We spent the day after Christmas shopping. I wasn't an avid shopper, but I was with my family. That made it a great day. While Jeanne and the girl's shopped Paul and I hung out together. We were becoming good friends.

The following days were spent sightseeing. Friday it was a tour of the city. We visited the Alamo, took a barge trip on the river and shopped for souvenirs at El Mercado. Saturday we drove into the hill country and had lunch in Bandera. A picturesque town on the Medina River, Bandera claims to be the cowboy capital of the world. Sunday we woke up early and drove to Corpus Christi. We spent the day walking along the Gulf of Mexico beach. Monday was another shopping day. Jeanne and the girls wanted new outfits for the Liberty Hotel's New Years Eve party.

Each evening we had dinner together at a different River Walk restaurant. After dinner Jodie, Tricia and Paul always took off on their own. Jeanne and I didn't question them about what they were doing, but we were both quite certain it involved horny airmen on passes from the air force base. While we weren't sure how Paul fit into that scenario, the kids were adults. We had to assume they were taking care of each other.

Jeanne and I spent the evenings in our suite, reconnecting. I'd never imagined that reconnecting could be so much fun.

Monday, after a late breakfast, Paul and I dropped Jeanne and the girls at a mall. Thursday's shopping trip had been more than enough for us. We were going to a nearby driving range to hit golf balls.

On the way to the driving range Paul said, "Mr. Nolan."

"Yes Paul." I'd temporarily given up on my attempt to get him to call me Michael. Tricia was adamant about him calling me Mr. Nolan and Paul clearly wanted to please Tricia.

"I don't think I'll be able to go to the New Years Eve party tomorrow night."

"Why not?"

"Ms. Jeanne, Ms. Jodie and Mistress Patricia are all getting dressed up. All I have are Khakis and knit shirts. I don't want to embarrass them."

"I'm just going to wear a blue blazer and a pair of khakis."

"I don't have a sports coat of any kind."

"Really?"

"When I quit my job so I could be Mistress Patricia's full time servant she gave my suit and sports coat to the Goodwill. She said I wouldn't need them anymore."

My ire about Tricia's callous treatment towards this likeable young man started to rise again. Realizing that it wasn't a productive reaction, I quelled it and said, "Let's go get you a sports jacket."

"I don't have any money."

"Paul, you're with me. You don't need any money."

"I don't think I'll be able to pay you back."

"You don't need to pay me back. I want you to be able to attend this New Years Eve party and I want you to feel good about yourself while you're there. That means we have to get you a jacket, a dress shirt and a tie."

"Thank you sir, I would like to go to the party."

Ninety minutes later we were walking out of a Men's Wearhouse with a white dress shirt, a tie and a sports jacket that met two key criteria. It fit Paul reasonably well so it didn't require alteration and it looked good with his khaki slacks.

Checking my watch, I saw that it was just after 1:00. Jeanne and the girls wouldn't be finished shopping for at least two more hours. Paul and I went to the driving range.

A little over two hours later my cell phone rang. Paul and I were at a Taco Cabana eating nachos and drinking Dr Pepper. It was Jeanne. "Michael we're shopped out. Could you pick us up. We'll be waiting at the same place you dropped us off."

"We'll be there in five minutes."

Jeanne, Tricia and Jodie were waiting on the sidewalk next to the mall entrance surrounded by shopping bags. I parked. Paul hopped out. While the women were getting into the Escalade, Paul loaded their bags into the back. As soon as he was finished he climbed into the back seat next to Jodie.

Paul's new sports coat was hanging from the hook above the back window. It was covered with a plastic sleeve. Tricia was sitting next to it. As we drove out of the mall parking lot, Tricia pointed at the plastic covered jacket and asked, "What's this?"

I answered her question. "Paul was concerned because he didn't have a sports coat to wear to the New Years Eve party tomorrow night. We went to a Men's Wearhouse and picked one up. It looks good on him."

In an icy voice, Tricia said, "Take it back. Paul is my servant. Servants don't go to big parties."

Turning, Jeanne looked at her oldest daughter and said, "Tricia, the day we arrived Micheal and I asked you to curtail your alternative lifestyle during this vacation. We are here as a family. We both think of Paul as part of our family. So far we've included him in all of our activities and we intend to continue doing that for the remainder of this vacation. That includes tomorrow night's party."

