When I got to work Thursday morning, I decided I wanted to talk to Ruth about the events of the previous evening. At ten o'clock, I walked out to the reception area, poured a cup of coffee for myself and asked her if she'd join me for a cup of coffee in my office. Ruth poured a cup for herself and together we retired to my office.

As soon as we were inside, Ruth started unbuttoning her blouse and asked, “Boss are you ready for your morning blow job.”

I answered, “Ruth let's just sit and talk for a few minutes.”

“Okay.” Ruth sat down on one of the two chairs in front of my desk. I sat on the other one. After a moment, she said, “Boss, you have something on your mind?”

“I do.” I spent the next ten minutes telling her about everything that had happened the previous evening.

When I was finished, Ruth said, “That was an enlightening evening.” She paused. After a moment, she added, “Well, no blow job for you. I'm sure as hell not going to suck off a cuckold every morning.”

I looked at her.

Ruth shook her head. “I'm sorry, Michael. That was out of line. Please forgive me. I'm used to playing David's game. It's easy to forget that the two of you aren't playing the same game.”

“Don't worry, I understand and to be perfectly honest, when it comes to the question of morning blow jobs, David and I might be playing a very similar game.”

“Denial excites you?”

“While I can't explain it, I have to admit that it does.”

“Michael, you don't have to explain it. You just have to recognize it and then enjoy it.”

I smiled. “We've come a long way, haven't we Ruth.”

“And it only took us five months. Michael, I think all of us were enthusiastic learners.”

“It took me a little while to accept the curriculum, but once I did, I eagerly embraced it.”

“Tomorrow night is going to be so much fun. I can't wait to see Matt in action with Jeanne and Abby.”

“Ruth, are you turning into a voyeur?”

“Michael, honey, I'm learning that I'm a dirty minded slut who loves sex in all of its varied flavors. The depth of my depravity seems to be limitless.”

I smiled.

Ruth glanced at the clock. “It's almost 10:30. I have to get back to work.”

She stood up and with a mischievous smile lifted the hem of her skirt to her waist and pulled down her panties exposing her smoothly shaved cunt.

She walked over to me, thrust her hips forward so that her sex was in my face and said, “Give me a little kiss before I go cucky.”

Grinning, I wrapped my arms around Ruth's hips, closed my eyes and gave her a passionate kiss. As I kissed her, I extended my tongue and swirled her clit.

Giggling, Ruth said, “A French kiss. You are a devil.”

Looking up at her, I winked and said, “I studied with the finest professors in Tucson, Arizona.”

Ruth stepped back and pulled up her panties. As she smoothed her skirt she said, “I'm really eager to meet them.”

“I want everyone to meet them and I want them to meet everyone.”

“They're important to you, aren't they, Michael.”

“Ruth, at a time when I desperately needed guidance, they appeared and gave it to me. I think of them as angels.”

Ruth kissed my cheek and said, “All of us really are lucky.”

“Yes, we are.”

Ruth kissed me again and then she turned and hurried out my office. It was still a place of business and Ruth was a professional. She never neglected her duties.

During the noon hour, Jeanne called me. “Hi, Michael, how's your day going?”

“It good. Ruth and I talked this morning. I told her about last night.”

“Did she still give you a blow job?”

“No, she made me kiss her pussy.”

“I like that.”

“I did too.”

“I'll bet you did.”

“She's also excited about tomorrow night's party. She wants to watch Matt fuck you.”

“Is Ruth turning into a voyeur?”

“I asked her that same question. She told me she was a dirty minded slut who loved sex in all of its varied flavors.”

Giggling, Jeanne said, “I love that. And Michael?”

“Yes, Jeanne.”

“I'm pretty excited about Matt fucking me too. He's a very handsome man.”

“I'm eager to watch him fuck you.”

“I'll bet you are, cuckboy.”

“I guess you're now in slut mode too.”

“Cuckboy, I'm now almost always in slut mode.”

“I like that.”

“I'm so glad. I told Abby about last night.”

“What did she say?”

“She's happy for us. She's coming over tonight.”

“Is she going to spend the night?”

“If it's okay with you, she's planning to stay tonight and tomorrow night.”

“Of course it's okay. Tell her I said that.”

