of course Ginger was correct. Ever since all of this started I'd realized that watching Jeanne was much more exciting than watching any other woman doing anything with anyone, but I'd never really considered the reason. I'd just accepted it as obvious. Suddenly, I was faced with the truth.
Mistaking my introspection for reticence, Ginger prodded me. “Come on Mikey, fess up, be honest. We both know I'm right. Don't get bashful on me. Life is much more exciting when we recognize who we are and what we really want.”
My mind churning, I stared at Ginger. At that moment it was all I could do, not because I was ashamed, but because I realized she knew, she understood. I was certain Amy and Mel both knew too, but they realized that this was an understanding I had to reach on my own. Meeting and getting to know Ginger and Scotty was the impetus I'd needed to finally recognize and accept my true feelings.
That moment was the first time I actually felt secure about the excitement I experienced when I imagined my wife with another man. Smiling at Ginger, I said, "Yes, I do wish it was Jeanne."
Failing to notice my new air of confidence, Ginger continued trying to encourage me.“Michael honey, you don't have anything to be ashamed about. Scotty is just like you and he's very happy. I'm his wife, I'm happy too. That's all that matters. I love to fuck and my baby enjoys watching me. You and Scotty are both cuckolds at heart and you're married to sluts. It's perfect, everyone is happy.”
I nodded. What else could I do.
Ginger continued, “Sweetie, it's time for you to admit it. You're not just a voyeur, you're a willing, eager cuckold. Knowing that other men are regularly fucking your wife excites you. You want Jeanne to date other men."
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Maureen licking Scotty's balls, but I didn't care. At that moment Ginger was the focus of my attention. She was asking me to make a confession. Not to myself, I'd already done that. She was asking me to confess to her. She was prodding me to openly commit to the cuckold hot wife lifestyle.
She pressed. "Don't worry, it doesn't make you a wimp. Scotty isn't a wimp. He never has been and he never will be. He's simply a man who enjoys seeing his wife with other men. That's what you are too, isn't it."
I turned back to Maureen and Scotty. Maureen was sucking on one of Scotty's balls. I knew Jeanne did that with her men friends too. The thought excited me.
Ginger continued pressuring me. "Scotty can't explain his cuckold desires. I can't explain why I'm a slut. Explanations aren't important. We are who we are. We love each other and we compliment each other. That's all that matters."
Still watching Maureen suck Scotty's balls, I smiled. Ginger was right. I knew it. I'd known it for several months. I wanted to be Jeanne's cuckold husband and it was time for me to own up to it.
I'd started to realize it shortly after I left home, but I was confused. I couldn't reconcile my desires with the values that had been instilled in me for my entire life. In San Francisco Jeanne helped me understand that neither of us had to be ashamed of our desires. She'd also made it clear that regardless of what she was doing, she still loved me. That helped, it helped immensely.
Mel and Amy taught me that love and sex aren't synonyms. They also helped me to accept Jeanne's new lifestyle and stop worrying about the opinions of others. With them I learned that I didn't have to feel ashamed because my wife freely slept with other men.
After our holiday together in San Antonio Jeanne thought it was time for me to come home. I also wanted to end my journey, but in my heart I knew I wasn't yet ready. While learning to understand and then accept Jeanne's new lifestyle without shame were important steps for me, they weren't enough. If all I did was understand and accept Jeanne's new lifestyle it would always be hers and only hers. If it was going to become our lifestyle I had to be excited about it too. I had to embrace it. It had to be something I wanted. That was the only way we could successfully continue as husband and wife.
Ginger and Scotty were the final piece to the puzzle. They were a couple happily living a life I could imagine living with Jeanne. Ginger was Scotty's hot wife and he was her loving, respected cuckold husband. When I watched them together their love for each other was obvious. Yes, Ginger slept with other men. At times she even had serious flirtations with other men. Scotty didn't just tolerate it, he enjoyed it every bit as much as she did. They had a harmonious caring relationship. They were as close as any married couple I'd ever known. I recognized that this was a life I could happily share with Jeanne.
