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Awakenings Ch. 48

Jeanne and Michael host a sex party at their house.

The following morning was Friday, a workday for Abby and Jeanne. They were both up at six. While I didn't have to go to work I still got up with them.

Abby had come prepared with an overnight bag so she could go straight into the office with Jeanne without having to stop at her house.

Abby and Jeanne both dressed in what they called business slut, slacks tailored to be tight in the rear, daringly low cut ruffled blouses worn over skimpy lace brassieres and two inch heels. The lower heels were a concession to comfort.

I dressed in well worn khakis and a baggy sweatshirt. 

Breakfast was coffee, juice and whole wheat toast. For a minute or two the three of us ate in silence. Finally Jeanne said, “Micheal, it's Friday.”

I was reading the previous day's college basketball scores in the sports page. I set the newspaper down. As I took a sip of my coffee I noticed that Abby was watching me carefully.

I knew why Jeanne was reminding me that it was Friday. The past several Friday evenings Jeanne had been hosting a sex party with Abby, Ruth, David, Ruth's boyfriend, Matt Haynes and Abby's bisexual friends, Mark and Bobby. While I was every bit as excited about the party as they were, I couldn't resist an opportunity to tease Jeanne and Abby, so I decided to have a little fun and for just a moment play the role of an obtuse accountant. Looking at both women, I casually answered, “Yes it is.”

Jeanne continued, “I've told you about the parties we've hosted here for the past several Fridays.”

I stared at Jeanne with a puzzled expression. She waited. Abby did too. Finally I said, “I remember you mentioning something about a party, but I forget the details. Could you refresh my memory.”

Now it was Jeanne's turn to stare at me. “Michael, we've talked about these parties constantly. I've told you about them in graphic detail. I'm sure you remember....” Her voice trailed off. She was silent. After a moment she said, “You're teasing me, aren't you.”

Grinning, I said, “Yes I am. Of course I remember the parties and I haven't forgotten that you were planning one for tonight.”

Abby was laughing. 

Jeanne said, “It's not nice to tease your wife.”

“Even about a sex party she's planning?”

“Especially about a sex party she's planning.”

Still giggling, Abby asked, “So are we on for tonight? I have to call Mark and Bobby and let them know what's happening. I'm sure Ruth, David and Matt are going to want to know too.”

I smiled at both women. “As far as I'm concerned we're still on. Frankly I'll be disappointed if it doesn't happen. I've been looking forward to it all week.”

Sighing with relief, Jeanne said, “Thank you Michael, we're going to have so much fun tonight.”

Nodding, Abby said, “Yes we are, but we still have a question to discuss.”

Jeanne looked at her friend and asked, “What's that?”

“What role is Micheal going to choose for tonight?” Abby turned to me. “Are you going to be a lover, a stud, a participant? Or are you going to be a cuckold, an observer, a spectator.” She smiled. “You can even be a submissive cuck, a servant like David.”

After taking a moment to consider Abby's question, I said, “I am a cuckold. I'm learning that I enjoy that role.”

Jeanne said, “This is so hot.”

Placing a finger to her lips, Abby said, “Jeanne, hush, let him tell us what he wants. We already know what you want. You want Mark to fuck your ass.”

Giggling, Jeanne said, “Yes I do.”

I said, “I want that too, only I want to watch.”

Abby said, “And you can.”

“But I want to watch as a passive cuckold.”

Jeanne asked, “What does that mean Michael?”

“I want to wear the cage tonight. I want to be a spectator. Jeanne, I love watching.”

“Micheal, are you sure about that? Abby, Ruth and I would love to take turns sucking your cock during the party.”

Shaking her head, Abby said, “Last night you made me promise to keep your cage an intimate secret between the three of us. Now you want to include five more people. I don't understand.”

“Believe me, I still want to hold you to that promise. I'm not yet ready to have this secret appear as a banner headline on the front page of The New York Times.”

Grinning, Jeanne said, “That would be a bit embarrassing.” I winked at her. She giggled. Abby laughed.

I continued, “Last night, as I was falling asleep, I thought about the question Abby just asked me. What role do I want to play at tonight's party?” Shrugging, I said, “I'm a cuckold. That's my fantasy. Tonight we're getting together with a group of discreet people. I have good reason to believe that all five of them can be trusted.”

Abby nodded, “You're correct. All of them are very discreet.”

“How often are any of us presented with an opportunity to actually act out our sexual fantasies?”

Abby started giggling. Jeanne glared at her and asked, “What?”

Still giggling, Abby said, “You and I are presented with that opportunity several times a week and we almost always jump at the chance.”

Shaking her head, Jeanne said, “Hey, my husband is trying to be serious.”

Suddenly solemn, Abby said, “Actually I am too. Jeanne, you and I are taking every opportunity to live out our sexual fantasies. We both dress and act like sluts all the time.  You love it when your neighbors see your male callers parking in your driveway.”

“I do.” Jeanne was smiling.

“Your husband has recognized that tonight he is being provided with a safe opportunity to experience his fantasy. Do you really think that Mark and Bobby or Ruth, David and Matt will be judgmental?”

“No, not at all.” Jeanne looked at me. “Okay, I understand. Tonight you're going to be my cuckold husband, but I'm still not sure what that really means? How will you be dressed? How do you want to be treated?”

“I'm not David. I'm not a submissive masochist. I don't want to be humiliated. I just want it to be clear that I can't participate. Tonight I want to be an observer and nothing more. I thought I'd dress in khakis and a polo shirt just like I did when you entertained Jack the other night.”

Abby smiled. “I like that, in fact I think it's really hot. You're an observer watching other men fuck your wife.”

Laughing, I said, “That's correct, but Abby, you just made it seem a whole lot kinkier.”

“Michael, my dear and I do mean, my dear. I'm already madly in love with you. Please understand that for me, kinkier and better are synonyms.”

Jeanne, Abby and I all grinned. I said, “I really want the two of you to meet my friends, Amy and Mel.”

