Life on Oak Grove Drive - April's Story

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Hey Priss

Glad you're liking it. There's more coming this weekend.

GH

Wow, and I thought all it needed was the red bow ! This is a great section GH. Really up there with the best. Thanks.

Great stuff as usual GH...can't wait to see just how dominant April can be!

Peak and Subcard

As usual, thank you for taking the time to comment. I appreciate it.

I'm glad you liked it. I took a long time writing those last passages and the next one.

GH

A little thrill rippled through me when I walked in the front door. Mark was on his knees waiting for me. All he was wearing was a pair of pink lace panties. I could see the bulge from his chastity cage under those panties. In his right hand he was holding a glass of champagne.

I paused for a moment to collect myself, then I bent down and took the glass of champagne from Mark's hand.

I sipped some of the wine and I looked at my kneeling husband. "Pussyboy, how does it feel to know that you're now a cuckold?"

I grinned at Mark. "Just in case there was any doubt in your mind, let me assure you that it's true. Carl made you a cuckold two times tonight." I giggled. "The second time he made you a cuckold he took a really long time doing it." I sighed. "My new stud is a wonderful lover."

I drank the rest of my wine and handed the glass to Mark. "Pour me another glass of Champagne and bring it into the bedroom cuckboy."

I went into the bedroom and sat down on the bed, a moment later Mark came in carrying a glass of champagne on a tray.

"Set the champagne down and undress me."

Mark placed the glass of wine on my bedside table and started unbuttoning my blouse. I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes while my slave removed my clothing.

When Mark pulled my panties off I spread my legs. "Look at my pussy cuckboy; See how stretched and raw it is. Carl has a really big cock and he fucks like a man. He knows when to be gentle and he knows when to be rough. He fucked me really hard tonight and guess what wimpboy; I loved every minute of it."

I sat up in the bed, placed my feet on the floor and spread my legs. "I want you on your knees Cuckboy, kneel down between my legs."

Mark got on his knees.

"Look at my cunt pussyboy. I let Carl cum inside me this evening. Did you hear that cuckboy? Another man ejaculated his semen into your wife's cunt tonight."

Mark looked up at me

"Don't look at me, look at my cunt!"

Mark's eyes returned to my crotch.

"Carl's dried cum is all over the lips of my pussy. Can you see it cuckboy?"

Mark nodded.

"Lick it up wimpboy. Lick my lover's dried semen off the lips of my cunt."

My loins tingled with delight as Mark leaned forward and kissed the lips of my pussy. When I felt Mark's tongue licking me clean, I closed my eyes and lay back on the bed.

"Can you taste him? Can you taste Carl's semen cucky?"

Mark stopped licking me and looked up. I was very wet. His face glistened with my love nectar.

He smiled at me and said, "Yes Mistress April, I can taste him."

I pulled Mark up onto the bed. "Lie down pussyboy. Carl left a lot more cum inside me."

Mark laid on his back. I straddled his head and sat down on his face.

I don't know how long I rocked back and forth on Mark's face. We both lost track of the time. He licked me to two orgasms. After my second orgasm I rolled off of him.

I was worn out. I laid down next to Mark, put my arms around him and softly kissed his cheek.

"Sweetheart, go and get the key for your chastity cage. It's in my purse." I'd taught school that day. For obvious reamisters I didn't wear the key around my ankle.

Mark got up and disappeared into the living room. While he was gone I got up, went into the bathroom and got a damp wash cloth.

We returned at the same time.

"Baby hand me the key and sit down on the bed."

Mark sat down. I quickly unlocked his cage and slipped it off of him. I placed the cage on my bedside table and gently wiped Mark’s tiny penis and testicles with the damp cloth.

When I was done I whispered into his ear, "You have been a very good boy, are you ready for your reward?"

Mark grinned at me and said, "Yes please."

I reached down and gently picked up his cocklet with my index finger and thumb. As I slowly stroked him I pushed his face to my breast. "Suckle on my nipple while I masturbate you."

It was only a moment before a dribble of semen squirted from the tip of Mark's cock. When he was done ejaculating I pushed my cum covered fingers into his mouth.

