The next morning, after breakfast, Abby went home. That evening her husband needed her for an important business dinner. It wasn't a hardship. Abby loved Luther and Luther loved Abby. In their own way they cared for each other and they always supported each other.
Saturday night Rhonda, the woman I met at Morton's Cafe and her husband, Robbie came over for dinner and a little excitement. After dinner we moved into the living room for the excitement. That night Jeanne was supposed to be the cuckold and I was supposed to be the “hot husband”.
That didn't last long. Jeanne is not a voyeur. She prefers active participation. Jeanne and Rhonda's husband Robbie were sitting in the chairs occupied by David and me the previous evening. They were watching Rhonda and me make out on the couch. As I was unbuttoning Rhonda's blouse, Jeanne slipped over to Robbie's chair and sat on his lap. Still watching Rhonda and me she started rubbing Robbie's crotch. Robbie didn't object.
After a moment Jeanne looked at Rhonda and me and said. “Excuse me.”
I had Rhonda's blouse unbuttoned and I was unclasping her brassier. We stopped and looked at Jeanne.
She asked, “Rhonda would you mind if I unzipped your husband's trousers and took out his cock. It's nice and hard and it feels like it wants to come out and play.”
Rhonda burst out laughing. I started chuckling. So did Robbie. After a moment Rhonda said, “I'm certain Robbie's cock would love to come out and play and Jeanne he's been staring at your tits since we got here. I think he'd love to open your blouse and take off your bra.”
Robbie was grinning sheepishly.
Jeanne french kissed Robbie's ear and whispered, “Would you like that baby? Do you want to play with my tits while we watch my husband fuck your wife?”
Robbie's breath caught.
Still chuckling, Rhonda said, “I think you can take that as a big yes. My sweetie is definitely a breast man.”
Jeanne giggled. “Mine too.” She quickly removed her blouse and bra and then she unzipped Robbie's pants and took out his erect cock.
At the same time, Rhonda slipped out of her blouse, shook off her brassiere and said, “Baby, the four of us are going to have so much fun tonight.”
She started unbuckling my belt. As Rhonda opened my trousers and took out my cock I watched my wife slide off of Robbie's lap, kneel between his legs and take his erection into her mouth.
Rhonda whispered, “Your wife loves to suck cocks, doesn't she.”
I nodded.
“So do I.” She bent over, kissed the head of my engorged penis and slipped it into her mouth.
It turned into a memorable evening.
Afterward, as we were relaxing, Jeanne told Rhonda and Robbie about our Friday night group. They were both excited by the concept and eagerly accepted Jeanne's invitation to join us on the following Friday.
Monday morning I returned to work. My extended vacation had come to an end. By lunch time I'd confirmed what I had already suspected. Ruth, Jason and Bernie Kyle were doing an outstanding job running the firm. After lunch we had a team meeting. I decided that I would take over several key accounts and leave everything else to Ruth, Jason and Bernie. Bernie was relieved to hear that he still had a job. Apparently he'd spent the weekend worrying. I felt bad about that. I assured him that his job was secure both for the short term and for the long term.
One of the accounts I was taking over was of course the Montgomery's. Charles and Edith Montgomery were close friends. I felt that I had a personal obligation to take care of their financial affairs. After our team meeting I called them. They were elated to hear that I was back and living with Jeanne. They were also pleased to learn that I would once again be overseeing their financial affairs.
Wednesday evening Jeanne's current boyfriend, Jack Mahler came over to watch another hockey game and fuck Jeanne. During the time since their previous hockey date they'd talked several times on the telephone. Jack was now much more relaxed about my presence.
Jeanne wore her usual hockey night outfit, a Minnesota Wild game jersey and nothing else. Jack and I agreed that Jeanne made it a very sexy outfit. We also agreed that it was even sexier when she took it off.
I can't explain it, but seeing my wife walking around naked in front of another man is extraordinarily exciting for me.
Feeling secure that I was comfortable with my role as Jeanne's cuckold husband Jack was even more demanding as a sex partner. It was apparent that he enjoyed treating my wife like a slut and it was even more apparent that Jeanne relished this treatment.
Jeanne spent the entire first period of the hockey game on her knees sucking Jack's cock, kissing his balls and licking his asshole while he relaxed and watched the game. At times Jack even casually engaged me in conversation while Jeanne was pleasuring him.
