I spent the night in a Motel Six in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Lake Charles was only three hundred miles from San Antonio, but I got a late start, it began raining while I was passing through Houston, and I was eager to talk to Jeanne and Mel and Amy. Three hundred miles was enough for that day.

I had dinner at a Chili's, a tossed salad, a small sirloin steak, a baked potato, and a twenty ounce beer. All four of the basic food groups were represented, although Jeanne would argue that red wine would have been a better choice than beer for the fourth food group. She would have also argued that I'd neglected the fifth food group, chocolate. I really did love that woman, she understood life.

After dinner I went back to my motel, poured myself a glass of Canadian whiskey and called Jeanne. Canadian Whiskey was my choice for the fifth food group. Married couples don't always have to agree.

Jeanne answered on the third ring. "Hi Michael, where are you?"

"Lake Charles, Louisiana."

"Where is that?"

"East of Houston, just over the Texas Louisiana border."

"You decided not to stay in San Antonio."

"Do you blame me?"

"Not at all, our last night there was a little traumatic."

"It was. Are you doing okay?"

Laughing, Jeanne said, "I'll probably have a few nightmares, but I'll survive. How about you?"

"About the same, how was your trip home?"

"Uneventful. Michael, I already miss you."

"I miss you too Jeanne. How's Tricia doing?"

"She's sad."

"That's good."

"I agree. I think she's already beginning to understand that she really screwed up.

"Awakenings Jeanne, right now our life seems to be inundated with them."

"It really does, doesn't it. Have you talked to Amy and Mel?"

"Not yet, I'm going to call them after I'm finished talking to you."

"I hope Paul is okay."

"So do I. He should be there by now. Why don't you call them too."

"That's a good idea, but you should call them first. I'll wait a half hour before I call."

"Okay."

Jeanne and I chatted for a few more minutes. After we ended our conversation I called Mel and Amy.

Amy answered. "Hello."

"Hi Amy, it's Michael."

There was a pause and then I heard Amy say, "Hey Mel and Paul, Michael's on the phone."

"Oh good, come on Paul, we'll all talk to him. Amy turn the speaker on." It was Mel.

"It's on."

Mel said, "Hi Michael."

"Hi Mel, I gather Paul got there."

Amy said, "We picked him up a couple of hours ago. We just finished dinner."

"Michael, he's a sweetheart. We're keeping him forever. Amy and I are both already in love with him."

I laughed.

Mel continued. "He likes to cook and he's good at it. This morning I made a lasagna. I put it in the oven before we left to pick up Paul. As soon as we got home we got him set up in the guest room and then we had cocktails on the veranda. After we finished our cocktails we went inside. Paul made the salads while I made the garlic bread."

Amy said, "After dinner he helped me clean the kitchen while we finished the bottle of zinfandel we had with dinner."

"Michael, you're right. Amy and Mel are really nice. Thank you for sending me here."

"Paul, you just called me Michael."

"Damn right he did. When we picked him up he started calling me Ms. Mel and Amy Ms. Amy. We nipped that in the bud right away. Sometimes we might do a little role playing, but we're not dominants. In this house everyone is equal."

I smiled. "Paul, I'm glad you like it there."

"I do. Tomorrow Mel and Amy are working in the cottage. They both have two dates. They're going to teach me to spot for them and on Friday I'm going with them to the club where they dance. They told me they can get me a job as a bar boy. While I'm working the bartenders will teach me to tend bar. I'm excited. It's going to be fun to work again."

Amy said, "Michael I'm glad you sent him to us. Right now this is a good place for him."

"Michael?"

"Yes Paul?"

"How are Jeanne and Jodie?"

"I just talked to Jeanne. They got home okay."

"Please say hello to them for me and thank them for being so nice to me."

"You can tell Jeanne yourself. She's going to call Mel and Amy tonight."

Mel said, "We thought she'd probably call."

There was a pause and then Paul asked, "How's Tricia?"

"Jeanne told me she's sad."

There was another pause and then Paul said, "It's funny, right now I'm as happy as I've been for a very long time, but I feel sad too."

"You and Tricia both lost your way. Now you have to find it again. I fear that may be harder for Tricia than it will be for you."

"If she's sad maybe she at least knows she lost her way. That's a start."

"Yes it is and she has Jeanne and Jodie to help her."

"I'm glad. I hope they can help her find her way again."

"I do too."

Mel said, "Micheal, on the the phone this morning you told us your New Years Eve was a little strange. We got the impression there was more than just Tricia and Paul. Was there?"

"Oh yes."

"Can you tell us about it?"

"Of course." I spent the next ten minutes telling them about our encounter with Marv Kemp.

When I was finished Amy said, "Remember your nightmare? That night we discussed the concern that Jeanne's attraction to aggressive men carried a risk."

"Yes I remember. Jeanne and I talked about that last night."

Mel asked, "Are the two of you okay? I mean with each other."

"I actually think it brought us even closer together."

"Because you stood up for her and she stood up for you."

"That's right."

"Do you want to try watching again?"

"Yes Amy, I think both of us want to try it again. Jeanne feels like its a way to share her new life with me."

"And you want to do it again because you're a voyeur. You like to watch." Giggling, Mel quickly added. "I understand because I'm a voyeur too."

Amy chimed in, "Me too."

Laughing, Paul said, "So am I. I used to love watching Tricia when she was entertaining a date."