"But mom..."

"Tricia, this has been a wonderful vacation. I am not going to finish it as Cinderella's evil stepmother and you and Jodie are not going to be the evil stepsisters."

Clearly uncomfortable about crossing Tricia, Paul stared out the window. Tricia glared at Jeanne.

Giggling, Jodie poked Paul in his side. "You make a cute Cinderella and daddy that makes you his fairy godmother."

Jeanne smiled and said, "Jodie it's not kind to tease your father."

Chuckling, I said, "Better to be a fairy godmother than an evil stepsister or stepmother."

Still smiling, Jeanne said, "I wholeheartedly agree."

Paul was now smiling too. Tricia continued her icy stare.

When we arrived back at the hotel Jeanne said, "All that shopping wore me out. Would anyone mind if we had dinner in the hotel dining room tonight?"

Jodie said, "I'm tired too. I think that's an excellent idea."

I nodded. "It's fine with me."

Tricia continued her silent glare. Clearly fearful about incurring Tricia's wrath, Paul refrained from making any comment and helped me unload the shopping bags from the back of the Escalade.

While we were doing that Jodie grabbed Paul's new sports coat from the back window of the Escalade and said, "Paul, I've got your sports coat. I can't wait to see you wearing it." Jodie has never been intimidated by her older sister.

Paul smiled at Jodie. Rolling her eyes, Tricia stormed into the hotel.

The valet took the Escalade. I picked up Jeanne's packages. Paul picked up Jodie and Tricia's. We followed Jeanne and Jodie into the hotel. I noticed that Tricia was already stepping into an elevator. She didn't bother to hold it for us.

While we were waiting for the next elevator I asked Jodie, "What's up with your sister? Why didn't she want Paul to attend the party?"

Shaking her head, Jodie said, "I don't know dad. Ever since she got that big promotion at her job she's been getting weirder and weirder."

Paul said, "I know why she doesn't want me to go to the party."

Jeanne, Jodie and I looked at him.

"She met a guy last Friday night. His name is Steve. He's in the army. He's stationed in Dallas. They hooked up Saturday night and last night too. Tonight, after dinner, she's planning to meet him again."

Jodie said, "That's true. Paul and I both met him Friday night."

I looked at Paul. "If Tricia's been going out with this Steve guy for the past several nights, what have you been doing?"

"He's been hanging with me."

Turning to Jodie, I said, "Really?"

"Yeah dad, we're good friends. Paul's like your friend David."

"Ruth's husband?"

"Yes, mom's told me about them. I think they're pretty cool. I wish I could go to Brady's with mom, Ruth and Abby, but mom has a hangup about partying like that with Tricia and me."

"I agree. I share that same hangup."

"Actually I do too. Picking up guys with your mom would be pretty strange. Anyway, Paul likes to watch. I enjoy his company. We love going to clubs together. He hangs at the bar while I dance with different guys. If I don’t find a guy I like, we go home and hang out. He's my sister's boyfriend, so we don't do anything, but we're good friends. We like to spend time together."

"Tricia used to let me go to clubs with her so I could watch, but she won't anymore. She says I crimp her style." There was an undertone of sadness in Paul's voice.

The elevator arrived. As the doors opened, Jodie grabbed Paul's hand and pulled him into the elevator. "You can hang out with me tonight. I want to go back to The Hard Rock Cafe."

"I do too, but..." Paul hesitated. "It's kind of expensive. Guys buy you drinks. I have to buy my own."

Quietly, I took out my money clip and peeled off five twenty dollar bills. As I slipped them into Paul's hand I said, "You have a godfather."

Paul stared at me. I said, "Just have fun."

Jodie started to say something. I cut her off. "Young lady, I'm still your father. You make one fairy godmother crack and you're grounded."

Laughing, Jodie said, "I won't daddy. All I'll say is thank you."

The elevator stopped. Still holding Paul's hand, Jodie pulled him off the elevator. "Come on, let's put our packages away and get ready for dinner."

After the elevator doors closed Jeanne put her arms around me and said, "Ever since I first met you I've been madly in love with you, but I don’t think my love has ever been as intense as it is at this moment. You really are a wonderful man."