Knowing that my cock was securely locked in a chastity cage while Jack was so coolly receiving pleasure from my wife made the situation even more arousing for me.
When Jack finally orgasmed he spurted all over Jeanne's breasts making a gooey mess. As soon as he was finished cumming I stood up and said, “Jeanne, I'll get you a towel.”
Jeanne looked at me with a puzzled expression. I smiled at her. Understanding that this was a new wrinkle to my personal fantasy, she smiled back at me and answered, “Thank you dear, that would be nice.”
Excited, I went to the linen closet, took out a fresh towel and hurried back to the living room. Jeanne was cuddled up on the couch next to Jack. Both of them were still completely naked. Streaks of Jack's fresh semen decorated my wife's large breasts.
I handed the towel to Jeanne. As she took it she casually said, “Thank you Michael.” After cleaning Jack's cum off of her breasts she handed the towel back to me and said, “Why don't you keep this by your chair. I'm sure I'm going to need it again.”
I took the towel and returned to my chair. As soon as I was seated Jeanne turned to Jack, wrapped her fingers around his still flaccid cock and said, “Let's see if we can get this big boy to stand up again.”
Jack said, “Baby, that's all it will take.” He looked at me and added, “Michael, your wife has magic fingers.”
Jeanne said, “Jack, remember rule number one.”
“Hey, I wasn't trying to taunt Michael. I just told him that I think you have magic fingers.”
I said, “Jeanne, it's okay. I didn't interpret it as a taunt.”
“Baby, are you sure?”
“Yes, I'm sure and I agree with him. I too think you have magic fingers. I also think you have magic lips and a magic pussy and I'm hoping that Jack is going to enjoy everything you have to offer.”
Jack said, “Michael my friend, I'm hoping that too.”
Jeanne smiled at me and then she turned back to Jack and asked, “Wanna try my magic pussy? It looks like your big boy is ready again.” Jack's cock was now standing straight up. Jeanne really did have magic fingers.
Jack said, “I'm not only ready, I'm eager.”
I watched as my wife kissed her boyfriend hard on the lips and then she turned to me and asked, “Michael, would you be a dear and get me a magnum condom from the bowl on the bedside table in my boudoir.” Jeanne stressed the word magnum. She'd also correctly interpreted my earlier motivation for getting a towel for her so she could clean Jack's semen off of her breasts. I not only wanted Jeanne to cuckold me, I was eager to participate in my cuckolding.
I stood up and said, “Of course.”
My entire body teemed with erotic excitement as I walked quickly to my wife's private boudoir, picked out a magnum condom from the bowl on her bedside table and hurried back to the living room. When I returned Jack was standing, bent over with his hands resting on the back of the couch. Jeanne was on her knees behind him. Her hands were spreading his cheeks as she ardently tongued his asshole.
I smiled. It was obvious that my wife loved to be a slut for a dominant man and I had to admit that I loved it too. I quietly set the condom on the table next to the couch and said, “Jeanne honey, when you're ready for it the condom is on the table.”
Jeanne stopped licking Jack's ass and looked up at me. My arousal must have been apparent to her because she lasciviously licked her lips and said, “Be a dear and open it for me.”
I answered, “As you wish.”
After staring at me for a moment, Jeanne said, “Farm boy, fetch me that pitcher.”
We both burst out laughing. “The Princess Bride” was one of our favorite movies and we'd just reenacted one of our favorite scenes.
During this interchange Jack remained silent. While he was an alpha, sexually dominant male, it was apparent that my wife had him well trained. That wasn't hard to understand. Jeanne was a beautiful woman who enjoyed engaging in a variety of sexual acts that most men never had an opportunity to experience. In the world of the carrot and the stick my wife wielded an enormous carrot.
Jeanne winked at me and then she gave Jack's asshole another kiss, slapped his butt and said, “Stand up and turn around stud man. I'm ready for a good fucking.”
“And I'm just the man for the job.” Jack turned around. He clearly was the man for the job. His huge cock was sticking straight out. His massive balls, bull balls, hung loosely in their sack underneath his jutting member.
Jeanne wrapped the fingers of her left hand around his impressive erection and gently caressed his bull balls with her right hand. “I love your cock and balls.” She looked at me. “Michael, I'm obsessed with big cocks and large balls. It's one of the reasons I've become such a slut.”