“I will. Michael, if you get home before we do there's a casserole in the refrigerator. Put it in the oven at 350 degrees.”

“I'll do that. I'm planning to leave at 3:00.”

“Preheat the oven and put the casserole in at 4:00.”

“I'll do it.”

“I'd better get back to work. I love you, Michael.”

“I love you too, Jeanne.”

We ended the call.

I left work at 3:00. On my way home I stopped at Sex Land, the large adult store on the edge of downtown. I bought two new porn movies and, on an impulse, a ten-inch, very realistic looking rubber cock. 

I got home at five minutes to four. I turned on the oven, took the casserole out of the refrigerator, opened one of the new CDs and put it into the into the CD player attached to the kitchen television. The movie was entitled “Hot Wife Sex Party”. 

Once the movie was playing, I put the casserole into the oven and took the new rubber cock out of the bag. I found a sheet of gift wrapping paper in the hall closet and a friendship card that said “Love” on the front and was blank inside.

After I had wrapped the new dildo, I wrote a quick note on the card. It read, “For those moments when the real thing isn't available. Your loving cuckold, Michael."

I slipped the card into its envelope and wrote, “For my beautiful slut wife” on the front. Smiling, I laid the gift-wrapped package and card on the kitchen table where Jeanne would see it when she walked into the kitchen. 

Once that was done, I opened a bottle of Merlot, poured myself a glass, sat down at the kitchen table and watched the movie. It was pretty good. The women were attractive and middle-aged. The men, also middle-aged, were fit, handsome, well endowed and robust. They were the type of men who attracted my wife, Abby and Ruth.

At 5:20, I heard the garage door open. A moment later, two car doors opened closed and then the door from the garage to the kitchen opened.

Abby stepped into the house. Jeanne was right behind her. I stood up to greet them.

As soon as she saw me, Abby ran over saying, “Michael, I want to party in slut mode and then I want to finish partying in romantic mode. Can we do that? Please say yes.”

She threw her arms around my shoulders, pulled me to her and kissed me hard on the lips.

Behind her, Jeanne said, “I told her everything this morning. Since then she's been running around like a cat in heat.” Jeanne glanced at the television. After watching for a moment, she said, “It appears that Abby isn't the only one who's sexually obsessed today. This is an interesting choice for dinnertime entertainment. What's the name of this masterpiece?”

I said, “Hot Wife Sex Party.”

Jeanne smiled. “Very appropriate. Abby, it appears that you and I aren't the only two eager to play in slut mode this evening. My cuckold husband seems to be just as enthusiastic about it as we are.”

Reaching down, Abby rubbed my erect penis and said, “Yes, I just discovered ample supporting evidence for your assertion.”

“We'd better get that little monster locked up as soon as we can.” 

Still squeezing my penis, Abby said, “I totally agree. This midget is a little too uppity for its puny stature.”

I smiled. Jeanne and Abby were playing the game adroitly and, while I still couldn't understand why, I had to admit that I was enjoying it immensely.

Jeanne noticed the gift-wrapped package on the kitchen table. “Michael, what's this?”

“I bought you a gift on my way home from work.”

“A gift?” Jeanne looked up at the television screen. “Did you purchase it at the same place you bought this new movie?”

“Definitely.”

“This sounds very interesting.” Jeanne picked up the wrapped gift. “May I open it now?”

“I think that's an excellent idea.”

Abby said, “Jeanne, there's a card too.”

“Yes, there is. Michael. You really went all out with this.”

I shrugged.

Jeanne set the gift down, picked up the card and read the inscription on the envelope. “For my beautiful slut wife.”

Abby giggled. “That is a lovely sentiment.”

Grinning, Jeanne opened the envelope and took out the card. She looked at the front and said, “Love, thank you, Michael, I love you too.”

I smiled.

Jeanne opened the card and read, “For those moments when the real thing isn't available. Your loving cuckold, Michael.” She looked at me and said, “My curiosity is definitely piqued.”

“Damn right it is.” Abby was watching intently.

Shrugging, I said, “It was kind of an impulse purchase.”

Jeanne picked up the gift and removed the paper. 

As soon as the graphic picture on the side of the box was exposed, Abby said, “Oh my god, it's a cock, a great, big cock.”