Amy said, "Paul honey, have you ever watched two women make love?"

"No."

"Would you like to watch?"

"Could I?"

"Paul you are now living in Amy and Mel's house of sin." I was chuckling.

Mel said, "Sweetie after we're finished talking to Michael we're going to talk to Jeanne. When we're done talking to Jeanne we're going upstairs. All three of us are going go take a shower together. After our shower we're going to play. You do want to play with us, don't you."

"Really?"

Still chuckling, I said, "Yes Paul, really. Face it, you're now living with a couple of sex crazed nude dancers. It's your job to keep them happy."

"I don't know, I'm not one of Tricia's stud lovers."

Purring like a kitten, Mel said, "Baby, you're the perfect man for us."

In an equally seductive voice, Amy said, "Yes you are. We can't wait to get you upstairs."

"I think it's time for me to leave this conversation."

Mel asked, "Michael will you call us again tomorrow night?"

"Of course I will."

Mel started laughing.

I asked, "What's happening?"

Mel said, "Amy just unzipped Paul's pants. She has his cock out. She's sucking him."

"Michael, he has a beautiful cock. It's not very big, but it's really hard and it has the cutest head." Amy laughed. "Mel just took off her shorts and panties. She's standing on the couch straddling Paul. Her pussy is right in his face."

Paul yelled, "Michael." My concern for his well-being was tempered by the fact that he was giggling.

In a garbled voice, she obviously had Paul's cock in her mouth, Amy said, "Relax baby, in this house everyone gets to enjoy sex. We give and we receive equally. Now close your eyes and enjoy what I'm doing while you make Mel happy."

Still chuckling, I said, "Paul my friend, if you're not satisfied with your current situation tell me. I'll pick you up. I can be in Tucson in two days."

Mel said, "Michael, both your friend and my girlfriend are currently preoccupied. They're not able to speak, but I will check for you. Paul, if you want Mr. Nolan to come and get you, raise your hand."

There was a pause and then Mel said, "Nope, he didn't raise his hand. I believe he's quite content with the status quo."

Now laughing, I said, "Goodnight Amy, Mel and Paul" and then I ended the call.

I poured myself another glass of Canadian whiskey. As I sipped it I wondered if they'd even answer the telephone when Jeanne called them. Actually I knew they would. Amy and Mel loved Jeanne, but I suspected that one of them would be doing all the talking.

The next night I stayed in Mobile, Alabama. While it was only a little over three hundred miles from Lake Charles, I'd heard good things about Alabama golf. I was eager to play a couple of courses there.

That night I made my usual call to Jeanne. She'd gone back to work. She wasn't happy. The stodgy old attorneys who employed her were becoming increasingly disenchanted with her new persona and she was becoming increasingly less tolerant of their insistence that she moderate the way she dressed. I was quite certain that a reckoning was in the offing.

I called Amy and Mel too. They'd taught Paul to spot for them during their cottage dates. He'd also met Juan and helped him with the horses. Paul told me that he couldn't ever remember being happier. That made me happy.

It rained in Mobile for two days straight. The evening of the second day I watched the local weather. They were predicting another week of rain. The next morning I packed my bag and continued east. It was also cold, so when I reached Florida I decided to turn south.

I spent the night in a Motel 6 outside of Tampa. The next morning I continued south. I reached Fort Meyers in the early afternoon. The sun was shining and it was 72 degrees. Deciding to stop, I found an inexpensive motel. There were several golf courses nearby, a steak house and a coffee shop across the street and a Walgreen’s Drug Store at the end of the block. The Walgreen’s sold liquor and light groceries. I had everything I needed. I checked in.

It was Tuesday January 7th. Six days had passed since I'd taken Jeanne, Tricia, Jodie and Paul to the San Antonio airport. I'd continued making nightly telephone calls to both Jeanne and Mel, Amy and Paul.

Paul was flourishing in Mel and Amy's care. He was now working as a bar boy at Danny's Lounge. The bartenders were teaching him to tend bar and in a month he was hoping to be working as a full fledged bartender. Several of the young dancers were also exhibiting some interest in him. Realizing that Paul was vulnerable, Amy and Mel were keeping a close eye on those interactions.

The attorney's that employed Jeanne were continuing to grow increasingly intolerant of her flamboyant mode of dress. Apparently their wives were complaining. Jeanne was adamantly refusing to tone down her appearance. She argued that her attire was a form of self expression. I interpreted that to mean she was now an avowed slut and she enjoyed flaunting it.

She also reminded me that while we were in San Antonio I'd urged her to fully embrace and enjoy her new lifestyle. Her manner of dress was part of that new life. I was certain that Jeanne and her current employers would soon agree that it was in everyone's best interest to part company. I hoped that it would be an amiable or at least civil parting. Knowing Jeanne I feared it might not be.

During the six days since she'd returned home Jeanne had led a quiet life. I didn't blame her. The week in San Antonio had been intense. I needed a break too. She was also spending as much time as she could with Tricia. Jeanne was a good mother. Her daughter needed her.

The previous night she'd told me that tonight she was planning to go to Brady's with Abby, Ruth and David. I was happy. I was afraid the New Years Eve encounter with Marv Kemp might have made her anxious about dating. Going to Brady's with her friends was a good way to get back into her new life.

It was just after ten o'clock when Jeanne called me. I'd had a nice dinner at the steakhouse across the street and was watching a rerun of "Scandal". I was expecting her call. I was now in the eastern time zone. It was only nine o'clock at home.