I answered, “I know that. I love how excited you get when you play with a huge cock.”
“Do you? Do you really?”
“Yes, very much.”
“That makes me so happy. Are you ready to watch Jack fuck me with his big cock.”
“Definitely.”
I looked at Jack. He was smiling at me, but to his credit it wasn't a sneer. He simply said, “I'm definitely ready too.”
“This is so much fun.” Giggling like a school girl, Jeanne picked up the condom and removed it from its wrapper. As she rolled it onto Jack's cock I noticed how adept she'd become at performing this simple task. I smiled. It was obvious that she'd had lots of practice.
As soon as Jack's erection was fully encased in its latex rain coat Jeanne lay down on her back. She spread her legs, grabbed Jack's wrist and pulled him down on top of her.
As Jack mounted my wife, he said, “Oh yeah, this is my favorite part.”
Jeanne looked at me and said, “My big hunk loves to fuck.”
I suppose I should have been jealous, but I wasn't. My wife loves to fuck. She has a male friend who loves to fuck and is physically well equipped for the task. During the past six months I'd learned that loving to fuck and fucking to love are not the same thing. For Jeanne, the new Jeanne, fucking was not an expression of love, it was an avocation, a recreational pursuit.
I watched Jack pump his huge erection in and out of my wife's cunt. The previous week I'd observed that he wasn't a dancer, but that didn't seem to matter to Jeanne. While he didn't fuck with graceful rhythm, he employed long, slow, forceful thrusts that she clearly enjoyed. Jeanne wrapped her legs around Jack's thighs and met each of his powerful thrusts with a counter thrust of her own. I was watching a performance worthy of an established porn star.
I was glad that I was wearing the chastity cage. Without it the desire to take out my cock and masturbate would have been irresistible. Doing that might have been momentarily satisfying, but I was certain that the post orgasmic let down would have destroyed the mood of the evening for me.
Jack had amazing control. He fucked my wife for over twenty-five minutes. She had two colossal orgasms. Just before he climaxed Jack pulled his cock out of Jeanne. She quickly removed the condom and masturbated him to orgasm so he could cum on her stomach and breasts. I'd seen them do the same thing the previous week. Jeanne later explained to me that she loves to watch a guy shoot his stuff.
I tossed the towel to Jeanne. After she cleaned Jack's semen off of her stomach and breasts she tossed it back to me and then she and Jack moved back up to the couch where she cuddled next to him while the three of us watched the final minutes of the second period of the hockey game.
During the intermission Jack and I talked casually about the game while Jeanne slowly stroked his cock. I have to admit that while it was exciting, it was also a surreal conversation. Six months earlier I wouldn't have been able to even imagine it.
As we conversed, I watched my wife perform her magic. Her deft fingers miraculously raised Jack's cock from the dead. By the time they were dropping the puck to start the third period Jack was once again fully erect.
I was impressed.
Jeanne, ever the slut, whispered to Jack, “You know what I want now.”
Jack nodded.
Looking at me, Jeanne crudely said, “I want him to butt fuck me. I want to feel the full length of his big hard cock in my ass.” She paused for a moment and then she quietly added, “Baby, I know it's hard for you to understand this, but I really do enjoy it.”
“Okay.” I didn't know what else to say.
Jeanne stood, “For this we need some lube.”
I quickly stood and said, “I'll get it for you Jeanne.”
“Michael, you don't have to do that, not for this.”
“I don't have to do any of this. I choose to do it because it makes both of us happy.”
“Even this?”
“If this makes you happy, yes, definitely this.”
Jeanne smiled. “Thank you, the lube is on the bedside table next to the bowl of condoms.”
“I know where it is.”
“I'll need another condom too.”
“I'll bring you one.”
“Thank you sweetheart.”
As I was leaving the living room I heard Jeanne say to Jack, “He worries that anal sex is uncomfortable for me.”
Jack asked, “Don't you do it with him?”
I slowed down. I wanted to hear Jeanne's answer. She said, “Yes I do it with him. Of course I do it with him. I'd never do anything with you that I don't do with him, but we don't do it very often. He doesn't enjoy it, not like you do.”
“I love it.”
“Yes, and I love it too.”