Jeanne opened the box, took out the rubber cock and held it up. “That's exactly what it is, a great, big, lifelike rubber cock.”

I said, “It's ten inches.”

Abby giggled, “Ten inches? May I look at it?”

“Of course.” Jeanne handed the cock to Abby.

Abby said, “Damn, this feels real.”

“It's a little rubbery, but I agree, it does feel real.” Jeanne was smiling.

“May I wash it? With something like this, you can't ever be certain about where it's been.”

Nodding, Jeanne said, “Yes, definitely wash it. Use the antibacterial soap by the sink.”

Jeanne and I watched Abby wash the cock. After she had rinsed it, she turned to Jeanne and asked, “May I taste it?”

“By all means.”

Abby put the cock in her mouth and fellated it. After several seconds, she took it out and said, “It may look and feel right to the touch, but it sure doesn't taste right.”

Jeanne said, “I think this is a toy that's meant for fucking, not sucking.”

Abby said, “Believe me, I fully agree. Want to try it out?”

“Let's eat dinner first.”

“I agree. Sex is always better on a full stomach.” Abby was grinning.

Turning to me, Jeanne said, “Michael pour us each a glass of wine. Abby, you dish up the casserole. I'll make three salads.”

We were a well-organized team, in less than five minutes we were seated and eating. 

Excited, we ate quickly. As soon as we finished eating we cleaned the kitchen. Again, we worked efficiently. In a short time, we were hurrying to our bedroom.

In the bedroom, Jeanne turned to me and said, “Michael, we're in slut mode. You understand what that means.”

“I'm going to be wearing the chastity cage.”

Abby asked, “Is that okay?”

Smiling, I answered, “Of course it is. It's part of the game.”

“Where have the two of you been all my life? Sex is a game, a wonderful game that when played well requires imagination and daring. Jeanne, you and Michael are turning out to be masterful players.”

Jeanne shrugged. “We've had good teachers and you are certainly one of them.”

“This is the first time anyone has ever called me a good teacher.”

I put my arm around Abby's shoulder and said, “All three of us are experimenting and learning. You're teaching us to dare to indulge our fantasies.

“So what am I learning? Michael, you just said that all three of us are learning.”

Jeanne said, “We're teaching you how to love.”

Abby shook her head. “No, you're allowing me to love. All my life I've freely given my pussy to men and women who eagerly enjoyed it, but that's all they ever wanted from me. You're the first two people who have ever asked for my heart.”

“What about your first two husbands?” I asked.

“Neither of them ever saw me as anything but a hot body. I think that's why my infidelity was so abhorrent to them. I was a trophy. They wanted to own me. They wanted to own my pussy.”

“What about Luther?” Jeanne asked.

“Luther loves me.” Abby smiled. “But he also loves his two hookers. Luther is a singular human being. He enjoys women, he values women, he is totally committed to our welfare and eager to see us succeed, but he isn't capable of love. His heart is locked away in an impenetrable vault.”

I said, “He must be lonely.”

Abby shook her head. “No, he's not lonely. He's consumed by his business and he has Janelle and Ruby. They're his diversion.”

Jeanne said, “What about you?”

“I provide him with respectability.” Abby grinned. “Isn't that a hoot?”

Jeanne and I chuckled.

Abby said, “It is true. I may be a slut, but I know how to clean up my act. I can play the role of Prudence Proper as well as anyone. The Governor adores me.”

I said, “Abby, we adore you.”

“Yes, and I adore both of you too. You're the only honest relationship I've ever had.” Abby shook her head. “No, my relationship with Luther is honest It's just different. And his kids make it awkward.”

Jeanne said, “They want you out of the picture.”

“In the worst way. Ironically, I don't have any aspirations about Luther's fortune. Money has never motivated me. I will admit that I do enjoy the stature that comes with being Luther's wife, but I realize that's transitory. Eventually, I'll just be an aging slut on her own.”

“You'll always have us. We'll never abandon you.”

Jeanne said, “Michael's right. We'll always have a place for you in our home and in our hearts.”

“I believe you.” Abby smiled. “We'll be two aging sluts and an aging cuckold.”

Chuckling, I said, “Damn, that sounds pretty good to me.”