“We want that too Michael.” Jeanne stood up. “But now we have to go to work.”

Abby stood up. “Yes we do.”

I stood, walked over to them and gathered them together in my arms. As we hugged, I said, “I'm so glad that we found each other.”

Pressing her cheek against my chest, Abby said, “I can't begin to express how much the two of you mean to me.”

Jeanne whispered, “I think we might be the three luckiest people in the world.”

Nodding, I said, “I agree.”

Jeanne and Abby left for work. I spent the day in my basement shop. I'd like to say that the day went quickly. I can't. That would be a lie. Time passed at a glacial pace. I couldn't stop thinking about the evening ahead of me.

At three the telephone rang. I answered it. It was Jeanne. “Hi Michael, how's your day going?”

I said, “Slowly, very slowly. I'm excited about tonight.”

“Me too. Abby and I will be done at 4:30. We'll pick up sandwiches at Benny's Deli. Is Pastrami on rye okay?”

“That would be great.”

“Potato salad?”

“Absolutely and a chocolate cookie please.”

Jeanne laughed. “After all the turmoil of the past year, you still haven't changed.”

“I like chocolate cookies.”

“I know and I love you because of it.”

“I love you too.”

“Even if two other guys are going to fuck me tonight?”

“Especially because two other guys are going to fuck you tonight.”

“Michael, I love you now more than ever.”

“And Jeanne I love you more than ever too.”

There was silence. Sometimes intense feelings are best expressed through silence. Finally Jeanne said, “We'll be home by 5:00.”

I answered, “I'll be here.”

At 4:55 I heard the garage door open. I was finishing sweeping the floor of my shop. I hurriedly swept the saw dust and wood shavings into my dust pan, dumped it into the trash barrel, took off my shop apron, hung it on the hook by the door and hurried upstairs. When I stepped into the kitchen Jeanne and Abby were walking in from the garage.

Jeanne hugged and kissed me first, Abby followed. As Abby kissed me she gave my crotch a gentle squeeze and whispered, “I hope you're excited about tonight because we certainly are.”

Chuckling, I said, “It's all I thought about today.”

While they put our sandwiches and potato salad on plates I opened a bottle of red wine. We sat at the kitchen table and ate quickly with little conversation. All three of us were anticipating the evening ahead of us.

As soon as we were finished eating we tidied up the kitchen. Once we were done Jeanne prepared a small bag of ice cubes and then we hurried to the bedroom to get dressed for the party. 

In the bedroom the three of us peeled off our clothes and showered together in the master bath. After we showered Jeanne pressed the bag of ice against my cock and balls. Once my erection wilted Abby fitted the cock cage into place, locked it and handed the key to Jeanne. 

Jeanne took a silver chain out of her jewelry box and said, “Micheal, Ruth wears the key for David's cage as a pendant on a necklace.”

I smiled at Jeanne. “This is right out of the Internet cuckold stories.”

“We don't have to do it. I just thought it might be kind of kinky.”

I said, “I think we have to do it. I want to do it.”


“Yes, tonight we're all acting out our fantasies. You and Abby get to safely be sluts and I have an opportunity to experience an evening as a cuckold. I wouldn't want to miss that opportunity because I was worried about appearances.”

Abby said, “This group would be more judgmental if they thought you were too uptight to play the role you want to play.”

“Thank you, I was quite certain that was the case.”

“Okay, tonight you're my cuckold husband.” Jeanne smiled. “My beloved cuckold husband.”

Abby said, “Mine too, I get to love him too.”

Jeanne and I both looked at Abby. The longing in her eyes was obvious. Suddenly I understood. This was a woman with extensive sexual experience. She'd eagerly enjoyed every carnal act she could imagine, but she'd never experienced love.

Jeanne turned and looked at me. Understanding, I nodded. I was seated on the edge of the bed naked wearing my cock cage. She took Abby's hand, led her over to me and said, “This is my husband, Michael. He is full of love, so full of love that I can share him without fear or concern.”

Abby looked at Jeanne. Jeanne whispered, “Straddle him and sit down. Look in his eyes and kiss him.”

Abby asked, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am very sure.”

Turning to me, Abby asked, “May I?” She paused. After a moment she added, “Please.”

I extended my hand. Abby took it. I gave her a gentle tug. She straddled my lap, sat down and threw her arms around my neck. We kissed. 

Standing next to us, Jeanne said, “And now we are three.”

Nodding, I repeated, “And now we are three.”

Abby asked, “Can we do this? I mean really do it.”

I said, “Five months ago I would have said, no, but now I understand that all it requires is love and trust. Can you love and trust?”

Giggling, Abby answered, “I am so ready to love and trust.”

While we were talking Jeanne had attached the key to my chastity cage to her silver chain. Standing behind Abby she slipped the chain over her head and let it fall into place around Abby's neck. “I think I would like you to wear this tonight.” She looked at me. “Is that okay Michael?”

I said,  “Yes, I hope the two of you will take turns wearing it.”

Abby said, “This is like a wonderful dream.”

I glanced at the clock on Jeanne's beside table. It was almost 6:15. Looking at Jeanne and Abby I asked, “Isn't our company due to arrive in fifteen minutes?”

Both women looked at the clock and then at me. Jeanne said, “For heavens sake, yes they are and we're not even close to being ready.”

I grabbed my khakis. As I pulled them on I said, “I'll get everything ready while you two finish putting on your makeup.” 

Laughing, Abby said, “Jeanne, he really is a crown jewel.”

“Yes he is. I realized that the day I first met him. It was at Corinne Planter's eighteenth birthday party.”

I pulled my Polo shirt over my head and said, “That was a long time ago.”

“I remember it like it was yesterday. You were so handsome.”

“And you were so beautiful.”