Smiling, I hurried into Jeanne's boudoir, found the sex lotion and another magnum condom and quickly returned to the living room. Jeanne and Jack were making out on the couch. Jeanne was slowly stroking Jack's cock. Jack was fingering Jeanne's glistening cunt.
As soon as I walked into the room Jeanne stopped kissing Jack and looked at me. The brazen desire in her eyes sent a surge of raw cuckold lust rippling through my loins. Excited, I handed the lube and the condom to her and immediately sat back down in my chair, eager to watch.
Jeanne handed the sex lotion to Jack and lay across his lap. “Rub it in baby, get me ready for you.”
Jack spread my wife's cheeks apart with one hand and squeezed a dollop of lube into the cleft between them with the other. After setting the tube of lotion on the end table next to the couch he rubbed the lubricant into her rear causing Jeanne to coo with delight.
Jeanne looked over at me. “Sweetheart, I love this part. His fingers feel so good and the anticipation of what is going to happen is maddening.”
I smiled at her.
She said, “Jack, push a finger into me.”
Jack said, “And I love this part.”
Jeanne gasped as Jack pushed one of his big fingers into her asshole, but then she closed her eyes and whispered, “Oh yes, that's right, that feels so good.”
Jack slowly worked his finger in and out of Jeanne's rear. After a moment she said, “Now give me another finger.”
Jeanne actually giggled as Jack pushed a second finger into her.
Jack started fucking her with both fingers and said, “You like that don't you.”
Breathless with excitement Jeanne said, “Yes, yes, I love it. Now give me a third finger.”
“Beg for it.”
“Please master Jack, give me a third finger and then I want your cock.”
I watched in shock. I wasn't angry or hurt, I was aroused. I'd never seen Jeanne being submissive to a dominant man. She'd told me that it was something she enjoyed and the previous week I'd seen her play at it with Jack, but now she was clearly under his spell.
I suppose that I might have been jealous. I wasn't. I was confident of Jeanne's love for me and I loved Jeanne. The cuckold predilection is complex. It's a mixture of voyeurism, masochism and love. I loved Jeanne and I wanted to see her fulfill all of her wants and desires. I wasn't a naturally dominant man, so if she wanted to experience the thrill of submitting to a dominant male then I had to allow her to do it with a man who enjoyed dominating a sexually submissive woman.
As Jack pushed a third finger into her rear Jeanne looked at me and silently mouthed the words, “Are you okay?”
I smiled and silently mouthed the words, “Yes, enjoy yourself.”
Jeanne silently mouthed the words, “I love you.” And then she said, “Please fuck my ass master Jack, please do it now.”
Suddenly realizing that I was witnessing all of this, Jack looked at me with a worried expression.
I said, “Go for it, there isn't any question that this is what she wants and if this is what she wants, I'm okay with it.”
Jeanne rolled off Jack's lap and grabbed the condom from the side table. As she tore it open, she said, “You heard my husband, he loves having a slut wife. Now stand up, it's time to get that big dick of yours wrapped.”
Jack stood. His fully erect cock was an imposing sight. Jeanne turned to me and said, “I love big dicks, I really do.”
Smiling at her, I answered, “I know you do.”
“I'm a slut.”
“Yes you are and I love it.”
Jack said, “I don't understand, but I gotta admit that it sure is fun to party with the two of you.”
“So let's party.” Jeanne dropped to her knees, kissed the massive head of Jack's cock, rolled the condom down the full length of his shaft and then picked up the tube of lubricant and coated the head of the condom with it.
Once the condom was in place and ready Jack said, “Get on your hands and knees. I want to take you from behind.”
“Yes sir.” Still on her knees, Jeanne leaned forward so that her arms were also supporting her. In this position her large breasts were erotic pendulums. Jack moved into position behind her and half kneeled and then he slowly pushed his cock into my wife's asshole.
When I watched Jack do this during his last visit I'd been so concerned that he was hurting Jeanne that I couldn't actually relax and enjoy the show. During the sex party the previous Friday I saw both Mark and Bobby do it to Jeanne. Once again, my anxiety about Jeanne's comfort made it difficult to appreciate what I was watching.
Now, seeing the expression of pure ecstasy on Jeanne's face, I started to understand that it not only didn't cause her discomfort it was actually pleasurable for her. Jeanne and Abby and Amy and Mel had all tried to explain this to me, but I was so convinced that anal sex had to be painful that I'd refused to hear what they were telling me.