"Lick them clean pussyboy."

When Mark was done I grabbed him and said, "It’s time for you to give me a bath."

Mark bathed me. When he was finished I put on a robe and watched television while he showered and made supper. After dinner Mark cleaned the kitchen while I read the newspaper.

When Mark was done with his chores, we cuddled on the couch and shared the rest of the champagne while we watched late night television.

We went to bed just after eleven. I was tired. It had been a long day. I should have fallen arelax immediately, but I didn't. I couldn't get Carl out of my mind. Actually it would be more accurate to say that I couldn't get Carl's cock out of my mind.

As I lay in bed next to Mark, I kept thinking about how wonderful it felt to have Carl's huge penis pumping in and out of my cunt. I'd forgotten just how much I loved to fuck. Now that I remembered, I knew that I wanted to do it again and again.

I started to think about how I could make this happen. Motels were expensive. Even cheap motels were expensive when you were using them four or five afternoons a week.

I started to consider alternatives.

Fucking Carl at school seemed like a very bad choice. After school, students were everywhere and custodians randomly came in and out of classrooms. Even more important, getting caught would be professionally disastrous. School was not a choice.

I wracked my brain for possible alternatives. I could only come up with one that was both safe and affordable.

I turned to Mark. "Baby are you awake?'

He rolled over. "Yes, what's on your mind?"

I laughed, "Carl's cock, I can't get it out of my mind. I have to have him again. Mark, I want him to fuck me every day. I’m obsessed with his big beautiful penis."

Mark didn't say anything.

"Baby Carl and I need a safe place to fuck. This is the only place I can think of that works. Mark, I want to bring Carl to our house so we can fuck in this bed."

Mark was silent for a long time. Finally he said, "If that’s what you want, I really can't stop you can I?"

He rolled over so he was facing away from me. As he laid there, I was pretty sure I heard him crying.

I put my hand on his shoulder. "Baby, what's the matter?"

Mark rolled over again so he was facing me. "That shouldn't be too hard to figure out. I'm jealous. You have a new man. I’m worried that you don't need me anymore."

I stared at my husband. "Get used to it baby, you're a cuck. Jealousy is something you're going to have to learn to live with. Now quit whimpering and go to relax. I want some quiet while I dream about my lover."

As soon as I said it, I knew it was a cruel thing to say, but at the moment I was too focused on Carl to care.

Mark turned away from me again. He was silent now.

I callously fell arelax dreaming of Carl Mamister's cock.

wow, gh, that segment was awesome! the last few paragraphs really showed a very dominant April for sure. could it get any better? priss

Goodhusband, again my accolades. Your stories are great. I keep coming back to see your latest contributions... Love the way you have April dominating mark, and I hope to hear of many more of his debasements.

Goodnbi

Priss and Goodnbi

Thankyou, I apprediate your comments.

Priss, April is still young. Her dominance is going to wax and wane, but she is definitely getting more dominant as she ages.

Goodnbi, wait for her next date. I suspect that she is going to get very nasty.

Gh

Jessica and Morris were already there when we arrived at Helen and Lorraine's.

Helen grabbed me as soon as I walked in the door. "Come with us dear. We can go into the parlor and talk while the slaves get dinner on the table."

I shook my head. "No Helen, I'd really like it if we could bend the rules tonight. I'd like the slaves to sit in the parlor with us."

Helen looked at me. "Very well dear." She turned to Mark. "Marcia, fetch Lorraine."

Mark bowed, "Yes Mistress Helen." He disappeared into the hallway. A moment later he returned with Lorraine.

Lorraine curtsied. "Mistress Helen, you called for me."

"Yes Lorraine. What's the status of dinner?"

"Everything is ready. Dinner can be served at your convenience."

"Very good, Lorraine were going to have a family night. Set additional places at the table for you, Morris and Mark. When that's done join us in the parlor."

Lorraine nodded and hurried out of the parlor.

Helen turned to Mark. "Please help Morris prepare cocktails for everyone. Martini's would be nice."