Jeanne said, “You'll just turn into a horny old fart.”

“A horny old fart who loves to eat your pussy while his shriveled old dick is locked in a chastity cage.”

Laughing, Abby said, “Old age is starting to sound pretty damn good.”

I said, “Are either of you ready to start practicing? I mean that is why we came up here.”

“Yes it is, but I have to admit that right now I'd kind of like to skip slut mode and move right into romantic mode.” Jeanne picked up my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. 

Nodding, Abby said, “I agree. We have lots of time to play kinky sex games. At this moment, I'd just like to make love to both of you.”

Still holding my hand, Jeanne said, “Michael, will you be disappointed if we don't play in slut mode tonight?”

“Let me get this straight. You're asking me if I'd be content spending the next hour or two making passionate love to two beautiful women.”

Giggling, Abby said, “Yeah, that's pretty much right.”

Jeanne pushed me down on the bed. As she climbed on top of me she said, “Baby, we're going to rock your world.”

Shaking my head, I said, “No, tonight we're going to take turns rocking each other's world.”

And we did. It was memorable.

The next day was Friday. We were having another sex party that night. I spent the day in anxious anticipation. At ten, Ruth and I had coffee. She was just as excited as I was.

I was at home by 4:30. On my way home, I stopped and picked up Vietnamese takeout. Jeanne and I loved Vietnamese food. It was a wonderful fusion of Chinese and French cuisine.

Abby and Jeanne arrived home just after 5:00. I opened a chilled bottle of pinot grigio. Together we ate egg rolls, salad and spicy chicken with noodles. It was excellent.

After dinner, we quickly cleaned the kitchen and hurried to the bedroom. We showered together and then Jeanne and Abby locked me in my chastity cage. Once that was done, I dressed in khakis and a golf shirt while they put on their lingerie. Abby and Jeanne had decided to forego skirts and blouses. Stockings, garters, half bras and high heels comprised their outfits. As I watched them dress, I was envious of the men who would be enjoying them that evening.

As soon as they were dressed, Jeanne opened her lingerie drawer and took out the rubber cock I'd given her the previous evening.

Smiling at Abby, she said, “How about a little warm up?”

Licking her lips, Abby said, “That is an excellent idea.”

Jeanne lay down on the bed and beckoned me with a wave of her hand. “Come here, Cucky. You can do the honors for us.”

I sat down on the edge of the bed. Jeanne handed me the rubber cock. “Just rub my pussy lips with the head.”

Abby sat down on the other side of Jeanne. As she watched me massage the lips of Jeanne's cunt with the rubber cock, she said, “That really is a magnificent member. We need to give it a name.”

“I agree, but it needs to be a studly name. A name befitting a great warrior. We can't give him a name like Fred or Steve.”

I noticed the breathy sound of burgeoning arousal in Jeanne's voice. The rubber cock was also glistening with Jeanne's moisture. My wife was enjoying her new toy.

I glanced at Abby. She was now lying next to Jeanne with her thighs lasciviously parted. The fingers of her right hand were vigorously massaging her engorged clitoris.

She said, “Odysseus is the greatest warrior of all time, but I think that name is a bit too stodgy for our stud.”

Jeanne said, “I agree.” She paused. After a second she said, “Push it into me, Michael. I want to feel all of him inside me.”

As I slowly pushed the rubber cock into my wife, she said, “How about the Latin version of Odysseus, Ulysses.”

“Perfect, that's just perfect.” Giggling Abby quickly added, “Come on, Cucky, fuck your wife hard. Fuck her hard with Ulysses' big cock.”

I started furiously pumping Ulysses in and out of Jeanne's now sopping cunt. At the same time, Abby leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Jeanne responded. They were quickly making out like a pair of high school kids at a post-prom hotel party. 

My cock throbbing inside the chastity cage, I continued furiously fucking my wife with Ulysses. Suddenly she arched her back and cried out.

Abby stopped kissing Jeanne and whispered, “Michael, don't stop. She loves it when a guy fucks her hard while she's cumming.” 

Having watched Jack fuck Jeanne, I knew Abby was correct, so I kept pumping Ulysses in and out of Jeanne's cunt. Abby straddled Jeanne's head, sat down on her face and started grinding her cunt against Jeanne's mouth and lips. As Jeanne orgasmed, I could see her madly sucking and licking Abby's clitoris. 