“This is like watching the fucking Hallmark Channel and I have to admit that I love it.” Abby laughed. “But on those romantic television shows the wife is almost never getting ready for a night of kinky erotic frolicking with two bisexual men and her best girlfriend while her cuckold husband watches with his cock imprisoned in a plastic chastity cage.”

Grinning, I said, “I don't think that's a common television plot.”

Jeanne said, “If it was you'd be watching a lot more television.”

“You're right about that and I'll bet you'd be watching with me.”

“Sometimes, but I have a preference for creating real life fantasies with well endowed dominant men.”

“Men whose cocks aren't locked in plastic cases.”

Jeanne smiled at me. “Acting out fantasies is much more fun when the man I love is watching.”

Giggling, Abby added, “With his cock locked in a plastic case.”

“Definitely.” Jeanne was giggling too.

I shook my head. “Life certainly has taken some unexpected turns.”

“Would you prefer it if we could go back to last August and rewrite history?” Jeanne was suddenly serious.

“No, not at all. I'm enjoying this bizarre twist of fate.”


“Very much.”

“Enough to set up a bar on the dining room table while we finish getting dressed for the party?”


“Thank you Michael.”

Abby said, “I think that should be Sir Michael.”

Chuckling as I left our bedroom, I said, “I think Michael is just fine.”

Abby called after me, “If we choose to knight you that's our prerogative.” 

In the dining room, I opened the liquor cabinet, took out bottles of vodka, gin, scotch, bourbon, brandy, dry vermouth and sweet vermouth. After placing them on the dining room table I set up a tray of glasses and then I went into the kitchen where I opened a jar of olives, a jar of maraschino cherries and filled an ice bucket with ice cubes. I brought it all into the dining room and set it next to the liquor and the glasses. As soon as I was finished I hurried into the living room. I was making sure that everything was in its proper place when the doorbell rang.

Excited, I walked quickly to the front door. After taking a deep breath to compose myself I opened the door. Two tall, very handsome men in their thirties were standing on the front step. They were both wearing wool overcoats and i950's style fedora hats. I also noticed the bright red Ferrari parked in our driveway.

The three of us took a moment to appraise each other. Finally, the man on my right, a man with auburn hair, a light complexion and a Van Dyke beard said, “Hi, I'm Bobby Devereaux.”

The man on my left, a man with dark brown hair and a darker complexion, but also sporting a Van Dyke beard said, “And I'm Mark Shanley.”

I answered, “I'm Micheal Nolan. Please come inside.”

As the men stepped into the house, I said, “May I take your hats and coats?”

They both quickly shed their coats and took off their hats. As Bobby handed his to me he said, “Thank you Michael.” He paused and quickly added. “May we call you Michael? We understand you prefer it to Mike.”

“I do prefer Michael and I would like it if you called me that, but only if you'll allow me to call you Mark and Bobby.”

Mark smiled. “I think we can agree on that.”

Also smiling, Bobby said, “And I think we should congratulate ourselves for so deftly negotiating what might have been an awkward first encounter.”

I said, “You mean meeting the husband of a woman you're both fucking.”

Bobby nodded. “Yup, that lays it right out there. It also gives me the impression that you're a man who doesn't mince words.”

“I can't see that there would be much point in doing that. If the evening proceeds as planned it's not going to be long before your fucking Jeanne in front of me.”

Mark asked, “Is that going to be okay with you?”

I looked at him. His tone and facial expression suggested that his concern was genuine. I said, “Yes, it will be okay and thank you for asking.”

Bobby said, “We think sex is fun, but we also understand that it's laden with emotional undertones. We don't have any desire to create anxiety for either you or Jeanne.”

“Don't worry, you won't. I'm actually very excited about the evening.”

“Did Jeanne warn you that Bobby and I are bisexual? You won't just see us fucking Jeanne and Abby, you're going to see us fucking each other too. Will that upset you?”

“Six months ago it might have. Now? While I'm not ready to participate, I think I've reached a point where I can watch two people physically enjoy each other without becoming judgmental.” I shrugged. “I spent last fall living with two bisexual escorts.”

Bobby said, “The prostitutes you met in Tucson.”

I nodded.

Continuing, Bobby said, “Jeanne told us about them. You certainly had an adventurous trip.”

“Yes it was. It was also an awakening.”

Mark said, “Michael, no one is going to ask you to do anything you don't want to do.”

“All I really want to do is watch.”

“While Mark and I take turns fucking Abby and your wife.” Bobby was smiling.

I said, “That's pretty much it. I'm a very happy cuckold and tonight that's the role I want to play.”

Bobby said, “It's going to be a fun evening.”

“Yes it is.” And then I added. “I have a bar set up in the dining room. Would you gentlemen like something to drink?”

Clapping his hands together, Mark said, “That is a capital idea.”

The doorbell rang again.

Bobby said, “That must be Ruth, David and Matt.”

I said, “The two of you have been here before. The bar is set up on the dining room table. Why don't you help yourselves while I open the door for Ruth, David and Matt.”

“We can do that Michael.” Mark gave Bobby a push. “Come on Bobby, lets make a couple martinis.”

As they walked into the dining room I opened the front door. Ruth, David and another man who I assumed was Matt Haynes, were standing on the front steps. The man was tall, at least six foot two and handsome. He wasn't wearing a hat and I could see that his full head of wavy dark hair was streaked with gray. Jeanne had told  me that she thought Matt looked like Cary Grant. I had to agree with her.

I said, “Come inside, it's freezing out there.”

As Ruth stepped through the door she shuddered and said, “I hate January in Minnesota.”

Chuckling, I said, “The winter can be a trial.”

The man who I assumed was Matt stepped in next to Ruth. David squeezed in behind him.

Ruth said, “Michael, this is my boyfriend, Matt Haynes. Matt this is Michael Nolan, my employer and my dear friend.”

Extending his hand, Matt said, “Michael, may I call you Michael?”

Taking his hand, I answered, “Of course, may I call you Matt?”