Turning to Ginger, I said, “Yes, I want to be Jeanne's cuckold husband.”
That wasn't enough for Ginger. She asked, “Do you want her to be your hot wife?”
Understanding the importance of Ginger's question, I answered, “Yes, very much.”
“Then it's time for you to go home. Don't worry, Scotty and I will take good care of Maureen.”
“I know you will.”
“You want to go back to your motel and call Jeanne, don't you.”
“Yes, I do.”
“It's time to end our evening.”
“Thank you.”
Turning to Maureen, Ginger said, “Reeney, it's time to make Scotty cum. Put his cock back in your mouth and suck him.”
Maureen looked up at Scotty and said, “When it's time I want you to cum on my tits. Will you do that? Tonight I want to go to sleep with your dried semen on my breasts.”
Scotty said, “I would be honored.”
“Tonight I want to be your slut.”
“Only of you'll agree to be my friend too.”
“I would like that very much. Will you agree to be my friend?”
“Yes.”
They both smiled at each other.
Scotty asked, “Are you ready to finish sucking my cock?”
“Oh yes.”
Scotty lay back on the couch. As Maureen slipped his erect penis back into her mouth, Ginger whispered to me, “That's one of the many reasons I love my husband so much. He is a truly good man.”
“I can see that.”
Maureen gave Scotty an outstanding blow job. While she was still a novice slut, sex is one of those endeavors where enthusiasm is more important than technique. Just before it was time Scotty warned Maureen with a gentle pat on her cheek. She took his cock out of her mouth and vigorously pumped it while he ejaculated on her breasts.
When they were finished Scotty wrapped his arm around Maureen and pulled her to him. She snuggled up to his shoulder and smiled at me. I can't begin to describe how happy her smile made me.
Ginger saw it too. She grasped my hand. As she gave it a gentle squeeze, she said, “This was a good night. I think your friends in Tucson would call it serendipity.”
“You're right, meeting you was serendipity. I will remember tonight for the rest of my life.”
“It's not going to end tonight.”
“I need to go home. It's time for me to go home. We talked about that earlier.”
Scotty and Maureen were watching Ginger and me closely.
Ginger said, “You can leave Saturday morning. Tomorrow night we have a date. Don't you remember?”
“Yes, I guess so.”
Recognizing the reluctance in my voice, Ginger said, “It's an important date, especially for you.”
“Why?” I stared at Ginger with a puzzled expression.
Scotty asked, “Ginger, what are you proposing?”
“Club Wanderlust.”
“That's in Fort Lauderdale. It's a two hour drive each way.”
“Michael needs to go there. Maureen will enjoy it too.”
Scotty laughed. “Yes, Maureen will definitely enjoy it. You will too.”
“So will you and Michael will too. It will also help Michael understand that he's not alone.”
Scotty considered this. After a moment he said, “You're right, but we'll need to leave by 5:00. Can you get out of the office that early?”
“I can, can you?”
“I'm sure I can.”
Maureen said, “Hold on! What about Michael and me? Don't we have a say in this?”
Ginger looked at Maureen and said, “Do you have a conflict?”
“Not really.”
“Are you in slut boot camp?”
Grinning, Maureen said, “Yes, I guess I am.”
Still holding Maureen, Scotty said, “Trust us, you will love Club Wanderlust.”
“Okay, but what about Michael?”
Looking at me, Ginger said, “Michael honey, consider this the final exercise in cuckold boot camp.”
I nodded, “Okay, but can you tell us a little bit about this club?”
Ginger said, “Of course. Club Wanderlust is private. Only members are allowed inside.”
I said, “Wanderlust, it sounds like a travel club, but knowing the two of you, I don't think that's very likely.”
Scotty said, “Wandering Lust would probably be a more accurate name. The club is for men and women who occasionally enjoy a little discreet unencumbered fun on the side. Most of the women are married. Many of the male members are also married, but some of them are single men who simply enjoy lots of unfettered sex.”
“The annual membership dues for men is two thousand dollars.” Interjected Ginger.
Maureen and I both stared at her. Maureen said, “That's a lot of money.”