"Hi Michael."

"Hi Jeanne, how was your evening at Brady's"

"It was fun."

"Did you meet anyone interesting?"

"Michael, you're incorrigible."

"What can I say, did you?"

"Yes, of course I did. His name is Jack Mahler. He sells heating and air conditioning systems."

"Tell me more about him. Is he handsome?"

There was a pause. After a moment Jeanne said, "Yes Michael, he's very handsome."

Sensing that Jeanne had enjoyed this man and was feeling a little insecure about admitting it to me, I said, "Jeanne, during the past month I've learned that I need and want to trust you. New years Eve taught me that I can feel secure about trusting you without any reservations."

"You can Micheal. You're the only man I'll ever love."

"I believe that Jeanne, so relax and tell me all about this man. You said he was handsome."

"Michael he was a total dreamboat, 6'2", long wavy dark hair, broad shoulders and a nice sense of humor."

"Maybe I should be jealous."

"You know you don't need to be jealous. You never have to be jealous. No one could ever replace you in my heart."

Laughing, I said, "Okay, so did you go out to his car?"

"Oh yes."

"And?"

"Of course I went down on him."

"Tell me more."

Jeanne laughed, "Michael, you really are a voyeur, aren't you."

"Guilty as charged and you're a slut."

"I am. I'm becoming a notorious slut."

"So slut wife, tell me more. Was he big?"

"Michael, he really was. He was at least eight inches. I realized it while we were sitting in the back booth in the bar, but when we got out to the car I opened his pants and took it out. Michael, it took my breath away."

Chuckling, I said, "You have acquired an appreciation for well endowed men, haven't you."

"Is that okay?"

"Yes Jeanne, it's okay. Tell me what happened next."

"The usual, he unbuttoned my blouse, unfastened my brassiere and played with my tits while I gave him a blow job." Jeanne paused. After a moment she said, "But Michael."

"Yes Jeanne?"

"Just before he came he handed me his handkerchief."

"He was a gentleman."

"Yes."

"That's not the kind of man you're usually attracted to."

"No, but after New Years Eve I feel like I need a break from aggressive men."

Understanding, I said, "You're lucky you ran into this man. What was his name?"

"Jack."

"That's right, Jack."

"Michael, while he was walking me back into the bar he asked me out."

"He asked for a date?"

"Yes, I'd really like to see him again. He was nice."

"So you accepted?"

"Is that all right?"

"Yes Jeanne, you need to do this."

"I'd like to do it."

"That's why you need to do it. When are you going out with him?"

"We're not actually going out. Friday night he's coming to the house for a cocktail."

"Friday night? Is he single?"

"No he's married, but his wife goes out with a group of women every Friday night."

"Does he have children?"

"One daughter, she's twenty-three and married."

"It sounds to me like it's possible you might have found a new boyfriend."

"Would that be okay?"

"Jeanne, before I can come home this is exactly what you need to do."

"Michael, I love you."

"I know that Jeanne, but right now Jack excites you, doesn't he."

"Yes Michael, he really does."

"Then I'm excited for you too."

"Thank you Michael. You're the best husband in the whole world."

Laughing, I said, "Just remember to call me after he goes home. I'll want to hear every seamy detail."

"You know I will." There was another pause and then Jeanne said, "Michael, I need to tell you about something else that happened tonight."

"Okay."

"Before we went to Brady's Abby, Ruth, David and I had dinner at Mario's Cafe."

"I'm envious. Mario's has wonderful food. What did you have?"

"The fettuccine carbonara, it was good, but Michael that's not why I brought this up."

"Okay."

"Ruth told us that she and David have decided that they're both ready for her to have a boyfriend."

"But not her old flame Nick."

"Definitely not Nick. Ruth told us that he gets possessive. She's also afraid he'll be rude to David."

"That could turn into an ugly situation."

"Yes it could."

"So what are they going to do?"

"They're hoping Ruth will meet a guy at Brady's"

"Like the guy you met tonight."

"Yes, although I don't know Jack very well. He could still turn out to be a dud."

"That's always possible. You have to be careful. Did Ruth meet anyone interesting tonight?"

"She hooked up with a guy. I haven't talked to her since we split up, but Michael, Abby had an idea."

"Okay."

"Her husband Luther has a friend. His name is Matt Haynes. He owns a flooring company. He installs the tile and carpeting in all of Luther's office buildings and retail developments."

"He must be wealthy."

"I'm certain he is. Abby told us he's married and divorced three wives. He's a younger version of Luther, a workaholic and a notorious womanizer. He has neither the time nor the temperament for a serious relationship. When he was younger he was a night club king, but now that he's getting older he lacks both the time and the stamina for that style of living. He's looking for something casual. A relationship that demands minimum commitment and responsibility."

"An affair with a married woman who has an agreeable husband would demand minimum commitment and responsibility."

"Exactly."

"How old is he?"

"Fifty-one."

"That's not so old."

"It's not, unless you're working sixty hours a week."

"Yes, I'm sure that makes it much more difficult to find the energy to go clubbing. Were Ruth and David interested?"

"Very, they'd like to meet him."

"Do you have a plan?"

"Of course we do. We're going to have a dinner party at our house next week. Abby will invite Matt and Mark and Bobby."

"Will David be invited too?"

