I'd just finished an article about tomorrow night's game when I heard Jeanne's voice. “Hey baby, why don't you put the newspaper away. It's play time.”
I looked up and quickly tossed the newspaper aside. Jeanne was leaning seductively against the door frame wearing a skin tight, strapless red knit tube dress. The dress barely contained her ample cleavage and was so short that even when she was standing the hem didn't reach mid thigh.
Starting with San Francisco there have been moments when I was completely amazed by the transformation Jeanne has made. This was one of those moments. A year ago I never could have imagined her standing in a doorway, leaning on the door frame, wearing a dress like that. My pulse was already racing. I loved the new Jeanne.
Smiling, I said, “You are absolutely stunning.”
“You like my new dress?”
“I love your new dress.”
“Do you think it's too daring?”
“I think it's the perfect dress for a slut wife.”
Giggling, Jeanne said, “Flattery will get you everywhere.” And then she walked across the room to the television. As she walked the patent leather black five inch pumps she was wearing caused her hips to sway seductively. She wasn't wearing panties. The knit of her dress was so loosely woven that I could see the outline of her gorgeous rear. I was mesmerized.
A small portable stereo was sitting on the table next to the television. I hadn't noticed it earlier. Jeanne switched it on. Nora Jones's seductive song, “Come Away With Me” started playing. Staring into my eyes while she lasciviously licked her lips and swayed her hips in time to the slow gentle rhythm of the music, Jeanne began to walk over to me.
I was now enchanted.
When she reached me Jeanne said, “I'm going to dance for you. When I'm finished dancing I'm going to suck your cock, but I'm not going to let you cum because after I suck your cock I want you to fuck me. I want it slow and gentle and loving. Will you do that for me baby? Will you give me a slow, gentle fuck?”
I answered, “Oh yes.”
“Good.” Still licking her lips and swaying her hips in time to the music, Jeanne pulled the top of her dress down exposing her large breasts. Clenching her erect nipples between the fingertips of each hand, she said, “Do you like my titties baby? Do you like to watch me twist my nipples like a dirty slut?”
“I love watching you play with your nipples like a dirty slut.”
“Take off your tee shirt and boxers. I want to see your big beautiful cock while I dance for you.”
I quickly pulled off my boxer shorts and tee shirt and tossed them aside. My cock was sticking straight up.
Still playing with her nipples and swaying her hips in time to the music, Jeanne whispered, “Play with your cock while you watch me dance, but be careful not to cum.”
I started gently stroking my erection.
Jeanne stepped forward so that she was now straddling my thighs. Still swaying her hips, she let go of her nipples and grasped the hem of her dress. Breathless with anticipation, I watched as she inched her dress up her thighs. As she slowly exposed the lips of her bare cunt she whispered, “I may let other men use my pussy, but it will always belong to you.”
“I love sharing it.”
“Do you? Do you really?”
“More than you can possibly imagine.”
“That makes me very happy.”
“May I kiss it?”
“Oh yes, slide down a little.”
I slid down so that my head and back were resting on the seat of the couch. Jeanne kneeled so that her cunt was pressed into my face. Still swaying her hips in time to the music, she masturbated herself on my nose and lips. I licked her. After a moment she stopped moving. I felt her shudder. She was having a small orgasm.
She remained motionless for several seconds. Finally she raised herself off of my nose and lips and smiled down at me. My face was glistening with her moisture. Smiling back, I said, I love kissing you.”
Jeanne laughed. “I love getting kissed by you. Now it's time for me to do a little kissing.”
“Not quite yet.”
Looking at me with a puzzled expression, Jeanne said, “I don’t understand.”
I said, “You just told me that while you let other men use your pussy, it would always belong to me.”
“And that's true.”
“I told you that I enjoyed sharing it and asked if I could kiss it.”
“Yes, and your kiss was magnificent.”
“You've told me that you let other men use your ass. In fact, I'm quite sure that Jack will be using it tomorrow night.”
Suddenly apprehensive, Jeanne asked, “You told me that it's okay.”
“It is okay. It's more than okay. I find it very exciting that you let assertive men have your ass.”
“Michael, I don't understand. Do you want to fuck my ass tonight? Of course that's okay. You can have my ass anytime you want it. I've told you that.”
“Yes you have and if you remember, I tried it in San Francisco.”
“And you didn't particularly enjoy it.”
“I prefer fucking your pussy.”
“So I don't understand.”
“While I may not use it, it's still part of your sexuality and you are sharing it with other men. As your cuckold husband, I think I should kiss it just like I kissed your pussy.”
“I still don't understand.”
“It's my way of telling you that I want you to share your ass with other men. Tomorrow night I want you to let Jack have your ass.”
Jeanne answered, “Believe me, that won't be a hard sell for either Jack or me.” We both laughed.
Suddenly very excited, I said, “Jeanne this may be difficult for you to understand.”
“I'm listening.”
“Between us, I would like it to be understood that your ass is off limits to my cock. Only your assertive stud lovers should get to fuck you there.”