We shook hands. He said, “I've heard so much about you, it's a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“It's a pleasure to meet you too Matt.”

Matt gallantly helped Ruth with her coat. As soon as it was off, Ruth said, “Davey, take my coat and Mr. Haynes' coat and hang them in the closet.

David took Ruth's coat from Matt and waited while Matt took off his own coat. As Matt handed his coat to David, David bowed politely and said, “Thank you sir.” And then he obediently hung his wife's and her boyfriend's coats in the closet. Finally he removed his own coat and hung it in the closet.

While he was doing this, Ruth took my arm and said, “Mark's Ferrari is in the driveway, so I know they're here.”

I said, “They're in the dining room making cocktails.”

Ruth nodded and called out, “Hey studs, how about making a couple brandy Manhattans for my boyfriend and me.”

From the dining room, Bobby answered, “We'll do it, but it's going to cost.”

“What's it going to cost?”

“How about a quick blow job for both of us.”

Giggling, Ruth said, “You'll have to ask my boyfriend if that's okay with him.”

Mark said, “How about it Matt?”

Matt answered, “It better be a damned good Manhattan.”

Bobby said, “We make a great Manhattan and your girlfriend gives great head.”

laughing, Matt said, “Yes she does.”

Mark said, “Ruth send us your servant. He can assist us.”

Turning to David, Ruth said, “You heard the man Davey, get in there and give them a hand.”

Nodding meekly, David said, “Yes, Ruth.”

Ruth glared at him. “What did you just call me?”

Realizing his error, David said, “I'm sorry Ms. Wilkins. I forgot my place. I know it's not an excuse, but I'm excited about tonight's party.”

“It's okay Davey, I understand. I'll forgive you this time, but if it happens again you will be severely punished in front of everyone. Is that clear?”

“Yes Ms. Wilkins, I understand. It won't happen again. Thank you for being so benevolent.”

“You're welcome Davey, now run along and help Mr. Devereaux and Mr. Shanley with the cocktails.”

“Yes ma'am.” David hurried into the dining room.

As soon as he was gone Ruth turned to me and said, “Michael while you were gone David and I began exploring our own fantasies. Please don't judge us. We're  redefining the nature of our relationship and it's making both of us happy.”

“Don't worry, I won't, but..” I hesitated.

Ruth said, “Go on,  We've been friends for years. Tell me what you're thinking.”

“You know about the problems Tricia and Paul encountered when they tried to pursue this same lifestyle.”

“Believe me, David and I are both very aware of what happened to Tricia and Paul. Michael, please don't worry. David and I are much older. We've been together for a long time. Our mutual love is beyond question. So is our trust and our concern for each others well being. Yes, David does encourage me to test his limits and I admit that I do enjoy testing them, but I am always carefully attuned to how my demands are affecting him. We've also established several safe words. If, in the excitement of the moment, I go too far, David can stop me so we can talk as equals.”

“Does that happen very often?”

“It's never happened, but we frequently take time to talk about what we're doing. That provides us with opportunities to tell each other what excites us, what makes us feel uncomfortable and honestly, what scares us. Micheal, good communication is the foundation of every successful relationship. Tricia and Paul stopped communicating.”

“Yes they did and it sounds like you and David have learned from their mistakes.”

“Yes we have. I've spent a lot of time talking to Jeanne and Abby about all of this. I've also talked to Tricia.”

“That must have been interesting.”

“Michael, she feels so bad about what she did to Paul. She misses him. It's obvious that she loves him very much. I hope he decides to give her another chance.”

“That's up to Paul.”

“Yes it is.”

“How are your kids dealing with the changes in your marriage?”

“We're doing our best to hide it from them. We've always had a subtle wife led marriage. David has always deferred to me when it comes to important decisions and he has always taken care of most of the housework. In a way, we've always been living this lifestyle. The kids see it as normal. David hopes that we can eventually be more overt about it, but I think we need to wait until both of them are out of  college.”

“David hopes that?”

“While I am enjoying the dominant role I play in our marriage, David is the driving force for this new lifestyle. He would like to spend the rest of his life as my servant.”

“He told you that.”

“Those are his exact words and I am now convinced that it really would make him happy.”

“You're certain this isn't a case of be careful what you ask for?”

“If that turns out to be the case we'll adapt until he has exactly what he wants. Michael, I love David. I'll do anything to make him happy.” Ruth smiled. “But I must admit that I find his fantasy almost as exciting as he does. I love being a dominant slut.”

“Then I'm happy for you.”

“Michael, I'm still worried that you're going to judge David.”

“Ruth while I was gone I trained with the best.”

“Amy and Mel.”

“Yes, they taught me to not only accept the wonderful variety of ways people choose to live their lives, but to celebrate it. You and David are happy and you're not hurting anyone. That's all that really matters.”

“Thank you Michael.”

“That's not all. I want to tell you a secret.”

Matt was standing behind Ruth. He'd been privy to everything we'd just discussed. Ruth said, “Would you like Matt to leave us alone?”

I shook my head. “You trust him, don't you.”


I looked at Matt and asked, “Are you okay with David and Ruth's lifestyle choice?”

“Well I do have to admit that I'm benefiting from it.”

Ruth said, “Damn right you are.”

He smiled and continued. “But even if I wasn't, I agree with everything you just said. “They're both happy and they're not hurting anyone. That's all that really matters.”

“Then you can not only stay, I'd prefer it if you did stay.” Turning to Ruth I said, “Since I returned home I've been embracing my role as Jeanne's cuckold.” I grasped Ruth's wrist and gently placed it on my crotch.

She felt the chastity cage and grinned at me. “Michael you old perv, you're wearing a chastity cage.”

Grinning back at Ruth, I said, “Yup.”

Matt said, “I'm not sure I get it, but I don't think that matters.”

I smiled at him, “It took me several months to understand that.”