Helen, Jessica and I sat down while Morris, Mark and Lorraine made all the preparations. Even on a family night it was easier to be a dominant in Helen's house.

When everyone was finally settled Helen looked at me and said, "Something is on your mind dear. Would you like to tell us what it is?"

I nodded, "Yes, very much."

Everyone listened intently as I spent the next fifteen minutes relating the events of the past twenty-four hours.

When I was done Helen smiled at me. “I’m sorry that it didn't work out, but I'm glad to hear that you finally took another lover. I think that was a big step for you dear."

I shook my head, "Yes but I want to do it again and I don't really see how I can. After thinking about it, I now realize that part of the problem with Carl was that we worked together. We have to see each other every day. Playing with guys I work with is obviously bad, but if I can't meet guys at work, where am I going to meet them? How can I safely meet men without being afraid of getting into complicated relationships and busting up families?"

Morris laughed and said, "I think we can rule out church suppers."

Jessica glared at her husband. He quickly looked at the floor and said, "Sorry that just slipped out."

One of the reamisters I loved Morris was his wonderful sense of humor .I smiled at him. "That's okay, I thought it was pretty funny."

He winked at me.

I turned to everyone, Where do I safely meet men who are just looking for a good time?"

Lorraine turned to Helen. "Is Baxter's still open?"

Helen smiled. "Yes of course, Baxters." She turned to Jessica. "Wasn't Angela Reynolds just talking about Baxters?"

Jessica nodded. "Yes it was last week. We were having cocktails at the country club. She was telling us about a very handsome man that she’d met there."

I looked at them. "What's Baxters?"

Morris started laughing. "It's a roadhouse on the north end of town that our wives used to frequent." He grinned. It was a mischievous grin. "They're a little too old for the place now."

Jessica again glared at her husband. "Slave boy, you're choosing to live very dangerously tonight."

Morris smiled at his wife. "I'm just having fun teasing the woman I love."

Helen laughed. "Jessica, your little slave certainly knows how to turn on the charm when he wants to."

She nodded. "It's why I'm still married to him."

I threw up my arms. "Could you guys please focus for a minute! You're worse than my fifth hour class. I would be very grateful if someone would tell me a little more about Baxters."

Lorraine leaned forward. "Baxters is a night club that caters to people like you."

"What do you mean, people like me?"

"I’m talking about married people who are looking for a little extracurricular fun."

"Why don't Jessica and Helen go there anymore?"

Helen smiled at me, "Because we don't have to. Jessica and I are looking for men who are a little more mature than the men you're looking for. If our playmates have youngren, they're most likely going to be almost grown up".

Jessica added, "Older married couples frequently drift apart. They stay together because it's comfortable and convenient, but they don't actually care about spending much time with each other. These couples don't get very upset if one of them occasionally drifts off for a little discreet fun."

Helen continued the explanation. "Mature single men are generally divorced and rarely interested in getting remarried. The men in our age group who are looking for a wife are readily apparent and easy to avoid."

Jessica leaned forward, "April, the problems you're encountering are unique to your age group.

Helen smiled. "There is one additional factor. The attraction that Baxters offers is a parking lot deliberately set up so that couples can discreetly party in their cars without fear of exposure. Jessica and I are just a little too old to comfortably play around in the back seat of a Chevrolet."

"Do you really think I should go there?"

Helen nodded. "As usual, Lorraine is very resourceful. I think that Baxters is the perfect solution for your problem. The men you’re likely to encounter there are looking for nothing more than a little quick fun in the parking lot."

Jessica thought for a moment. "If I remember correctly, Wednesday and Thursday were the best nights. Most married men have to spend Friday and Saturday nights with their wives and no one likes to go out at the beginning of the work week."

I looked at Mark. "I've never gone to a bar by myself. I'll be kind of nervous. It would help if you drove me there. Would you do that for me?"

Mark grinned at me. "I would be honored to do that."

"You can't stay. After you drop me off you'll have to go home and wait for me to call you when it's time to come and get me."

"I understand"

"Can we go next Thursday?"

"Yes, Thursday would be fine."