“Micheal, are turning into a submissive?”
“No, not at all, but there is an element of masochism in being a willing cuckold.”
“We tried denial games before with Trent. They didn't work out well.”
“That's because we told Trent. We don't have to tell Jack. This is our game.”
Slowly nodding, Jeanne said, “This could be fun.” Suddenly she smiled and said, “And it makes me feel a little better.”
“Now I don't understand.”
“Sometimes I'm afraid that you might think less of me because I enjoy being a nasty slut so much.”
“You don't have to worry about that. You're still the woman I've been in love with for almost thirty years. I just think you've found an exciting sex game that we're both enjoying.” I grinned at Jeanne. “If knowing that I have some kinky desires makes you feel more confident about your kinky desires, then that's even better.”
“Do you want me to tease you about it?”
“Honestly?”
“Yes, please.”
“You could even do a little taunting.”
“Really?”
“Yup, I've discovered I'm a perv.”
Laughing, Jeanne said, “So we're both pervs and now it's time for a little honesty from me.”
“Tell me.”
“I think I'm going to enjoy your game just as much as you enjoy mine.”
“This is going to be fun.”
Jeanne asked, “Are you ready?”
Suddenly feeling very aroused, I breathlessly answered, “Yes.”
Jeanne leaned over and whispered, “I'm so excited about my date with Jack tomorrow night. He's such a man. I'm his slut. I'll do anything for a man like him. He loves to fuck my cunt, but he really loves to fuck my tight little asshole.”
I whispered back to Jeanne. “You don't let me do that.”
“I only let assertive studs have my ass, men who know how to appreciate a slut like me.”
“I'll bet your tight little asshole makes his big cock feel wonderful.”
“It's a feeling you'll never enjoy Cucky.” Jeanne gasped. “I'm sorry Michael. I didn't mean to say that. It just slipped out as part of the game.”
“Don't worry slut, it was perfect. In fact, I think those should be our new pet names for each other.”
Jeanne laughed. “Only in private.”
“Yes, definitely only in private, but let's keep playing. I'm loving this game.”
“Me too, give me a second.” Jeanne paused for a moment and then she took a deep breath and whispered. “Men like Jack get to fuck my ass. Cuckboys like you get to lick it. Would you like to kiss and lick my asshole Cucky?”
“Very much.”
“I thought so.”
I smiled. Jeanne was playing the game perfectly. I slid back down the couch. As soon as I was settled Jeanne turned around and sat down on my face, only this time she was rubbing her rear into my nose and mouth rather than her cunt.
Jeanne moaned as I eagerly probed her asshole with my tongue. I felt her hand graze my chin and realized that she was rubbing her wet slit while I kissed and licked her ass.
In a voice raspy with excitement, Jeanne said, “That's right Cuckboy, lick my asshole and think about how much fun my boyfriend is going to have fucking me there tomorrow night.”
I wanted to talk. I wanted to tell Jeanne that she was her boyfriend's dirty, nasty ass slut and tomorrow night I was going to watch while he made her cum over and over again. Sadly I couldn't. When a woman has her ass planted on your face you can lick her or you can talk, but you can't do both. I chose to lick.
I made a good choice. Jeanne suddenly arched her back, screamed and started to shake. Immediately realizing that this wasn't another small orgasm, it was volcanic, I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her while she enjoyed the waves of pleasure that were rolling through her.
After what seemed like a minute or two, but was probably only fifteen or twenty seconds, Jeanne's orgasm began to subside. I waited with my tongue still buried in her asshole. I admit that I was enjoying my position. Finally she sighed and rolled off of me. For several more seconds she lay perfectly still and then she smiled at me and said, “That was magnificent.”
“I liked it too.”
Cuddling up to me, Jeanne said, “But Michael, it's just a game. I mean, yes I am a slut and I do give my ass to men who are assertive in bed.”
“Yes you do and I find that exciting. I love being your cuckold.”
“I know that Michael and while I love being a slut, it's important to me that you understand that you are actually more of a man than any of my stud lovers. Baby, you have taken care of me and your daughters for over twenty-five years. Even when you were angry with us you still took steps to make sure that we were financially secure. Very few men would do that.”
I shrugged.
Jeanne continued. “Michael, we are now playing some exciting sex games. It's clear that we're both enjoying them and that makes me happy, but it's important to me that you never forget that you are the rock in my life. You have always been and will always be my guide, my leader.”
“Jeanne, you may be a slut for other men, but you continue to be my rock. You have always kept me grounded and focused. We have always been a team and I don't see that changing.” I grinned at her. “But I am enjoying this game.”
“I am too.”
“I'd like to further embrace our roles.”
“Tell me what you're thinking.”
“I was wondering if when you get together with a man like Jack or Trent you might enjoy wearing a gold or silver choker with a pendant.”
“Would the pendant be engraved?”
“Of course.”
“What would it say?”
“I'm surprised that you have to ask.”
“I don't think I do, I just want to hear you say it.”
“Slut.”