“What did it take you several months to understand?” Jeanne was standing in the doorway to the living room. Abby was next to her. They were dressed in similar outfits, skimpy lace brassieres that barely covered their large breasts, micro skirts that if worn in public would have resulted in arrests for indecent exposure and 4 inch spike heeled shoes.

Excited beyond belief, I gaped at my wife, speechless. 

She walked straight to me, gave my nipple a vicious twist, and whispered, “Cat got your tongue big boy?”

Still speechless, I nodded.

Jeanne licked my ear and said, “Eat your heart out cucky, tonight this isn't for you, this is for Mark and Bobby.”

“I know.”

“Does that excite you?”

“More than you can possibly imagine.”

“Baby, these days my imagination is limitless.”

“So is mine.”

“I love that.” Then Jeanne whispered in my ear, “But never forget, this is just a game. Any time you want me, I'm yours, all yours.”

I smiled.

In my other ear, Abby whispered, “And I'm yours too.”

I said, “But not tonight.”

Still nuzzling my ear, Jeanne asked, “Are you certain that's the way you want it?”


“Then get ready baby, tonight you're going to see a very hot show.” Jeanne kissed me and then looking over my shoulder, she said, “And here is our favorite slave with a tray of cocktails. Davey honey, I hope you have a Manhattan for me.”

“Yes Ms. Jeanne, of course I do.”

“Me too?”

“Ms Abby, I would never neglect you.”

As Abby took a Manhattan off of David's tray, she said, “And believe me sweetheart, we will never neglect you either.”

Ruth said, “Should I be jealous?'

Taking a Manhattan for herself, Jeanne said, “This question is from the wife who is about to spend the next hour alone in my boudoir with her boyfriend.”

Smiling, Ruth said, “In a wife led marriage the wife is accorded many privileges that her submissive husband is denied.”

Abby said, “We understand, but Davey is so good at giving head. Would you really deny your friends that pleasure?”

Laughing, Ruth said, “Absolutely not, but you can only have him as a dessert. My sweetie is at his best when he knows that his tongue is following another man's cock.”

“I love this group. Everyone is so delightfully kinky.” Jeanne winked at me. I winked back.

Bobby said, “I'd like to propose a toast. Davey, finish serving the cocktails.”

David quickly served everyone. I took a martini. 

As soon as he was finished Ruth said to him, “I'm pleased to see that you made a cocktail for yourself. Now bring your tray back to the dining room and rejoin us. Hurry, don't keep us waiting.”

As David turned and walked quickly into the dining room, Ruth said, “We really are enjoying this new lifestyle. I have to admit that I love having a slave.”

“And I love serving you Ms. Wilkins.” David was already returning from the dining room. He was carrying a martini for himself.

“I know you do David, that's what makes it so exciting and so very fulfilling.”

Bobby said, “Okay, everyone has a cocktail. It's time for a toast.” He held up his glass. We all raised our glasses. “To the Friday night sex club. May we freely embrace each others personal adventures.”

We all said, “Hear, hear” And then we clinked our glasses and took a sip of our cocktails.  

Setting her glass down on the end table next to the couch, Jeanne said, “On that note, I think it's time to start the sex party.” She walked over to the stereo in the corner and pushed a button. As Al Green's, “Take Me To The River” started playing, Jeanne, Abby and Ruth began swaying their hips in time to the music.

Abby grabbed Bobby's hand and said, “Come on studman, let's dance.”

Bobby spun Abby around so that her back was pressing against him. As she rubbed her rear against his crotch, he ran his hands over her large breasts and flat stomach and said, “You got it baby.”

Lasciviously licking her lips, Jeanne grabbed Mark's wrist and said, “I want some of that too.” She turned her back, placed his hands on her brassiere covered breasts and pushed back into him, gyrating her hips. Mark responded by cupping both of her large breasts in his hands and rubbing his crotch into Jeanne's barely covered rear.

One hand holding Matt's hand, Ruth turned to her husband. She grabbed his shirt with her free hand, roughly pulled him to her, stared into his eyes and ordered, “Undress me for my lover.”

Breathless with excitement, David answered, “Yes ma'am.”

Ruth turned back to Matt and said, “Sit down baby and enjoy the show.”

Sitting down in the chair next to mine, the chair I thought was reserved for David, Matt said, “I think I'll do that.”

Ruth looked at me. “Sit down Michael, I want you to enjoy the show too.”

I sat down, but my attention was focused on Jeanne. Mark was now boldly fondling her breasts with one hand while his other hand was lifting the hem of her short skirt.

“Ruthie, this is a new twist. You've never made David do this before.” Abby was still rubbing against Bobby, but she was carefully watching Ruth and David. 

Mark had now raised the hem of Jeanne's skirt to her waist. She wasn't wearing panties. He was rubbing her naked sex with his fingers. While Jeanne was clearly aroused, her attention was also focused on Ruth and David.

Ruth said, “David is my cuckold husband. Undressing me for my lover is now one of his duties.”

Abby smiled,  “I like that. It's really kinky.”

“Yes it is.” Ruth turned so that she was facing her now seated lover and said to her husband, “Unzip my dress Cuckboy.”

David whispered, “Yes ma'am.” And then with shaking hands he slowly lowered the zipper on the back of his wife's dress and let it fall to the  floor.

Wearing only panties, bra, garter belt, nylon stockings and spike heels, Ruth stepped out of her dress and began to dance seductively for her lover. As she danced, she said to David, “Now my brassiere.”

Once again whispering, “Yes ma'am.” David quickly unfastened his wife's bra and pulled it off, exposing her large breasts.”

Still dancing for Matt, Ruth held her naked breasts up and said. “I want you to play with these while I suck your cock.”

Matt smiled.

Behind her, Abby said, “Damn, I love this. My pussy is already dripping.”

Bobby was  slowly rubbing her glistening sex with two fingers. He gently bit her neck and said, “Yes it is.”

Jeanne said, “Mark  honey, I want to do that too. I want to suck your cock while you play with my tits.”