Jeanne's climax reached its peak and then she gradually she quieted. As she quieted, Abby slid off of her face and I pulled Ulysses out of her cunt. 

Abby and I cuddled Jeanne while she lay quietly enjoying her post-orgasmic euphoria. Finally, Abby broke the silence. “Damn, girl, that rubber cock really got you going.”

Jeanne giggled, “Kinky sex with people I love, what could be better?”

Laughing, Abby said, “You got that right girl, now it's my turn.” She kicked off her high heels, lay back on the bed, spread her legs and said, “Come on Michael, give me Ulysses, give me everything he's got.”

I pressed the head of the rubber cock between the lips of Abby's moist cunt and slowly massaged her. She gasped, she moaned and then she murmured, “Oh fuck yes, that feels really nice. Michael, you're a fucking demon.”

Jeanne said, “It really is nice. I've never thought much about toys, but now I understand. They do have their place.”

Abby grinned, “And my pussy is definitely one of those places.”

Jeanne and I laughed. I slowly pushed the cock into Abby while Jeanne pulled herself up next to her, kissed her hard on the lips and twisted her nipples.

This was voyeur heaven. The sex was unbelievable. Jeanne straddled Abby and rode her face while I fucked her with Ulysses. Abby is a woman who cums easily. She had a nonstop forty-minute orgasm.

Afterwards, as we straightened our clothes and made ourselves presentable Abby said, “Now that is how a good slut warms up for a sex party.”

Once we were ready, Abby took one of my arms. Jeanne took the other. Walking out of the bedroom together, Jeanne said, “Michael, honey, after this party is over, we're going to take that chastity cage off your cock and rock your world.”

Hugging my arm, Abby whispered, “We know what you like. Jeanne is going to ride your face like a manic cowgirl at a small town rodeo while I suck your gorgeous dick and lick your balls like a sex-crazed truck stop trollop. When you cum, we won't stop. We'll simply trade places and continue pleasuring you until you beg us to stop.”

Jeanne whispered, “Do you know why?” Before I could answer she continued. “Because we're both madly in love with you.”

Understanding that my fate was sealed, I simply smiled.

As soon as we entered the living room, we went to work. Matt and Ruth were not going to spend the evening alone in Jeanne's boudoir. They were planning to join the party. Mark and Bobby were bringing their friend, Thomas James. And our new friends, Rhonda and Robbie were also coming. We had to rearrange the living room to accommodate four couples and three cuckolds.

We moved the coffee table to a corner. Jeanne spread towels out on the rug in front of the couch while Abby and I moved the two chairs. We placed one on each side of the couch so that the three pieces of furniture formed a semicircle. We then placed three dining room chairs in front of the semicircle. This was the seating for the audience, the cuckolds, David, Robbie and myself. For this party, we were strictly spectators, non-participants.

Once we had finished rearranging the furniture, we set up the bar on the dining room table. David, Robbie and I were going to be responsible for making and serving cocktails to the participants.

Abby, Jeanne and I were all excited. The addition of Matt, Ruth, Thomas James, Rhonda and Robbie made this a real sex party, our first sex party, our first hot wife, cuckold sex party.

At one minute after 6:00 pm, the doorbell rang. I answered the door while Jeanne and Abby watched from the living room. It was Mark, Bobby and behind them, a tall handsome black man. 

I quickly ushered the three men into the house. While I hung their coats in the vestibule closet, Jeanne and Abby greeted them. Introductions were made. The tall black man was, of course, Thomas James.

I took them into the dining room. While I was making cocktails, the doorbell rang again. Turning to Mark, Bobby and Thomas, I said, “I'd  better answer the door.”

Bobby nodded. “We'll take care of the bar.”

Thomas followed me. “I'll go with you, Michael. I'm eager to meet everyone.”

Jeanne and Abby joined Thomas and me.

It was Rhonda and Robbie. When Rhonda took off her winter coat, she was wearing a sheer white chiffon lace trimmed teddy and nothing else, nothing at all. Her breasts and the outline of her shaved pussy were barely veiled.

Abby said, “I like your outfit.”