I started watching from a new perspective. Jack was slowly pushing his cock in and out of Jeanne's ass. Her eyes were closed, she was biting her lower lip, her fingers were scratching the carpet. I was finally able to recognize that these weren't signs that Jeanne was in pain, they were expressions of pleasure. I began to wonder if my groundless concerns about Jeanne's comfort during anal sex were causing me to miss out on a pleasure I could be enjoying with her.
Jack looked over at me and said, “Michael, your wife's ass is so tight, it feels amazing.”
Jeanne said, “Jack, be nice.”
I said, “Jeanne, it's okay. I'm glad he's enjoying you.”
Jack said, “I really am.”
“And I'm enjoying him too.” Jeanne grinned at me.
Chuckling, I said, “And that makes me happy.”
Savoring the sensations she was feeling, Jeanne closed her eyes again. I settled back and continued watching. As I watched I began to feel envious of Jack. This was a pleasure I'd only experienced one time and when it happened I was so worried about hurting Jeanne that I wasn't able to enjoy it. Now it was becoming obvious that it not only didn't hurt Jeanne, she loved it.
Shifting her forward weight to her left arm, Jeanne reached back with her right hand and started rubbing her clit. At the same time Jack leaned forward, cupped Jeanne's left breast and began pulling and twisting her nipple.
I was mesmerized. Both my wife and her boyfriend were consumed by a fervor of unbridled lust. Once again I was thankful that I was wearing the chastity cage. Without it the urge to take out my cock and masturbate would have been irresistible.
Suddenly Jeanne arched her back and screamed. I wasn't worried. I now understood the meaning of this scream. I'd heard it countless times since I'd returned home. It wasn't an expression of pain, it was an expression of ecstasy. My wife was having an orgasm. I leaned forward on my chair and watched her shake as the waves of pleasure pulsed through her naked body.
Ignoring my wife's cries of joy Jack continued fucking her rear. There were several seconds of raging frenzy, but the intensity of Jeanne's climax quickly diminished. As soon as she regained her composure, Jeanne's fingers went back to work on her clit and her lust began to grow again.
As I sat back in my chair and relaxed my thoughts returned to the question I'd been pondering prior to Jeanne's orgasm. Should I reopen the discussion with Jeanne about whether or not I should be permitted to enjoy anal sex with her. Of course there wouldn't actually be a discussion. Jeanne loves me. Its important to her that I know that she'll never do anything for another man that she won't do for me, so she'll tell me that there isn't anything to discuss. As far as she's concerned if I've changed my mind and now want to do it that would be great.
I smiled. Jeanne would most likely tell me that if I've decided that I'd like to be a butt fucker I should just go for it. She'd definitely be willing. Butt fucker was Abby's term for a guy who was good at anal sex. From their discussions I'd gathered that a good butt fucker was a dominant man who knew how to control his excitement. He had to be assertive, but he also had to be careful. Jeanne wanted a man who took absolute command, treated her like a slut and knew how to fuck. Watching Jack in action I realized that he was exactly that man.
At that moment I understood why I should never be allowed to have anal sex with my wife. While my concern about causing Jeanne discomfort had been a serious issue, it wasn't the only issue. Jeanne had repeatedly stated that one of the main reasons she loved anal sex was that it made her feel so slutty and she relished acting like a slut. To fulfill her slut fantasy Jeanne needed a man who treated her like a slut. A man like Jack. I loved Jeanne, she was the light of my life and I was confident that she felt the same way about me. That made it impossible for me to treat her like a slut.
It also makes it difficult for Jeanne to accept that treatment from me. I remembered Jennifer Rawlin's words, “I didn't dare admit to my husband that I occasionally had an insatiable desire to be a nasty cock sucking slut.”
While Jeanne and I have progressed far beyond that inhibition I was certain that its remnants still haunted us. Watching her with Jack, it was obvious that it was easier for her to relax and let herself go with him than it was when she was with me.
It might be argued that since I'm sitting in the room watching Jeanne and Jack that can't possibly be a valid assertion. I don't think that's relevant because there's another factor at play in our game. While Jeanne is reveling in her slut fantasy I'm embracing an equally kinky fantasy. I'm her cuckold and I am learning that I enjoy my fantasy every bit as much as Jeanne enjoys hers.
Our fantasies actually compliment each other nicely.