I chuckled. My wife had changed so much. A year ago I couldn't have imagined her saying either the word cock or tits. Now she was brazenly saying those words to another man at a sex party. 

Ruth said, “Davey, get down on your knees and pull my panties down for Matt. I'm so horny I could burst. I need a good fucking.”

While David was dropping to his knees at his wife's feet, Mark stepped away from my wife, unzipped his trousers and let them fall to his ankles. He wasn't wearing underwear. His large cock stood straight out with a slight upward curve. I smiled, Jeanne had told me that she loved cocks that had an upward curve when they were erect. She responded by immediately wrapping her fingers around Mark's erection. 

At the same time David began pulling his wife's panties down. As he exposed Ruth's shaved pussy, Matt said, “Oh yeah, that's perfect.”

Ruth kicked off her high heels. David pulled her panties all the way down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and said, “Davey, kiss my feet. Show everyone how obedient you are.”

“Yes Mistress Ruth.” David reverently kissed his wife's toes while we watched.

Behind them Abby said, “This is so hot. I love these parties.” Bobby now had the hem of her skirt pulled up to her waist and was rubbing her glistening sex with his fingers.

Mark was massaging my wife's cunt while she slowly stroked his cock. They were both intently watching David kiss Ruth's feet.

Bending over and tapping David's head, Ruth said, “That's enough dear. I don't want to spoil you and I'm ready for a good fucking. Stand up.”

David gave his wife's toes a final kiss and stood up. At the same time Matt stood up and said, “I'll take over now Davey.”

Nodding, David said, “Yes sir.”

Ruth took Matt's arm and said, “Come on tiger, let's go have some fun.” As they walked out of the living room Ruth called back to her husband, “Pick up my clothes and bring them to Jeanne's boudoir. David obediently gathered up his wife's clothing and followed them out of the living room.  

As soon as they were gone I turned my attention to Jeanne and Mark. Mark was sitting on the couch. His pants were bunched around his ankles. Jeanne was kneeling between his legs sucking his cock. 

Abby was sitting on the other end of the couch. Bobby was on his knees between her parted thighs. His face was pressed into her sex. Abby's eyes were closed. She was enjoying Bobby's efforts.

For a moment I watched Jeanne, Mark, Abby and Bobby in silence, but then David returned. As soon as he was seated in the chair next to mine he said, “Micheal.”

Realizing that he wanted to talk about what had just happened I looked at him and said, “Yes David.”

“Michael, please don't think ill of me.”

“Don't worry, I don't.” Smiling, I quickly added, “It would be pretty hypocritical of me If I did that.”

“What do you mean?”

“David, I'm sitting here wearing a chastity cage while I watch my wife suck another man's cock.”

“But you aren't...” David hesitated and then he quietly added, “Submissive like me.”

“No I'm not, but so what?”

“So what?”

“Yes, so what. David I've known you for years. You're a wonderful man and an outstanding father. Okay, you like your sex a little kinky, so what? Are you hurting anyone?”


“Are you having fun?”

David grinned. “I'm having the time of my life. Ruth is too. We've never been happier.”

“That's all that matters. You're having fun and you're not hurting anyone. I'm not going to judge you and I know that Jeanne and Abby aren't going to either. Ruth is happy and Matt seems pretty open minded. You're surrounded by friends. I think you should just relax and be the person you want to be.”

“Matt is very open minded, of course he's also getting to fuck my wife.”

“Can't blame him for enjoying that. Ruth is an attractive woman.”

“Are you fucking her?”

Realizing that this was not a simple question, I took a moment to consider my answer. Finally I said, “Yes, we had sex the other day.”

“I know, she told me.”

“Do you want me to continue fucking her?”

“She would like it.”

“That's not what I asked.”

David stared at me. Finally he said, “Since we're being honest and you told me you won't judge me, yes, knowing her boss is fucking her would excite me.”

Now it was time for me to clarify my desires. I asked, “Will you fuck Jeanne? She really likes you. I'm sure she would enjoy sex with you.”

Shaking his head, David said, “Of course not. Your wife is a beautiful woman, I've always thought that, but fucking her isn't part of my nature.”

“David, I'm a cuckold too.”

David considered that for a moment and then he started to laugh. After a moment he said, “You're sitting here wearing a chastity cage watching your beautiful wife suck another man's cock.”

“That's  right and I'm enjoying it.”

Shaking his head, David said, “I'm sorry Michael. Lately I've been so absorbed by my own fantasies that I've neglected to pay attention to everyone else.”

“It's okay, you and I, Ruth and Jeanne, we're all weathering a period of change. Changes, even changes that we choose to make, can be a challenge.”

“You're right about that.”

“Are you plagued with self doubt?”

“Yes, so is Ruth. We both want this new life style, but it's difficult.”

“Because we perceive it as being so far outside the accepted norms of society. I think everyone here tonight is facing that issue. Jeanne certainly is. She wants to be a slut and she wants to flaunt it, but she still feels qualms of guilt about doing that.”

“Ruth does too.” David smiled. “And you and I are both wearing chastity cages while other men are sexually enjoying our wives.”

I nodded.

David continued. “I feel ashamed about my submissive nature.”

“Because it's not manly.”

“Exactly, but it feels so right. I love serving Ruth. I have never been happier than I am right now.”

“I love watching Jeanne with another man. I can't explain it. It doesn't make any sense, but it's true, that's undeniable. The other night I watched her entertain her boyfriend. It was the most exciting night of my life. My wife has become a slut, a happy slut and I've become her happy cuckold husband.”

“At this very moment my wife is in another room enjoying her boyfriend and I'm happy about it.” David laughed. “Hell, I'm not just happy about it, I'm ecstatic. Michael, do you get jealous?”