Dinner was quiet. Tricia was still in a snit. Her foul mood cast a pall on our dinner table conversation. As soon as she was finished eating Tricia stood up and excused herself. After she was gone the mood at the table lightened. That bothered me. Regardless of her negative attitude, she was my daughter.

A half hour later Jodie and Paul left. They were going to the Hard Rock Cafe. As they walked out of the restaurant they were giggling and teasing each other. Turning to Jeanne, I asked, "Do you think they'll end up together? They certainly do seem to get along well."

Shaking her head, Jeanne answered. "I think they'll always be close friends, but Jodie doesn't get off on domination. I suspect Paul will always want a woman who does."

"Trisha's certainly not treating him kindly."

"No she isn't. Michael, I'm worried about her. Right now she doesn't seem like a very nice person."

"She's not the girl we raised. I'm also worried about Paul. How much more disrespect and neglect can he tolerate? I think Tricia was serious about not wanting him to go to the New Years Eve party with us."

I wish I knew what to do."

"Me too. We still have another day. Lets see what happens tomorrow night."

"That's a good idea. Want to go up to the room?"

"We could go to a club."

"Not tonight buster. I already have the man of my dreams."

Smiling I said, "If we go up to the room what do you have in mind?"

"I was thinking we could work on our oral sex techniques."

"It never hurts to practice."

"That's what I was taught."

"Let's go."

At nine the next morning we went down to the hotel coffee shop for breakfast. Paul and Jodie were already there. Tricia was absent. Paul looked tired. I also noticed he was wearing the same shirt he'd had on at dinner the previous night. Assuming it was because we were nearing the end of our vacation and he was running out of clothes, I ignored it.

Trisha never showed for breakfast. Since neither Paul nor Jodie appeared to be concerned I assumed she was safe. I suspected she was still with her soldier. Jeanne later confirmed that suspicion. After breakfast she'd asked Jodie.

Tired from all of our sightseeing, Jeanne and I spent the day in our room reading.

At 5:30 we started getting ready. The New Years Eve party was scheduled to begin with cocktails at 7:00. We'd agreed to meet Jodie, Paul and Tricia at our reserved table at 7:30.

Jeanne and I showered together. Of course the shower stimulated both of us so after our shower we spent the next half hour orally pleasuring each other. Don't misunderstand me. Both of us still loved to fuck, but our experiences over the past several months had sharpened our mutual enjoyment of oral gratification. Interestingly, both of us had a preference for giving rather than receiving. It was an easy issue to resolve, We took turns. Jeanne was good, really good. After cuckold boot camp I was fairly adept too. We had fun.

After our playtime was over Jeanne put on her makeup while I shaved. There was a small table, chair and mirror in our suite's bedroom. The bathroom door was open. I could see Jeanne in the bathroom mirror. As I watched her apply her eyeshadow I imagined that she was doing it in preparation for a date with another man. Three months earlier that prospect would have been devastating. Today it excited me.

I quickly finished shaving, rinsed my face and stepped into the bedroom. We were both naked. Jeanne was applying mascara to her eye lashes. Leaning against the bathroom door frame, I watched. I noticed that I was erect again.

Jeanne saw me in her makeup mirror. "Aren't you supposed to be getting dressed."

"I have plenty of time. Right now I'm enjoying watching you."

Jeanne turned. My erection immediately caught her attention. "Oh my, what got into you?"

"I was imagining that you were getting ready for a date with another man."

"And that got you excited?"

"Very."

Smiling, Jeanne said, "You're attitude has certainly changed."

"I had that same thought."

Jeanne moved her free hand to her own sex. As she rubbed her cleft, she said, "Just thinking about that makes me wet. Do you want me to take care of that erection?"

"No, I'll enjoy the edge it gives me tonight. I'll be looking forward to coming back up here after midnight."

"Me too."

"Besides you've told me that giving a blow job always messes up a girl's makeup."

Giggling, Jeanne said, "It does."

"I would love to go down on you while you're finishing your makeup."

"I'd also enjoy that, but I think it might be a little too distracting. We're running out of time."

"Yes we are. Finish your makeup. I'll get dressed."