"Not for this dinner. Abby's going to call Matt tomorrow and tell him about Ruth and David. She'll make sure he understands that both Ruth and David want David to be included in this relationship, but the first time they get together we think it will be a little less awkward if David stays at home."

"I agree. You're inviting Mark and Bobby. I get the feeling you and Abby are planning an orgy."

"Just a partial orgy. If they hit it off Ruth and Matt can use my boudoir. Abby, Mark, Bobby and I can party in the living room."

"When this party is over you have to call me.

"It might be late."

"For me that just means I'll have to play afternoon golf the next day."

Jeanne laughed. "That's the real reason you're not coming home soon. You like not working."

"I have to admit that life as a traveling vagabond does have it's appeal."

"You're incorrigible."

"Lifestyle criticism from a woman who at the age of forty-seven decided to become an avowed slut?"

"Touche, we're both incorrigible. I love you Michael Nolan."

"And I love you too Jeanne Nolan."

Jeanne and I talked for a few more minutes, mostly about Tricia and Jodie. It was almost 11:30 when we finally ended the call.

Wednesday and Thursday were uneventful. I played golf both mornings. The nearby courses were fun and inexpensive. After dinner I called Mel, Amy and Paul first. Paul was flourishing under Mel and Amy's care.

After I finished talking to Mel, Amy and Paul, I called Jeanne. She was excited about her date with Jack Mahler the following night. I was excited too. I told her I wished I could be there so I could watch while she was getting dressed. Jeanne laughed and told me she wished I could be there too.

She also told me that Abby had called Matt Haynes. He was eager to meet Ruth, and as long as they understood that David would only be involved as an observer and never as a participant, he wasn't at all put off by the prospect of including him. In fact he felt that if David really could be satisfied with that role it would make the entire situation must less complicated.

Friday morning I awoke excited, but I was also anxious. That night my wife had a date with a man she'd just met. Jack Mahler, she'd described him as handsome, exciting and a considerate lover.

While I was now an avowed voyeur and an eager cuckold, I still grappled with a lifetime of conditioning. Would Jeanne find this man more exciting than me? Would she fall in love with him? Would she be bored with me? I now trusted Jeanne implicitly. Rationally I was confident that I would always be the man who owned her heart, but doubt and insecurity still lingered. It was nearly impossible to squash them completely.

After breakfast at the coffee shop across the street from my motel, I drove to one of the nearby golf courses. It was a nice course and I was paired with two retired gentlemen who turned out to be interesting playing partners. If I hadn't been preoccupied with Jeanne and her impending date that evening it would have been a memorable day of golf.

But I was preoccupied. I had difficulty focusing my attention on the game and played poorly. When I returned to my motel I tried to read, but I still couldn't focus my attention. Excitement and anxiety had a firm hold on my mindset.

Deciding to treat myself I walked down to the Walgreens, went into the Liquor store side and purchased a six pack of Heineken beer and a liter of Chivas Regal Scotch whisky. A good bottle of beer before dinner and a couple of scotches after dinner would be nice.

Back at the motel I took a shower and drank a bottle of Heineken while I got dressed. Once I was ready I walked across the street to Jimmy's Steakhouse.

Jimmy's had a row of six small two person tables lined up along the windows that looked out on to the street in front of the restaurant. While it wasn't a scenic view, the street served as a welcome focal point for patrons dining alone.

The hostess seated me. A moment later a waitress arrived. I ordered a bottle of Heineken. She left. I stared at the cars driving by the restaurant while I thought about my wife and her new friend. I wondered if he'd already arrived at the house. I glanced at my watch. It was 7:10. Jeanne told me he was coming over at 6:30. It was an hour earlier at home. If he was punctual it would be another twenty minutes before he arrived.

The waitress returned with my beer and a basket of wrapped crackers and bread sticks. After setting the basket of crackers in the middle of the table she poured half of my bottle of beer into a glass, set it and the half empty bottle in front of me and asked if I was ready to order. I was. I ordered a tossed salad, a small sirloin and a baked potato.

As the waitress was leaving I noticed the hostess leading a middle aged woman to the next table along the window from mine. Trying to be discreet I took a sip of my beer and pretended to stare out the window while I surreptitiously watched the woman out of the corner of my eye.

Maybe a year or two older than Jeanne and me, she had shoulder length dark hair, an enchanting smile and beautiful blue eyes. While she wasn't heavy, she was a full figured woman with an ample bust, a thick waist, generous hips and gorgeous rear end. I found her very attractive. At least momentarily, she made me forget about Jeanne and her new friend.

She sat down in the chair on the opposite side of her table from where I was seated at my table. While we were at separate tables it created the feeling that we were dining together.

I continued watching her. The same waitress who was taking care of me arrived at her table. The woman ordered a vodka martini. The waitress left.

The woman leaned over and set her purse on the floor between her chair and the wall under the window. When she sat up again, she glanced at me. For a brief moment our eyes met, but she looked away immediately. Still trying to be discreet I watched. Suddenly her expression changed. She smiled, turned her gaze directly to me and said. "This is awkward, isn't it."

Chuckling, I said, "Yes it is. We're dining alone, but in a way we're dining together."

"I'm generally not this forward, but as you just pointed out, in a way we've already been seated together. Would you like to make it official and join me at my table? Dining alone is so unsatisfying."

"Yes, I'd like that very much." I picked up my glass of beer and the bottle next to it. As I walked over to her table I said, "My name is Michael Nolan."