Ginger shook her head. “For many men it's not. They're gaining access to a club filled with women who are there for the specific purpose of getting laid. Two thousand dollars a year is less than forty dollars a week. These days a dinner date costs at least a hundred dollars. A couple of ten dollar drinks at Club Wanderlust and twenty-five dollars for a private room gets a guy laid for less than the cost of a date and at the club his chances of actually getting laid are much better.”
“They have private rooms?” Maureen was shocked.
Ginger said, “Yes, they cost twenty-five dollars an hour. They're small, just big enough for a double bed, but they are private and the beds always have clean sheets.”
“This is a commercial sex club.”
“Yes Reeney, that's exactly what it is.”
“Oh my” Maureen considered this. After a moment she asked, “Do you and Scotty both pay two thousand dollars a year to be members?”
Scotty said, “No, together we pay four hundred dollars a year.”
Maureen said, “I don't understand.”
I didn't either.
“In order to be successful the club needs a large number of female members. My annual dues is two hundred dollars. It's a manageable sum for most women, even young women, a group the club is eager to attract.”
“That makes sense, but then why does the club make you pay anything at all? Wouldn't they get more women if they just gave all of you free memberships?”
Ginger smiled at Maureen. “The two hundred dollar annual dues discourages gawkers and curiosity seekers. They do want women, but they want women who are genuinely interested in sex.”
I asked, “But what about Scotty? Why doesn't he have to pay two thousand dollars a year?”
Scotty answered, “Because I'm not an actual member. I'm not allowed on the ball room floor.”
Ginger said, “The ballroom is the club's main bar. For another two hundred dollars a year the club allows women to bring a husband or a boyfriend as a guest, but they're restricted to the gallery. It's a bar that overlooks the ballroom.”
“Club Wanderlust caters to hot wives and their cuckold husbands.” Scotty was smiling.
Suddenly I understood why Ginger was so insistent that I accompany them. They were taking us to a cuckold club.
Maureen asked, “How much will we have to pay to get in?”
“Nothing, I'm allowed to bring up to three female guests with me. You can only be a guest two times in a year. After that they will ask you to become a member. Michael will be your guest. He and Scotty will both be restricted to the Gallery bar.”
Still curious, Maureen asked, “Will there be many men in the gallery?”
Scotty said, “Tomorrow night is Friday night. There will be at least thirty husbands in the Gallery. All of them will be eagerly watching their hot wives hook up with handsome men.”
Maureen gasped. “Are there really that many cuckold hot wife couples?”
Ginger smiled. “Most people don't have any idea about how common these marriages have become. I'd be willing to bet that you're acquainted with at least one couple who secretly live the hot wife cuckold lifestyle.”
Shaking her head, Maureen said, “I never would have guessed that.”
Scotty patted her thigh. “Reeney, tomorrow night you'll get to witness it first hand.”
Maureen looked at Ginger. “Do you really think there will be a man who's interested in me? I'm mean, I'm not young like you.”
“Reeney honey, there are lots of men who love mature women. You are going to get a number of invitations to party in a private room.”
“Oh my!”
I stood up. “Maureen, we could talk about this for hours, but it's after 11:00. It's time to call it a night. You, Ginger and Scotty all have to work tomorrow and we have a very exciting evening planned for tomorrow night. Everyone needs to get some rest.”
“Yes, of course.” Maureen stood and turned to Scotty. “Thank you so much.”
He stood and kissed Maureen. It was a gentle kiss, a kiss of affection rather than lust. “I should be thanking you. You just gave me a wonderful blow job.”
Maureen blushed.
Ginger stood and took my hand. “Michael, we'll walk you to your car.”
It was January in Florida. There was a brisk chill in the air. We said good bye on the driveway under a full moon and a clear sky. Scotty kissed Maureen. Ginger kissed me.
After she kissed me Ginger whispered, “Jeanne is a very lucky woman.”
I whispered back, “She tells me that too and I'm finally starting to understand that both of us are lucky, I hope that we end up as lucky as you and Scotty.”
“That would make you very lucky.” Ginger kissed me again and said, “Good night.