From the dining room, Mark said, “I do too.”

Thomas James concurred, “Damn right.”

Rhonda looked at Abby and Jeanne dressed in nothing but garter belts, half bras, nylon stockings and high heels and said, “I hope our outfits reflect the tenor of the evening.”

Thomas James said, “Damn, I hope so too.”

Rhonda looked at Thomas. While she was a beautiful woman, she as at least fifteen years older than he was. Smiling, she walked over to him and cupped her hand over his crotch. After taking a moment to feel his package, she said, “You are a brash young man, but you definitely have the equipment to back up your attitude.”

Thomas wrapped his arms around Rhonda and introduced himself. “I'm Thomas James.”

Pressing her body to Thomas, Rhonda said, “It's a pleasure to meet you, Thomas James.”

Thomas kissed her hard on the lips. While he kissed her, he slipped his hand between her legs and unfastened the snaps that held the crotch of her teddy together. All of us watched in rapt silence as he pulled the chiffon fabric away and pressed his fingers into Rhonda's already wet sex.

Rhonda reached down, unbuckled Thomas's belt, opened his trousers and pushed his brown dress slacks and boxer shorts to his knees exposing the largest cock I'd ever seen. It had to be at least twelve inches and it was standing at rigid attention in full glory.

Jeanne whispered, “Damn, that is a magnificent cock.”

Nodding, Abby said, “Biggest one I've ever seen.”

From the dining room where he was mixing a martini, Bobby said, “And that's saying a lot.”

Abby stuck her tongue out at Bobby. Grinning, He said, “Oh yeah.”

Rhonda grasped Thomas's cock. Her hand wasn't large enough to fully encircle it, but she held it tightly and whispered to him, “May I taste it?”

In a rich baritone voice, he softly answered, “By all means.”

Without relinquishing her hold on Thomas's magnificent member, Rhonda dropped to her knees and kissed and licked the enormous head while all of us stood around her, enthralled by her brazen act.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at Rhonda's husband Robbie. He was standing next to me. His eyes were burning with lust as he watched his wife wantonly pleasure a man she'd just met. I smiled. I understood. We were both voyeur cuckolds.

The doorbell rang, breaking the aura of intense excitement that had gripped everyone in the room. Jeanne said, “Michael, that must be Ruth, David and Matt.”

Bobby said, “If it's a neighbor wanting to borrow a cup of sugar she's going to be in for a shock.” We all laughed, even Rhonda and Thomas.

With Jeanne and Abby trailing me, I hurried to the front door and opened it. Ruth and Matt were standing on the step. David was on the sidewalk behind them. Holding the door open, I said, “Come in, it's cold out there.”

As Ruth walked past me, she said, “Damn right it is. I hate fucking winter.”

Matt smiled and said, “Hi, Michael.”

As David passed me Ruth exclaimed, “Wow, the party has already started and look at the size of that guy's cock!”

Jeanne said, “Ruth and Matt, the woman on her knees is Rhonda.”

Now focused on sucking Thomas's cock, Rhonda took a quick break, turned, smiled and waved and then she immediately returned her attention to Thomas.

Continuing, Jeanne said, “The cock belongs to Thomas James.”

Giggling, Ruth said, “Thomas, I believe that meeting you is going to be a real pleasure.”

As everyone in the room chuckled Jeanne said, “The man watching them is Rhonda's husband, Robbie.”

Ruth smiled at Robbie and said, “Honey, you are obviously our favorite kind of husband.” Robbie grinned at her.

Behind Ruth, David said, “May I take your coat ma'am?” I noticed that David was being much less guarded about his subservience.

“Yes, Pip, you may.”

As David helped his wife with her coat Abby asked, “Pip?”

Ruth said, “It's short for Pipsqueak. We decided that David was much to dignified a name for a slave.”

Smiling, Abby asked, “His official status is now slave?”

“It doesn't say that on our marriage license and we're careful to hide it from the kids, but yes, that is his official status. It excites both of us.”

I looked at David. He was smiling sheepishly.

Abby said, “Let's get this party going. Bobby and Mark, what's happening with the cocktails?'

Bobby said, “We have enough martinis and Manhattans for everyone.”