She smiled and said,"Michael Nolan, I'm pleased to meet you. My name is Maureen Styles."

As I sat down, I said, "It's a pleasure to meet you too Maureen.

Thank you for inviting me to join you. I agree, dining alone is unsatisfying."

"So Michael, why are you dining alone? I would think a handsome man like you would be happily married and out with his wife tonight."

"I am married."

"Where's your wife?"

"At home in Minnesota."

"Do you live in the Twin Cities?"

"Yes, St. Paul."

"Are you traveling for business."

"No, I'm just traveling."

"Without your wife."

"Yes." Quickly deciding that there wasn't any good reason to guarded with this woman I said, "Over the past several months our marriage has been stressed. We're working things out, but we're currently separated. It's an informal separation, but we are deliberately living apart."

And that's why your traveling."

"Yes."

"My husband and I are having problems too. While we're not physically separated, we're certainly emotionally separated."

"Would you like to talk about it?"

"Actually, I would. Would you mind?"

"Not at all."

The waitress arrived with Maureen's martini. After she set it down Maureen ordered her dinner, a tossed salad, grilled salmon and a baked potato. When she was finished ordering I asked, "Since we're dining together could you bring our food at the same time?"

The waitress nodded. "Certainly sir, I'll tell the chef."

"Thank you."

After the waitress was gone Maureen took a sip of her martini and said, "Eric and I have been married for twenty-nine years."

"Jeanne and I have been married for twenty-seven years."

"Last October Eric announced that he had a mistress. He tried to assure me that it was a physical relationship and nothing more, but that really wasn't much solace to me."

"No, I don't imagine it was. I'm sure it was a blow to your self esteem."

"A huge blow. The man I'd loved and trusted for most of my life was suddenly attracted to someone else. I fell into a depression that lasted for over two months. The holidays shook me out of it. I really can't explain why. I would have thought they'd make me even more depressed, but they didn't. I think spending time with my two children helped. It made me realize that I still have family."

"How old are your children?"

"My son Matt is Twenty-five. My daughter, Nicole is twenty-three."

"I have two daughters. Tricia is twenty-four. Jodie is the same age as Nicole, twenty-three.

Nodding, Maureen said, "Okay, now I've told you the problem I'm having with Eric. Why are you and Jeanne separated?"

"Informally separated."

"Okay, why are you informally separated?"

I smiled. "We've been weathering a problem remarkably similar to yours."

"Really?"

"Yes, last August Jeanne announced that she was planning to start dating other men."

"No warning, no preparation, out of the blue?"

"That's right."

"That's what Eric did to me too. I think that makes it harder."

"In their defense, I'm not sure how you prepare someone for an announcement like that."

"You have a point. Since you're now informally separated I gather that Jeanne carried out her plan."

"She did. Would you like to hear the full story?"

"Very much."

"All right. It's going to take some time."

Smiling, Maureen said, "I have all evening. My husband is having dinner with his girlfriend."

"And my wife is entertaining a man she just met."

I told Maureen my story. I started at the beginning and tried to tell her everything. I didn't see any reason to hold anything back. Our salads arrived and then our dinner. I talked while we ate. Maureen listened intently. Occasionally she asked a question. She was very interested in my conversation with Jennifer Rawlins that night many weeks ago in the Cosmopolitan Lounge.

She was also very interested in Jeanne's transition from a middle aged conservative married woman to an avowed slut.

When I was finished Maureen stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Michael that's a hell of a story."

I nodded.

She said, "You really spent that last six weeks living with two hookers in Arizona?"

"I did."

"And now your oldest daughter's fiancee is living with them?"

"That's right."

"And your wife really does give blow jobs to guys in a parking lot behind a bar?"

"She does and she dresses like a slut and she's having a wonderful time."

"Are you really okay with that?"

"It's taken some time and a lot of help from my two friends in Arizona, but yes, now I'm okay with it."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disparage Amy and Mel. I shouldn't have called them hookers. It's just that I've never met anyone who had two close friends who were prostitutes."

"It's okay, they sometimes use the term too."

Maureen smiled and then she said, "Michael, I want to believe you, I really do. I think many of us have secret fantasies, illicit fantasies. We dream about them, we even masturbate to them, but we never dare to act on them."

I nodded.

Maureen continued, "Your wife acted on her fantasies. At first you were upset, but you're now allowing her to do it."

"Your husband acted on his fantasies too."

"Yes he did, but he did it without any regard for my feelings."

"At the beginning Jeanne didn't have much regard for my feelings either."

"But she figured it out. She flew to San Francisco. Right now, when we're at home together, Eric barely acknowledges my presence."

"He hasn't figured it out yet."

"I don't think he ever will. He has his little chippy."

"It might help if you give him a nudge."

"What are you suggesting?"

"A few minutes ago you told me that you had secret desires, illicit desires."

"Yes I did. I think most people have them."

"I think Eric has given you carte blanche to act on them."

Maureen stared at me. After a moment she said, "Are you suggesting that I start acting like a slut?"

"Does that appeal to you?"

"Of course it does, but...Oh my god! What would people think?"

"Jeanne's answer to that question would be, who cares?"

"You're serious."

"Yes I am."

"But how? I mean even if I wanted to do that I wouldn't know where to begin."

I shrugged. "You just have to start."

"Michael, do you really believe there are men who would want me?"