Helen stood up. "Since it appears that we have at least found a temporary solution to April's problem. I think its dinner time, Lorraine will you please get everything ready."

For the first time that day, I was happy. I looked at Mark while we ate dinner. I was so lucky to have found him. He was the smartest man in the world. It was his idea to call Helen and Lorraine. It seemed like he always knew what to do.

The weekend flew by.

The following Monday was the beginning of the first full week of school. I was a beginning teacher. Each day was an adventure that constantly presented new challenges.

Every evening Mark and I ate dinner and talked about the events of the day.

As we were finishing dinner on Wednesday night I looked at Mark and said, "Tomorrow is Thursday."

He nodded. "Yes it is."

"I'm excited and a little nervous about going to Baxters."

"Why do you say you're nervous?"

"I've never gone to a bar by myself before."

"You'll be fine once you get there. April, you used to dance naked in front of hundreds of men."

I giggled. "I did do that didn't I?"

Mark nodded.

"Do you ever wish you could see me dance?"

"Yes very much."

I had a wicked little thought. "Maybe some night in the future I'll bring a man home and you can watch me do a strip tease for him."

I looked at Mark. I could tell he was getting turned on. "Think about it baby. You're on your knees wearing nothing but your cock cage. My lover is sitting on the couch. He's fully dressed. I turn to you and tell you to put some music on, slow seductive music. You do as you’re told."

Mark shook his head. "You're evil."

I laughed, "Only with you cuckboy."

Mark took a deep breath. It was obvious he was trying to collect himself. "What time do you want to leave for Baxters tomorrow night?"

"I think about 7:30. That should get me there about 8:00. I want a little time to settle in and get used to the place before the debauchery starts."

Mark laughed. "You have high hopes for this place don't you."

I looked at my husband. I was very serious. "Yes I do."

Mark smiled at me. "I hope you're not disappointed."

"I don't plan to be disappointed."

I stood up. "Slave boy clear the table. I'm going to sit on the couch and read the newspaper while you wash the dishes. When the kitchen is clean we're going to go into the bedroom. I want to sit on your face and finish my little story about dancing for my lover."

GH, another great segment..the story is almost comingfull circle and getting better and better.

GH, Sometimes I just run of of ways of saying how good this is in ways that don't repeat themselves. So I'll just say wonderful, and thank you.

Thanks Gentleman

As always, I appreciate your comments

Were getting closer to the end, but were still not there.

GH

On Thursday I left school just before three. I stopped at the Boutique on my way home.

Helen, Jessica and Lorraine were all there.

As soon as I walked in the door, Lorraine turned to Helen and Jessica. "Our favorite slut is here."

Helen turned to her slave. "Lorraine, mind your tongue."

I laughed. "It's okay Helen, I like the title."

Jessica smiled. "I like it to dear. I've always been happy that I was a slut."

Helen shook her head, "Okay all of you win. Now let's get to the important issue. April honey we found some wonderfully sexy lingerie and a very nice little cocktail dress for you to wear to Baxters tonight."

Jessica held up a black garter belt, black stockings, a pair of black thong panties and a matching brassiere. Everything was trimmed with red lace. It really was very sexy lingerie.

I smiled. “Thank you, it’s beautiful but…”

Helen looked at me, “But what dear?”

“Why do I need a brassiere? I thought it would be sexier to go braless tonight.”

Jessica laughed. “Honey there isn’t a guy in this world who doesn’t get a little thrill when he unclasps a brassiere.”

Helen nodded, “She’s right you know.”

I looked at all three of them and started giggling, “Okay, I defer to your experience. I’ll wear a bra tonight.”

Lorraine held up the dress. It was a black cocktail dress. It was a very short and very low cut.

I looked at my three friends, "It's gorgeous, thank you very much."

Lorraine walked over and kissed my cheek. "We want you to have fun tonight sweetheart. You know that all four of us love you."

Lorraine was of course including Morris as the fourth.

I smiled at all three of them. "I love you guys to. It was the luckiest day of my life when I walked into this shop."

Helen walked over and hugged me. We think we were pretty lucky to."

I stood up. "It's time for me to get dressed."