Jeanne said, Excellent! Michael, David and Robbie, help Bobby and Mark.”

Matt said, “I'll lend a hand too.”

Thomas said, “I'd also help, but I'm sort of indisposed.”

Laughing, Mark said, “Indisposed? That's the first time I've ever heard that word used as a euphemism for fellatio.”

Shaking his head and grinning, Bobby said, “Mark, my friend, I do believe you're being naive. I suspect that a number of people waiting to meet with billionaire tycoons have been told that the man they're trying to see is currently indisposed when he's actually getting a blow job in his office.”

“I can't argue with that. Bobby, you're right, I was naive. We all know that billionaires are notorious scalawags.”

All of us laughed. Those of us who weren't indisposed were delivering cocktails to everyone. As soon as we finished, Jeanne said, “I'd like to propose a toast.” We all turned to her. She held up her glass and said, “To the Friday night sex party. May it continue to grow and flourish.”

In unison, we raised our glasses and said, “Hear hear.”

Jeanne continued. “And now, let the party begin. Pipsqueak would you please start the music.”

“Yes, Ms. Jeanne.” David hurried to the stereo. After a moment, Al Green's version of “Pretty Woman” started playing.

Matt turned to Jeanne and said, “Ever since we've met, I wanted to dance with you. May I have this dance?”

Giggling, Jeanne said, “Only if you promise to let me suck your cock when the dance is over.”

“I've always believed in trying to accommodate a lady.”  

Jeanne looked at me. “Michael, may I dance with Matt?”

I answered, “I've been looking forward to it all week. I'd be disappointed if you didn't.”

Matt was standing behind my wife. She was leaning against him, her naked rear pressed against his crotch while she swayed her hips in time to the music. Matt's right hand was slowly massaging Jeanne's brassiere covered breast. At the same time, his other hand was unfastening the clasp that held her bra in place. As soon as the bra was undone he pulled it away and handed it to me. 

Holding my wife's brassiere, I watched Matt twist and pull her nipple while his other hand dropped to her shaved cunt. For a moment he massaged Jeanne's glistening lips and then Jeanne gasped as he slipped two fingers into her.

I looked around the room. Rhonda was now bent over the arm of the couch. Thomas was standing behind her, pumping his mammoth cock in and out of her cunt. Rhonda's husband, Robbie was standing next to them, mesmerized by the sight of the tall handsome black man pleasuring his wife.

Ruth had paired up with Bobby. He was seated on the end of the couch opposite from Rhonda and Thomas. Now naked, he was leaning back with his feet on the couch and his legs spread. Ruth, also naked was kneeling between his legs. David was kneeling next to her, watching her slowly stroke Bobby's erect cock while she licked his asshole. 

Mark was sitting in the easy chair I generally used. He was naked. Abby was straddling him. He was sucking and licking her large breasts.

The orgy had begun. I went into the dining room, quickly laid Jeanne's brassiere on the table and returned to the living room where I sat down on one of the three chairs that had been set up as the cuckold gallery. Robbie and David joined me.

Together we watched our wives enjoy a nonstop bacchanal of wanton lust. It was a cuckold voyeur's dream. When a couple finished they took a short break and then they each paired up with another playmate. At the end of the evening, each of our wives had enjoyed the attention of all four men.

By 9:30, the party was winding down. Our wives and their playmates were exhausted. We chatted for a few minutes, everyone agreed that this should become a regular Friday night affair and then it was over. Mark, Bobby and Thomas James were the last to leave. They were dressed and walking out the door just before ten.

As soon as they were gone, Jeanne and Abby turned to me and smiled. They were both naked. Jeanne said, “Now it's your turn. Let's go take a shower.”

Abby said, “That will feel so good.”

Jeanne grabbed my wrist. As she pulled me toward the bedroom she said, “First, we have to get your cock out of that cage. It's time for your beast to roar.”

Giggling, Abby took my other hand and said, “I'll bet the big fellow is eager to come out and play.” Winking at me she added, “Jeanne and I know some really fun games. We're going to rock your world.”

Smiling, I let them tow me to our bedroom. I knew that Abby wasn't exaggerating. They did know some really fun games and I was definitely going to enjoy playing them with them. I was ready to have my world rocked and believe me, it was.