"Maureen, you're a beautiful woman. If you start sending the right signals I'm certain you'll find out that lots of men want you."

Maureen and I stared at each other. After a moment she asked, "Michael, do you want me?"

I smiled.

Maureen quickly said, "Oh god, please don't say no. I don't think I could bear anymore rejection."

"Maureen, you really are a beautiful woman. Only a fool would reject you. I would love to take you to my bed tonight."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"I'll have to leave by eleven. I want to get home before Eric gets home."

"Why?"

"I don't know, I just do."

"You can leave any time you want to leave."

"Do you really want to do this?"

"Yes I do."

"Oh my god!"

"Maureen, do you like Scotch?"

"Yes I do, why?"

"I have a bottle of Chivas Regal in my motel room. Would you like to have an after dinner drink with me?"

"Yes Michael, I'd like that very much." Maureen was smiling.

I summoned our waitress and paid our bill. As we were walking out of Jimmy's Steakhouse Maureen said, "Michael, asking this is a little embarrassing, but I feel like I have to do it."

"Go ahead."

"Do you ummm..Do you have any, you know...condoms?"

"I don't, but I agree, we need them, or at least I hope we're going to need them. Let's walk down to Walgreen's."

"Thank you Michael."

After purchasing a three pack of condoms in Walgreen's pharmacy we went into the liquor side of the store and bought a bottle of Maureen's favorite after dinner drink, Bailey's Irish cream.

Inside my motel room I poured a glass of Bailey's for Maureen and a glass of Scotch for myself. We clinked glasses, said, "Cheers.", took a sip of our drinks and smiled at each other awkwardly.

Finally I said, "I'm really not very good at this."

"Didn't you just finish six weeks as the protege of two ladies of the evening?"

"I did, but they usually took the lead in everything we did."

"So now the hapless accountant is on his own."

I nodded sheepishly. We both laughed.

Maureen set her glass of Bailey's down on the bedside table, turned around and said, "Unzip my dress."

My pulse suddenly racing, I set my scotch on the table next to Maureen's glass of Baileys. After fumbling with the clasp for a moment, I managed to unzip her dress. She hung it in the closet and turned to face me. She was wearing a black brassiere, a pair of black lace full bikini panties and thigh high black stockings.

"You're beautiful."

"Thank you kind sir, it's been a long time since anyone has told me that."

"I love your lingerie. It's very sexy."

"Lately I've felt so old and ugly. Expensive lingerie makes me feel a little better about myself."

I took Maureen in my arms and whispered, "You're not old and ugly, you're beautiful." And then I kissed her. She kissed me back. It was a kiss laden with desperate need.

My earlier awkwardness now vanquished by my excitement, I pulled Maureen down onto the bed and unfastened her brassiere. At the same time she unbuckled my belt and opened my trousers. I kicked off my shoes while Maureen tugged my pants down to my ankles and then I sat up, pulled my pants off and tossed them onto the desk.

As I was taking off my socks, Maureen laughed. "Thank you, Eric used to leave his socks on. It always made me feel like we were actors in a low budget porn movie."

"Low budget porn movies can be fun."

Giggling, Maureen said, "Yes they can. Especially when the actors just met. Michael, I feel so wicked right now."

"Jeanne says it's fun to be wicked."

"I have to admit that I think I agree with her."

"Lie back."

"What are you going to do?"

"Make you feel really wicked. Relax, remember, I just completed six weeks as the protege of two ladies of the evening."

Still giggling, Maureen lay back on the bed. I removed my boxer shorts and shirt and kissed her lips. She kissed me back. I moved lower. She cooed with pleasure as I nibbled and suckled on her large breasts, but I only did it for a moment. I had another objective in mind. I moved still lower. As I tongued her navel I slipped my hand into the lace waistband of her panties and found her bald mound.

I whispered, "You're shaved."

"I started doing it two weeks ago. It made me feel sexier. Is it okay?"

"I love it. I think it's very sexy." My fingers found her slit. She was wet, slippery wet. I massaged her for a moment and then I pushed her panties down her stocking covered legs.

As soon as I pulled them off, Maureen sat up and said, "I want to touch you."

I moved back up the bed so I was lying next to her. I felt Maureen's touch. Her fingers caressed my erection. As she explored me, my fingers returned to her pussy. She opened her legs for me. I massaged her while she fondled my cock and balls.

Our mutual arousal was growing. I kissed Maureen and whispered, "It's time to get wicked."

As moved back down the bed she asked, "Michael, what are you going to do?"

Without answering I positioned myself between her legs. Maureen was silent, tense. I laid my arms along her hips and gently held her while I leaned forward and kissed her glistening cleft.

Her breath caught. "Michael..."

I kissed her again, only this time I held the kiss. I closed my eyes and made out with Maureen's cunt. She gasped, "Michael, no one has ever done this to me. It feels." She paused for a moment and then she said, "It feels wonderful!"

I extended my tongue and licked her. Maureen squealed, "Oh my god!"

Looking up at Maureen, I asked, "Are you serious? No one has ever done this to you before?"

"Eric thinks its nasty. He won't even discuss it."

"Do you think it's nasty?"

Giggling, Maureen exclaimed, "Yes! It's wonderfully nasty. It's magnificently nasty."

"Close your eyes and lie back. Nasty is fun"

"Yes it is. You're fun. Being nasty with you is fun."