“Michael, I would love that. Just thinking about it is getting me even wetter than I already am.”
“I have a request.”
“What is it?”
“When you're ready for a date with another man I'd like to put it on you.”
“Michael, that's perfect. You'll be giving me permission to be a slut for the man I'm going to be with.”
“That's right.”
“I love this idea.”
“I'll go jewelry shopping tomorrow.”
“Do you think you'll be able to find one, I mean a nice one.”
“Chokers are popular and so are pendants. It shouldn't be difficult to find a nice one, but getting it engraved right away might be a challenge.”
Jeanne giggled. “I'd love to see the jeweler's expression when you tell him that you want to have the word slut engraved on the pendant.”
“And he will know that I'm buying it for my wife.”
“How will he know that?”
“I'm going to tell him.”
“Michael, are you now getting into humiliation?”
“No, but I also don't see any reason to be ashamed of our new life style. You're not hiding the fact that you're a slut. Why should I try to hide the fact that I'm a willing cuckold.”
“Baby, this is so hot.”
“I think it is too.”
Suddenly Jeanne's smile vanished.
I asked, “What's wrong sweetheart?”
“You're getting me a perfect gift. I'd like to get you a gift too, but I can't think of anything that would be appropriate. Would you like a bracelet engraved with the word, cuckold?”
Shaking my head, I said, “I've never been much of a jewelry man.”
“I know, but that's all I can think of.”
“There is something. You might have a little trouble understanding it, but I think it would be very appropriate.”
“Tell me, what is it?”
I took a deep breath and said, “A chastity cage.”
“A chastity cage? Michael, a month ago you told me that you would never wear a chastity cage.”
“Since then I've met some practicing cuckolds. I've learned a lot about being a cuckold.”
“Are you sure that you're not turning into a submissive? It's okay if you are, we just have to change the rules of the game and I'm going to have revise my thinking about all of this.”
Smiling, I said, “No, I'm not turning into a submissive, but it does seem like a natural element of our new game.”
“You're going to need to explain that.”
“Okay, first of all when men cum they temporarily lose their excitement. I really don't want to lose control and masturbate while Jack is here tomorrow night. For the evening to be a success for me I have to maintain a sexual edge. Jeanne, while both of us are enjoying our new roles we're both also still a little anxious about them.”
“Yes we are.”
“A chastity cage helps a man maintain his lust.”
“I hadn't considered that. I just thought they were simply a form of bondage.”
“They can be a form of bondage, but they can also serve other purposes.”
“Tell me.”
“The one I just mentioned.”
“You mean they keep a man from losing his eagerness.”
“Yes and I also believe they're a symbol.”
“A symbol?”
“When a husband voluntarily allows his wife to lock his penis in a chastity cage he is symbolically giving her permission to cuckold him.”
“I'd never looked at it like that.”
“Tomorrow night, just before Jack arrives wouldn't it be fun if I fastened your slut choker around your neck and you locked my penis in a chastity cage.”
“When you fasten the necklace around my neck you'd be giving me permission to be Jack's slut for the evening.”
“And when you lock my cock into the chastity cage I'll be surrendering my sexuality for the duration of Jack's visit.”
“Do you want to do that?”
“If I don't will I be getting laid?”
“No, of course not.”
“So all I'm really surrendering is my freedom to masturbate, which is something I definitely don't want to do.”
“Won't it be humiliating?”
“Are you planning to tell Jack?”
“Definitely not.”
“So you and I will be the only ones who know.”
“Michael, this is really kinky.”
“Jeanne, you're a married woman with two grown children. Tomorrow night you're going to be fucking your married boyfriend in front of your husband. I think we crossed into kinky territory a long time ago. Now I'm just suggesting that we do everything we can to enhance the journey.”
“And this will enhance the journey for you?”
“I think it will and I also think it will enhance the journey for you. When I allow you to lock my cock into the chastity cage I will be alleviating any guilt you might feel about being another man's slut.”
Jeanne was silent, after a moment she asked, “Michael, are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes Jeanne, I am. I've discovered that I enjoy being your cuckold. I want to be able to fully appreciate the adventure.”
“The adventure.” Jeanne smiled. “This is an adventure, isn't it.”
“Yes it is.”
“We should try to fully appreciate it. Michael, I never imagined I would say this, but tomorrow, during my lunch hour, I will go to Sex Land and buy a chastity cage for you.”
“Tomorrow night is going to be exciting.”
“I agree, but tonight is going to be exciting too. It's time for me to suck your cock.” Jeanne paused and then she added, “And I don't want to hear any nonsense about reserving that for my stud lovers. I love sucking your cock and I'm not about to stop doing it.”
“I love your blow jobs and I'm not going to ask you to stop giving them to me, but...”
“But what?”
“Tomorrow night I'll bet you're planning to deep throat Jack.”
“I am, he loves that.”
“When you do it for me, it bothers me because I think it makes you uncomfortable.”
“A little.”
“But you enjoy doing it because it makes you feel slutty.”
“It really does.”
“Let's reserve that for him.