“I did at first, but not anymore. Jeanne is so careful to make sure I know I'm loved.” I paused. After a moment I added, “At times I do feel envious.” I shook my head. “No, that's not exactly right. My envy is self inflicted. I encourage Jeanne to do things for other men that she doesn't do for me. She loves me so she constantly reminds me that all I have to do is ask and she'll do all those things for me. It's a denial game and I find it thrilling. I'm discovering that I am a bit of a masochist.”

“I am too.” David chuckled. “And Ruth is turning out to be a bit of a sadist.  I love it when she humiliates me. Sometimes I wonder if I'm mentally deranged, but it's so exciting.” He shrugged. “We're not hurting anyone.”

“No you're not. If it makes you feel better, I thought that scene a few minutes ago where you undressed Ruth for Matt and kissed her feet was pretty hot.”

“I was so excited that I almost came in my chastity cage while I was doing it.”

“Is that possible?”


“To cum while you're wearing a chastity cage.”

“I don''t think so. I sometimes leak while I'm wearing it, but I've never orgasmed and I've been pretty aroused.”

“Same here.”

We were both silent. After a moment David said, “Michael, it's nice to talk to another man about this. You understand. It really helps.”

“I agree. While we've always been friends I think this will make us even closer friends.”

“I suspect that this is the first of many nights we'll be sitting together locked in chastity while other men are enjoying sex with our wives.”

“I certainly hope so.”

“Me too.”

There was a moment of silence and then I said, “Let's watch for awhile.”

“I'd like that.”

We both focused our attention on the performance in front of us. They were now all naked and had moved from the couch to the floor. Jeanne was lying on her back with Abby riding her face. Bobby was lying on his stomach between Jeanne's parted thighs. His face was pressed into her cunt. Mark was standing, He was straddling Jeanne and facing Abby who was greedily sucking his erect cock.

During the next two hours David and I witnessed every possible combination of two women and two men. For the first time in my life I saw two men sucking and fucking each other. At first my homophobic upbringing created some uneasiness about what I was watching, but I was quickly swept up by the raw sexuality of the scene. I also recognized the hollowness of my discomfort. I'd been perfectly relaxed about watching Amy and Mel and Jeanne and Abby. Why should the sight of two men enjoying each other be stressful while watching two women was exciting. Deciding the world was rampant with hypocrisy, I relaxed and watched the wonderfully erotic scene in front of me.

Jeanne, Abby, Mark and Bobby took several breaks. While I was impressed with their stamina, I understood. Sex, especially intense sex is a series of peaks and valleys. The peaks are exciting, the valleys require rest.

Two of the breaks followed ejaculations from Bobby and Mark. They were surprisingly attuned. I assumed that was partly due to their being close friends and lovers, but  I also recognized that my wife and Abby were at least partly responsible. They worked in concert bringing each other and Bobby and Mark to the edge and then backing off and starting over. It was a maddening cycle of lust that finally resulted in titanic orgasms for all four of them.

As I watched this lavish orgy of lust I marveled at how much my wife had changed during the preceding months. My once prudish spouse had become a sexual savant. As her willing cuckold husband I was overwhelmed with admiration.

After their third ejaculation Bobby and Mark lay quietly, Mark in Abby's arms and Bobby in Jeanne's. Their faces were pressed against the women's breasts. David and I both waited in silence. 

Finally Bobby smiled and said, “Damn, that was some premium sex.”

Laughing, Mark said, “Classy Bobby, really classy.”

Abby shook her head. “No, I have to agree. He's right, that was some premium sex.”

Jeanne looked at me and asked, “Michael honey, are you okay?”

“Yes Jeanne, I'm fine and I agree with Bobby and Abby, that was some premium sex.”

Smiling, Jeanne mouthed the words, “I love you.”

Bobby's hand was still resting on my wife's cunt. It was unconscious. The sex for the evening was over, but it made the situation even more erotic for me. Grinning, I said, “I love you too.”

Realizing what was happening, Mark said, “Damn, this might just be the hottest sex scene I've ever imagined. Your husband is here watching everything. I love it.”

Giggling, Abby said, “Mark honey, you're just as big a perv as I am. I'm certain that you've imagined some sex scenes that would curl a hooker's hair.”

Bobby said, “Believe me, that is the truth. Mark is a colossal perv. I am too, but I understand what my friend is trying to say. Michael and David's passive presence makes a hot sex party even hotter.”

“A hot sex party and my baby David? I hope someone is abusing him. That would make the party even hotter for him.”

We all turned. Ruth was walking into the living room. Matt was next to her. Both of them were dressed. She walked over to her husband and asked, “Have these people been abusing you baby? I certainly hope they have.” Ruth smiled. “If they haven't, don't despair. When we get home I plan to spend a good hour abusing you.” She turned to Jeanne and Abby. “You'd be surprised to see how much fun two people can have with a hairbrush.”

Abby said, “Oh my, I thought that I needed a little break, but just thinking about that is making me wet again.”

Bobby said, “Abby, just a few minutes ago you called Mark a perv.”

“No sweetie, I said that he's just as big a perv as I am.”

“And I take that as compliment.” Mark was grinning.

Ruth extended her hand to David. “Come on baby doll, Matt has worn me out. I think I'll be walking funny for several days. It's time for us to go home. You need to be punished for...” Ruth's voice trailed off. For a moment she was silent and then she said, “Because it will please me.”

David took his wife's offered hand. As he stood up he said, “As you wish Mistress Ruth.” The twinkle in his eyes and his smile suggested that he was just as eager to receive this punishment as Ruth was to give it to him.

Bobby looked at Mark. “Let's get dressed. It's time for us to go home too.”

“Yes, it's getting late.” Mark stood up and began putting on his clothes. Bobby joined him. 

Jeanne and Abby, both still naked, stood up and walked to the front door with Ruth, Matt and David. I stood up. As I followed them to the front door I once again marveled at the changes in my wife. For most of our married life Jeanne had been obsessively modest. During the past six months she'd transformed into an unabashed exhibitionist. I smiled, I loved the new Jeanne. 