As I picked up my boxers Jeanne asked, "Would you do that for me if I really was getting ready for a date with another man? You know, go down on me while I was putting on my makeup."

I considered Jeanne's question. After a moment I answered, "Yeah I think I would. No, I know I would."

Grinning, Jeanne said, "I can't wait for you to come home."

"I'm looking forward to it too."

After she finished applying her makeup Jeanne stood up, walked over to her dresser and took out a black lace garter belt and a pair of black nylon stockings. As she fastened the garter belt to her waist, I said, "You wear stockings a lot now, don't you."

I do. They make me feel sexy. Is that alright?"

"Yes, I love seeing you in stockings."

Jeanne smiled at me and then she sat down on the edge of the bed. I picked up my trousers and shirt and put them on, but I continued watching her. As Jeanne rolled her stockings up her legs I once again imagined that she was getting ready for a date with another man, only this time it was a specific man.

I said, "Remember Jerry, the guy you met at The Goldenrod?"

"Of course I do. Why?"

"Right now I'm imagining that you're getting ready for a date with him."

"Why him?"

"Because you enjoyed him so much. Knowing that you're having fun excites me."

"Doesn't it make you jealous?"

"Not anymore."

"That's good, because it shouldn't make you jealous. Michael, I think you're ready to come home."

"Jeanne, I may be ready, but I'm not sure you're ready to have me come home."

"Of course I am."

"Think about it Jeanne. You have a new group of friends, Abby, Mark and Bobby. They're introducing you to a whole new life. If I come home right now I'll just be an impediment to that new life."

"No Michael, never."

"Jeanne, we started this. Now we have to let it play out." I walked over to the bed, pulled Jeanne to her feet and hugged her.

Jeanne said, "Michael I miss you so much."

"I miss you too Jeanne and in a month or two months or maybe six months you'll say that again and then I will know it's time for me to come home. In the meantime you have to fully experience life as a free spirited libertine. I fear that doing anything less than that could result in the eventual destruction of our marriage."

"But you're a free spirit now too. We could do this together."

"Jeanne, we're both still growing. We started at different places. Abby and Mel helped me catch up to you, but we're still not in the same place. I don't think you've figured out exactly what your new life really means for you and I'm not sure about mine either.

When we both understand that it will be time for me to come home."

"Okay."

"We can still talk on the telephone every night and we can still have vacations together. That will help."

"Yes it will."

"Finish getting dressed. It's almost time to meet the girls and Paul." I sat down on the bed and put on my socks.

Jeanne remained standing. As she was fastening her stockings to her garter belt she said, "Twice tonight you told me you were fantasizing about me getting ready for a date with another man. Do you want me to do that tonight?"

"Do you want that?"

"I don't know, this is our last night together for weeks or even months. I want to spend all of it with you, but..." Jeanne hesitated.

I said, "It's also an opportunity to experiment with our new lifestyle."

"Yes."

"This is not a decision we have to make right now. Let's see how the evening plays out."

"Okay." Jeanne stepped into her thong panties and pulled them up.

As I tied my shoes, I said, "You're wearing your panties over your garter belt."

"It's become a habit. If my panties are underneath my garter belt they become a real hindrance when I hook up with a guy."

I laughed.

Jeanne asked, "Is that okay?"

"It's not only okay, it's unbelievably exciting."

Smiling, Jeanne picked up her dress, stepped into it and pulled it up. It was tight. She tugged it into place and turned around. "Fix me."

I zipped up Jeanne's dress. As soon as it was secure she twirled around. "How do you like it?"

The dress was amazing. Made of black nylon and spandex it was skin tight, low cut and short. The bodice strained to contain Jeanne's breasts leaving her deep cleavage daringly exposed. The hem was so short it barely covered the tops of her nylon stockings.

"It's absolutely gorgeous. You're going to have to fight men off tonight."

"I wore it for you."

"I know you did and I love it. It makes you gorgeous and sexy."

"And tonight I'm all yours."

"Maybe."

Jeanne stared at me. After a moment, she said, "Do you want to share me tonight?"

I opened my shirt and took out the medallion I was wearing around my neck. It was the medallion Jeanne bought for me weeks earlier in that San Francisco sex shop. Holding it up I said, "Remember this?"