I kissed Maureen and then I licked her. After I licked her I kissed her again. She was wet, slippery wet. My face was coated with her moisture. I reveled in it. Jeanne, Mel and Amy had taught me that giving head was a special pleasure, a pleasure to be savored.

I found Maureen's engorged clitoris and flicked it with my tongue. She shuddered with pleasure. I flicked it again. She squealed with delight. I kissed her clit and then I sucked it into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue. At the same time I slipped first one finger and then two into her slick opening and began slowly finger fucking her.

I felt Maureen tense. She whispered, "Michael, this is so nasty. I love it! I love being nasty!"

I continued sucking and licking Maureen's clit while I fucked her with my fingers. She responded by gyrating her hips and pressing her cunt into my face. I glanced up at her. She was ruthlessly pulling and twisting her nipples.

I felt Maureen's muscles tighten. It knew it was a harbinger of the building storm inside her. I kept sucking and licking her clit while I pumped my fingers in and out of her cunt. Now lost in a frenzy of lust, Maureen viciously twisted and pulled on her nipples. Suddenly her entire body went rigid and then she screamed and started to shake. I pulled back and watched as the waves of pleasure pulsed through her loins.

Gradually Maureen's orgasm subsided. For several minutes she lay still while she regained her composure. Finally she smiled at me and said, "That was amazing."

"I enjoyed it too."

"Really? You liked doing that?"

"Yes, I did. I think giving head is even more fun than receiving it. Jeanne, Amy and Mel all agree with me."

"They do?"

"Yes."

Shaking her head, Maureen said, "I already told you that Eric won't even consider doing it, and while I used to go down on him, it was always something I did for him. I never really enjoyed it."

"When Mel was helping me understand why Jeanne enjoyed going to Brady's so much we played a game."

"They love to play sex games, don't they."

"Oh yes, anyway Mel and I played a game. She went down on my and then I went down on her, but the objective wasn't to give pleasure, it was to enjoy what we were doing."

"I don't understand."

"Maureen, your pussy is a shrine, a sacred place. It's mesmerizing, exhilarating, intoxicating."

Laughing, Maureen said, "That might be a little overly dramatic."

"Not to me, I love cunts. I love looking at them, kissing them, licking them, and tasting them. I love burying my face in them. I relish the feel of your cum on my lips and nose."

"My cum? Men have cum."

"Women do too."

"I've never heard anyone say it quite like that, but I have to admit that I like it."

"Jeanne feels the same way about cocks. That's why she enjoys Brady's so much. When she's in a car with a guy she barely knows she doesn't have to worry about his pleasure. She's free to suck, kiss, lick and play with his cock for her own gratification. Of course the guy enjoys it too. All men love having their cocks sucked, kissed, licked and fondled, so both of them are happy."

"Your wife really does that? Give blow jobs to men she just met."

"Yes she does."

"Doesn't she find it demeaning?"

"Why should she?"

"They're using her."

"She's using them as much as they're using her. As far as Jeanne is concerned she's just borrowing a guy's cock for a little while. The fact that he enjoys what she's doing while she's playing with him is just a bonus."

"And that doesn't bother you."

"It did at first, but now I understand. Sex can be an expression of love, but it doesn't have to be. I like you Maureen. We're definitely having fun tonight, but we're not in love. Jeanne is and always will be the love of my life."

Staring at me, Maureen said, "Micheal, sex with you is so different than sex was with Eric."

"You loved Eric."

"No, that's not what I'm talking about. Yes, I loved Eric. In many ways I still do." Maureen shook her head. "I suppose I always will. He was the love of my life, but he's always been so damned judgmental and rigid. Michael, you went down on me tonight. I didn't ask you to do it. You just did it. Now you're telling me that you actually enjoyed doing it."

"I did."

"In the twenty-nine years we've been married Eric has never gone down on me, not one time. I can't tell you how many times I've sucked his cock, but he's never gone down on me. I sucked his cock because I wanted to make him happy, but that was the only reason I did it. It was a chore. I never enjoyed it. Now you're telling me that your wife gives blow jobs to men she meets in bars because she enjoys doing it. Even more amazing, you're telling me that you don't mind."

"I don't, not anymore. I now understand that it has nothing to do with her love for me."

Maureen stared at me. After a moment she asked, "Michael, could I try it with you? You know, go down on you for fun."

"Are you asking me if you could borrow my cock for a little while?"

Giggling, Maureen said, "May I?"

"Of course." Chuckling, I lay back on the pillows, my erect penis was sticking straight up.

Maureen moved down the bed and positioned herself so that she was lying on her side next to my hips. She stared at my erection. Reaching out, she touched it, but then she looked up at me. She was making sure she had my approval.

I nodded.

Her gaze returned to my cock. Holding it with both of her hands, she studied it. After a moment Maureen said, "This is only the fifth cock I've ever seen in my entire life, my boyfriend's during the summer after I graduated from high school, two guys I dated while I was in college, Eric's and now yours. This is the first time I've ever really had a chance to look at one of them. You're right, they are fascinating."

I smiled.

Maureen studied my cock and my balls. She fondled me, kissed me and licked me. I'm really not sure how long she played with me, it might have been ten minutes, it might have been a half hour. I didn't care, I enjoyed every minute of her exploration.

Finally she asked, "I want to watch you cum. Can I do that?"

"Of course."