While we were getting Ruth, Matt and David's coats Bobby and Mark quickly finished dressing and joined us. As we got their coats Mark said, “This was a wonderful evening. Can we please do it again next Friday?” He was looking at me.

Abby said, “Yes Michael, can we? Please.”

I looked at Jeanne. She smiled and said, “It appears to be up to you. What do you say?”

Understanding why they were asking me and appreciating their concern, I said, “I had a wonderful time tonight. Yes, I want to do it again next Friday. I'd like to do it every Friday.” I paused. Everyone's eyes were focused on me. After a moment I said, “But...” And then I paused again.

Abby asked, “But what?”

“I think it might be fun if we could recruit a few more participants.”

Giggling, Abby said, “I for one think that's a wonderful idea.”

Jeanne asked, “Michael, are you sure?”

Shrugging, I said, “Why not? Wouldn't you enjoy that?”

“I'd love it, but you just got home. I don't want to push you too quickly.”

“Don't worry Jeanne. I'm on board, completely on board.”

Bobby said, “Mark and I have a friend who would love to be invited to a party like this one.”

“Does he have the proper qualifications?” Abby was grinning at Bobby.

Mark said, “Proper qualifications? Abby are you asking if he has a college degree?”

Shaking her head, Abby said, “You know damned well what I'm asking.”

Bobby said, “He has a hot body and a nine inch dick, I've seen him get it up three times in an evening and...” His voice trailed off.

Abby stared at him. “And? Finish your sentence.”

“He's a good conversationalist.” Bobby laughed.

Rolling her eyes, Abby said, “A little conversation is always nice, but does he like to eat pussy? That's what really matters.”

Mark said, “He's very oral.”

Jeanne said, “It sounds to me like he meets our basic qualifications.”

I said, “You like the nine inch dick.”

“You know I do and I have to admit that hearing that he can get it up three times in an evening is an attraction too.”

Abby nodded. “Didn't someone say, a hard man is good to find.”

Ruth said, “I think that might be from Shakespeare.”

David said, “Mistress, I don't mean to be impudent, but I think it was Mae West.”

Smiling, Ruth said, “Davey, that was impudent and now I do have a reason to punish you when we get home.”

David bowed his head. “Mistress, I was hoping you would take that position.”

“No sweetheart, you're the one who will be taking the position. I'll be wielding the hairbrush and I don't intend to be delicate.”

David gasped. We all grinned.

Mark said, “So may we invite our friend to join us next Friday?”

Everyone looked at me again. I said, “Absolutely. He appears to be well qualified.”

Nodding, Jeanne agreed, “If what you say is true, he is definitely well qualified.”

Bobby said, “His name is Thomas. We'll call him tomorrow.”

Abby said, “We look forward to meeting him.”

Chuckling, I said, “I'll bet you do.”

Jeanne grabbed my arm. “And my dear cuckold husband, I'm certain that you're already looking forward to watching him in action with your winsome wife.”

“Winsome? Is that a synonym for slut?” Ruth was giggling.

Also giggling, Abby said, “I was thinking easy, but slut is actually better.”

Shaking her head, Jeanne said, “I'm being called a slut by a notorious local trollop and her sidekick in debauchery, Racy Ruth.”

“Racy Ruth? Oh, I love that. I think I'll make Davey get a tattoo that says, 'I'm married to Racy Ruth.'”

Jeanne said, “I think you should get a tramp stamp that says, Racy Ruth. Advertising is just like real estate, location, location, location.”

Grinning, Ruth said, “I love that idea. When Davey is licking my ass he'll be constantly reminded that a host of different men are fucking me.”

Matt said, “A host?”

Ruth kissed his cheek and said, “While you are my favorite, I do occasionally enjoy a little variety. I'm certain that you do too.”

“I do, but a host?”

“Sweetheart, this is slut central. You need to start taking advantage of the opportunities here. Next Friday night you have to get on both Jeanne and Abby's dance card.”

Jeanne said, “I know I'd be open to that.”

Abby nodded, “Me too.”

Matt asked Ruth, “What about you?”

“I'm thinking that I might enjoy having Mark, Bobby and their friend, Thomas all on my dance card.”

Matt said, “Next Friday night is starting to sound quite exciting.”

We all laughed. As we all laughed, Mark said, “On that note it's time to say good night. Jeanne and Michael, thank you, it was a wonderful evening.”

Everyone concurred. We hugged, kissed and said our goodbyes. 

As soon as everyone was gone Jeanne and Abby turned and smiled at me. Jeanne said, “Okay cuckboy, it's time for you to get naked. We're not done having fun.”

Abby leered at me. “”No, we definitely are not.” 

Jeanne grabbed my crotch and squeezed my chastity cage. “Let's get this toy off of you.”

I nodded.

Abby grabbed my wrist and started pulling me. “Come on Michael and Jeanne. We need to shower and then it's time to fuck some more.”

My wife and I eagerly followed our good friend's lead. Our trust was justified. After the three of us showered together we climbed into the bed in our master bedroom. The sex was memorable. 

Later, as I feel asleep between these two wonderful women, I thought about change. Most of us fear it. Change can certainly be stressful, but it can also open new horizons and create experiences that we'd never before imagined. Initiating change demands courage. One has to be willing to risk losing everything in the hope of replacing it with something even more fulfilling.

Six months earlier, my wife had boldly rolled the dice. The risk had been huge. It could have been a disaster for both of us.  It wasn't. We won, we won big. I now understood that our lives would forever be enhanced by Jeanne's gamble.

As I lay quietly between Abby and Jeanne I considered the possibility that this could well be the end of our story, but I immediately realized that there had to be at least one more chapter. While our odyssey was nearing its end there were others who were part of our journey who's lives were still unsettled. 

I understood that our story can't end happily until everyone involved has found peace, happiness or at least resolution. That night I slept fitfully. While Jeanne and I now enjoyed contentment in our new life, I knew that people we cared about were still unsettled.

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