"Of course I do." Smiling, she added, "You've been wearing it all week. That hasn't escaped me."

"The inscription reads, I love it when she's naughty. That hasn't changed."

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm open to possibilities."

"This could turn out to be a very exciting evening."

"Again, let's see how it plays out."

"Yes, of course."

"That day in San Francisco I bought an ankle bracelet for you."

"I've worn it every day this week."

"Yes you have. Will you wear it tonight?"

"It will draw attention to me."

"Your dress will already draw plenty of attention."

"Yes it will. That was my intention when I bought it."

"You're a slut."

"You flatter me."

"That was my intention."

"I'll wear the bracelet if you'll fasten it to my ankle for me?"

"I would love to do that."

"It's on the dresser."

Picking up the bracelet, I glanced at the charm. It was inscribed with the initials, H.W. for hot wife. Jeanne noticed me looking at it. "I'd like another charm inscribed with the word, slut. Will you buy one for me?"

Chuckling, I said, "Of course I will."

Jeanne smiled. I kneeled at her feet. As I fastened the bracelet to Jeanne's ankle she asked, "Does this mean you want me to cuckold you tonight?"

I considered the question. After a moment I looked up at her and said, "I still say, Let's see how the evening plays out."

"And I still agree with that."

I quickly tied my necktie and put on my blue blazer. While I was doing that Jeanne checked her hair and makeup in the mirror.

Picking up her black sequined clutch purse and a white cashmere sweater, she said, "I'm ready."

"I am too."

As we walked down the hall to the elevator, Jeanne said, "Michael."

"Yes Jeanne."

"If you do want me to cuckold you tonight I want you to ask me to do it."

I looked at her with a puzzled expression.

Jeanne quickly explained. "When I first told you that I wanted to start dating other men I made some stupid assumptions. Those assumptions nearly destroyed our marriage. I want to be certain that I don't make that same mistake tonight. This has been a wonderful Christmas vacation. I don't want to do anything that might screw it up."

"Okay, I understand. If I decide it would be fun to watch you hook up with another man, I'll ask you to do it."

"Thanks." Jeanne paused. After a moment she said, "That isn't the only reason I want you to ask me to do it."

"Tell me."

"Knowing you want me to do it will make it much more exciting for me."

We both smiled.

The New Years Eve party was being held in the Liberty Hotel's Grand Ballroom. The bar opened at 7:00. Jeanne and I arrived at 7:30. Tricia, Paul and Jodie were already seated at our table. All three of them had margaritas. Jeanne joined them while I went to the bar and got a margarita for her and a brandy Manhattan for myself.

As soon as I sat down Paul leaned over and said, "Mr. Nolan, one of the bellmen told me they're seating 500 people for dinner."

Looking around, I said, "This is a big party."

Smiling, Jodie said, "There are a lot of unattached men here."

Nodding, Jeanne said, "There certainly are and many of them are very handsome."

I got the distinct impression that my wife was starting to find the idea of cuckolding me tonight quite attractive.

They began serving dinner at 8:00. It was a buffet featuring prime rib, roast turkey, poached salmon, a full salad and soup bar, a wide variety of side dishes and of course, a lavish dessert bar.

I ordered a bottle of Cabernet and a bottle of pinot grigio for the table. All five of us ate and drank heartily. After dinner I ordered a bottle of champagne to have with our dessert.

At 9:30 a dance band began playing. At the same time, a tall, handsome, physically fit man in his early thirties walked over to our table and smiled at Tricia.

Tricia said, "Mom and dad, this is my friend Steve. Steve this is my mother and father Jeanne and Michael Nolan. You've already met my sister, Jodie." Tricia ignored Paul.

I nodded my head. Jeanne nodded too. While it was an awkward situation, there wasn't any reason to be rude to this man. In fact, he'd been polite enough to wait until we'd finished dinner before he took Tricia away from us. Still, I wasn't inclined to invite him to join us, but that had more to do with my feelings about my oldest daughter's current behavior than anything this man had done.

Steve nodded back to Jeanne and me and then turning to Tricia, he asked, "Would you like to dance?"

Smiling, Tricia answered, "I thought you'd never ask." She stood up. Steve offered her his arm. She took it. They disappeared into the crowd on the dance floor.