Leaning over, Maureen slipped my cock into her mouth and sucked me. She wasn't as adept as Jeanne, Amy or Mel, but it was still a blow job. All blow jobs are wonderful. While she sucked me, Maureen paid close attention to my level of arousal. When she sensed my excitement mounting she took my cock out of her mouth and began giving me a vigorous hand job.

As Maureen pumped my cock, I felt the combined sensations of pleasure and pressure building in my loins. Realizing that my orgasm was imminent, I held my breath. There was a second of electrifying anticipation and then the first spurt of semen erupted from my erection.

Maureen continued pumping me. Two more spurts followed, both weaker than the first and then a fourth spurt that was little more than a copious ooze.

Giggling like a school girl, her fist covered with my semen, Maureen stopped pumping me, but continued holding my softening penis.

I looked at her and smiled.

She said, "Oh my god, that was amazing. I feel absolutely shameless."

"Why shameless?"

"I watched you cum."

"Okay."

"It was so...." Maureen hesitated and then she said, "Brazen."

"Brazen?"

"Yes, brazen, like a hussy."

"A hussy?"

"Don't make fun of me."

"I'm not making fun of you. I'm just trying to understand."

"Micheal, this isn't me."

"Did I entice you to do something you didn't want to do?"

"No that's the problem. I did want to do it. I loved doing it. Right now I feel exhilarated, free."

"Good."

"But this isn't who I am. Michael, I actually watched you cum. I won't even let Eric leave a light on when we make love." Maureen laughed. "Or used to make love."

"I'm sorry Maureen. I didn't mean to persuade you to do something you didn't want to do."

"Michael, that's the point. You didn't persuade me to do something I didn't want to do. This is my secret fantasy. It's been my secret fantasy for years. I want to do things like this."

"Watching while you jack a guy off?"

"Please don't make fun of me. This is difficult."

"I'm sorry. I'm a thick headed accountant. Help me understand what you're telling me."

"You're so free and open about sex."

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

"I'm an accountant."

"An accountant who spent the last six weeks living with two ladies of the evening. An accountant who lets his wife date other men."

"I didn't at first. Remember, I left Jeanne."

"You didn't divorce her. You went away to give both you and Jeanne time to figure out what was happening with your lives."

"It seemed like the only reasonable response to what was happening."

"And that's what makes you special. Michael, I want..." Maureen shook her head. "I can't believe I'm saying this."

"Go ahead, I won't judge you."

"I know that. That's what this is all about. Michael, I want to be like you, Jeanne, Amy and Mel."

"I don't understand."

"Damn it Michael! I want you to teach me how to be a slut."

"You mean how to dress and act?"

"No, that's the easy part. I want you to teach me how to give a blow job to a man I just met without feeling guilty about it afterward."

"Oh."

"Will you do it?"

"I don't know. I mean, I'm not really sure how I could do that."

"Earlier tonight, while we were eating dinner, you told me that Mel and Amy referred to your time with them as cuckold boot camp."

"Yes."

"What did that mean? What did they teach you?"

"At first they taught me to recognize and accept the fact that Jeanne's new lifestyle excited me and then they helped me understand that there wasn't any reason for me to be ashamed about those feelings."

"They taught you to stop being ashamed about being a cuckold."

"That's exactly what they did."

"Michael, I want you to put me through slut boot camp. I want you to teach me how to be a shameless hussy. Will you do that for me?"

Maureen and I stared at each other. After a moment I said, "Really?"

"Yes."

"I'll try."

"Thank you." Maureen smiled. "Michael, you're getting hard again. Would you like to use one of those condemns we bought at Walgreen's?"

"You just met me. What kind of a woman are you?"

Laughing, Maureen reached over, picked up the three pack of condoms, took one out and tore the wrapper open. As she was rolling it onto my now fully erect cock, she said, "I'm an uptight married woman who would love to learn how to let go of her inhibitions and become a wanton slut."

Grinning, I said, "Wanna fuck?"

She giggled. "Are you always this smooth?"

"Oh yes, I'm an accountant."

Still giggling, Maureen straddled me. As she guided my cock into her cunt, she said, "I want to start out on top."

"Sluts love trying different positions."

"And I want to try them all. Eric has always been strictly missionary."

"A fun position, but there are others."

We tried as many of them as we could imagine. It wasn't serious sex. We were too busy giggling, but it was fun sex. We finished with the missionary position. When I finally came Maureen had her legs wrapped around my hips while I madly pumped my cock in and out of her cunt. We were still giggling.

Afterward, we lay together for a few minutes and then Maureen stood up. As she got dressed she said, "Michael, it's been years since sex was that much fun."

"I enjoyed it too."

"Can I see you again?"

"Of course, I'm now your slut boot camp instructor."

"I don't mean to be forward, but I'm too old to be coy. When can I see you?"

"I'm free tomorrow night. Would you like to meet me at Jimmy's for dinner?"

"Definitely. After dinner can we come back here?"

"At least for a little while, this is going to be your slut boot camp training center."

Maureen smiled and then she asked, "Are you going to tell Jeanne about me?"

"Yes, we're both committed to total honesty. Are you going to tell Eric about me?"

"Damn right I am."

"Maureen, am I revenge sex?"

"Of course, but you're also much more than that. Michael Nolan, you are a living, breathing sex fantasy."

"I'm a middle aged accountant with thinning hair and a paunch."

"Honey, you are the first really uninhibited man I've ever met. At my age that's much more important than a full head of hair and washboard abs."