Jeanne turned to Paul. "Paul would you like to dance?"

Paul stared at Jeanne. She was smiling at him. After a moment he grinned and said, "Yes Ms. Jeanne, I would love to dance with you." He stood up and offered Jeanne his arm. She stood up and took it.

As they were walking to the dance floor, Jodie said, "Daddy, aren't you going to ask me to dance?"

"Jodie, there are a hundred handsome young men here. Wouldn't you rather wait for one of them?"

"Daddy, this party is going to go on for several more hours. There's plenty of time to dance with other men. Right now I want to dance with you."

Understanding, I said, "I'm sorry Jodie. I would love to dance with you. I stood up and offered her my arm. She stood up and took it. We followed Jeanne and Paul to the dance floor. I danced with Jodie and then I danced with Jeanne while Jodie danced with Paul. For the next hour the four of us danced next to each other constantly switching partners. We had a wonderful time.

Trisha and Steve were on the other side of the dance floor totally absorbed in each other. They ignored us.

Finally needing a break, we returned to our table, tired and thirsty. Paul and I went to the bar for rum and cokes and ice waters. When we returned Jodie and Jeanne were whispering and laughing.

Paul and I set the drinks on the table and sat down. Smiling I observed, "The two of you are definitely having a good time."

Jeanne picked up one of the rum and cokes, took a big sip and said, "We were discussing the fact that this room is filled with handsome men."

Taking a sip of her rum and coke, Jodie said, "Daddy, I think it's time for me to start dancing with some of those men."

I nodded.

Jodie turned to Paul. "Sweetie are you going to be okay?"

"I'll be fine. Go have fun."

"Okay." Jodie turned her chair a half turn and started surveying the crowd.

A moment later a good looking man in his late twenties approached her and asked, "Would you like to dance?"

Smiling, she stood up and said, "I'd love to."

He offered Jodie his arm. She took it. He led her to the dance floor.

Paul stood up and said, "Please excuse me. I need to go to the men's room."

Jeanne and I both nodded. As soon as he was gone I asked Jeanne, "Do you see anyone who interests you?"

"Oh yes."

"Really?"

"Definitely."

I took a moment to think about what I was about to do and then taking a deep breath I leaned over and whispered, "Jeanne, I would like you to cuckold me tonight."

Staring at me, Jeanne asked, "Are you sure?"

I took another deep breath and said, "Yes, I'm positive."

Jeanne stood up and said, "I need to use the lady's room."

I nodded. She disappeared into the crowd. I waited, wondering what the hell I'd just done. I desperately wanted to take out my cell phone and call Amy and Mel. Understanding that I was finished with cuckold boot camp and now on my own, I didn't.

After a few minutes Jeanne returned. She sat down and quietly asked, "Any second thoughts?"

I was still nervous, very nervous, but I shook my head. This was something I now needed to do. Deep inside me, I knew it was something I wanted to do.

"Is that a no? Are you telling me you don't have any second thoughts? You want me to do this?"

I said, "Yes, I want you to do this."

"Okay, but you can still change your mind. All you have to do is say, Jeanne, I'm not feeling good. I'll end whatever might be happening, take you back to our room and make you feel very good."

Remembering the night Mel, Amy and I played sexual domination games, I realized that Jeanne had just given me a safe word. I don't think she actually knew what a safe word was, but her purpose and intent were the same. I felt relieved and said, "Thank you, I'll remember that, but right now, I think I'll be okay. Let's go ahead and do it."

"You're sure?"

"Sure enough."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Your obvious concern for me has already eliminated the possibility that you'll hurt me. I'm confident that you love me, that's all that matters."

"All right." Jeanne pushed a wad of balled up lace into my hand. "I won't be needing these anymore tonight. Hold them for me."

They were her panties. Laughing, I said, "I'll safeguard them for you."

"Okay. Here goes." Like Jodie earlier, Jeanne turned her chair a half turn and started surveying the crowd. After a moment she whispered, "There he is."

Following Jeanne's gaze, I picked him out immediately. He was a tall man, at least 6'2". Ruggedly handsome with a shaved head, he appeared to be in his late thirties or early forties. He wore a gray sports coat over a tight black silk tee shirt that outlined his muscular body. Most women would describe this man as a hunk. From the expression on her face, it was clear Jeanne was one of those women.

A mixture of jealousy and excitement washed over me. Remembering everything Mel and Amy taught me, I quickly squashed the jealousy and focused on the excitement. I watched Jeanne. She was brazenly staring at him. The unabashed lust in her eyes inflamed my excitement. I whispered, "He's very handsome." At the same time, realizing that the hem of her short skirt now just barely concealed her bald pussy, I reached over and slipped my hand inside her thigh.

Jeanne batted it away. "Keep your hands to yourself. For the next few hours you're a spectator, not a participant."

Hurt, I shrank back in my chair.

Jeanne whispered, "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to be so curt, but this is a delicate moment. He knows I'm sitting with another man. If he sees your hands on me he'll shy away."

Realizing that Jeanne was right, I said, "I understand, I'm sorry. I'm new at this and I'm excited."

Still staring at her man, Jeanne said, "I'm glad you're excited. I am too." She paused and then she said, "Michael, because everything came up so quickly this afternoon we didn't have a chance to discuss this, but if I can set it up would you like to watch?"

"You mean be right in the room with you and another man?"

"That's right, all you'll get to do is watch. It's important that you understand that."

"Yes, I understand that." I laughed. "It won't be a problem. I'm a voyeur. I love to watch."

"So do you want me to try to set it up?"

"Do you really think you can do it?"

"Michael, it's New Years Eve. The alcohol is flowing and everyone is feeling adventurous. Yes, I'm pretty sure I can swing it."

While I was apprehensive about Jeanne's proposal, it was also unbelievably exciting. I asked her, "Do you want me to watch?"

"Yes Michael, I would love it if you were there with me, especially tonight. It's New Years Eve. I want to share this with you."

That was all I needed to hear. Taking a deep breath, I said, "Yes, if you can make it happen, I would love to watch."

"Okay, I'll try to do it, but you have to let me handle all of this. Your job is to sit passively and observe."

"I can do that."

Throughout this entire conversation Jeanne never took her eyes off of her target. I was watching too. It was rapidly becoming apparent that he'd not only noticed Jeanne, she'd also piqued his interest.

Jeanne smiled at him and seductively licked her lips. He smiled back and began slowly moving in our direction.

"He's coming over here. Remember, let me handle this."

"I will."

"Don't forget, if at any time you decide you don't want to continue tell me you're not feeling well."

"I won't forget."

"Okay, for awhile I have to ignore you."

"I understand."

Jeanne continued smiling as the man approached her. Her smile was clearly directed at him. Deliberately ignoring me, he smiled back at Jeanne and said, "You are a truly dazzling woman. Ever since I first saw you I've been completely beguiled your beauty. I had to come over and introduce myself."

"Oh my, dazzling? Beguiling? You are a flatterer."

"It's easy to flatter a beautiful woman like you."

"You said you came over to introduce yourself, please continue."

"I'm Marv Kemp."

Nodding Jeanne said, "It's a pleasure to meet you Marv. I'm Jeanne Nolan." Without breaking eye contact with Marv, Jeanne added, "That's my husband, Michael Nolan."

Marv gave me a brief nod and immediately returned his attention to Jeanne. "Jeanne, may I ask you to dance?" I noted that he didn't ask my permission.

"Yes Marv, I'd like that very much." Turning to me, Jeanne said, "You don't mind if I dance with Marv, do you dear." It was more of a statement than a question.

I answered, "No dear, I don’t mind at all."

Jeanne smiled and then she stood up. Marv offered her his arm. As she took it, she said to me, "We'll be back later."

Marv led Jeanne to the crowded dance floor. She took his hand and placed her other arm around his shoulder. Marv placed his free hand on Jeanne's back. They started dancing. It was a traditional dance pose. As they danced Marv slowly pulled Jeanne to him. By the end of the song their bodies were pressed tightly against each other.

A new song started. Jeanne let go of Marv's hand and wrapped both of her arms around his shoulders. Marv responded by placing his free on Jeanne's waist above his other hand. As they danced he slowly slid his lower hand down to Jeanne's rear. Aware that Jeanne wasn't wearing panties, my pulse quickened.