I walked over to my full length mirror and looked at the reflection of my naked body. "Pussyboy I want you to look at me and imagine the pleasure that my lover is going to experience this evening while he plays with me."

I turned to Mark; I remembered our conversation from the other evening. He wanted me to torment him. He was a masochist. He wanted to enjoy his pain. I smiled to myself. I was a sadist. If he wanted pain, I was very happy to oblige him.

"Are you feeling jealous cuckboy?"

Mark slowly nodded.

"You should be. My lover tonight is going to enjoy pleasures with me that you can only dream about."

I put my hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him to the floor. "Get down on your knees cucky."

When Mark was kneeling I said, "Do you remember how much you enjoyed it on our wedding night when I let you try to fuck me?" I giggled. "Try is all you could do. You came about a second after you pushed your pathetic little cocklet into me." I laughed, "You were done before I realized you'd started fucking me."

I pointed to my freshly shaved pussy. "Cuckboy, Look at my cunt. Do you see how nice and tight it is right now? When I come home from my evening out, it's going to be stretched and raw from my lover's huge cock. He's going to be a stud. He'll be able to fuck me two or three times tonight.

I grinned at Mark, "Think about the thrill you experienced during the few seconds that you were inside me. Now imagine the pleasure my lover is going to feel tonight as he relentlessly pumps his huge erection in and out of my tight cunt for as long as he wants."

I grabbed Mark by his hair and pulled his face to my cunt. "Taste me cuckboy. Taste my pussy."

I sighed as I felt Mark lick me.

After a moment I collected myself. "When I come back home tonight, you’re going to taste my pussy again. I'll taste different cuckboy. Do you know why?"

I had Mark in a headlock. His face was pressed into my crotch. He couldn't answer, so I answered for him.

"I'll tell you why cuckboy. You'll be able to taste my lovers cock and his cum. Pussyboy, when I get home tonight I'm going to make you lick my lovers cum out of my pussy."

I let go of Mark's head. He looked up at me. His face glistened from being mashed against my wet cunt. He was smiling.

"Did you enjoy that pussyboy?"

Mark nodded, "Yes, very much."

I laughed. "So did I." I picked Mark up, put my arms around him and kissed him. "I'm so glad we found each other. Mark I love you so much."

Mark hugged me. As he held me, I glanced over his shoulder and saw the clock. It was almost 7:30.

I pulled away from my husband. "Look at the time baby. We have to hurry. I want to get to Baxters a little early so that I can get a feel for the place before the revelry starts."

Mark helped me finish getting dressed. When I was ready I looked at him, "There how do I look."

He grinned at me, "You're going to drive every guy at Baxter’s wild with desire."

I patted his face, "You're sweet."

I was just getting ready to leave when I realized that we’d forgotten a very important detail. I looked at Mark. “We can’t go; I’m missing a important piece of jewelry. Cuckboy, I’m not wearing my ankle bracelet. Fetch it for me.”

Mark went to my dresser and retrieved the cold chain that held the key to his chastity cage. When he returned he got down on his knees and fastened it around my ankle.

When it was in place I smiled, “That’s much better. When I’m partying with my lover tonight I want to know that the key that controls your freedom to experience pleasure is safely attached to my ankle.”

I checked myself in the mirror one last time, picked up my purse and said, "Now we can go."

We drove silently for several minutes. Both of us were excited and I think that we needed a little time to relax and catch our breath.

As Mark pulled his car onto the freeway, I had a wicked thought. I unclasped my seat belt, spread my legs and put my right foot up on the dashboard.

I made sure that Mark was watching me, and then I lifted the hem of my skirt, pulled the crotch of my thong panties aside and started to rub my clit.

"Cuckboy, this is so exciting, tonight I am going to get to party with a real man." I sighed, "You can't imagine how bored I am with that puny little boy's peepee that you try to pass off as a cock."

I glanced over at Mark. He was trying to concentrate on his driving, but I could tell that he was enjoying my use.

"Cuckboy, I am going to have so much fun tonight. Helen and Jessica told me that Baxters is usually loaded with hot men. Did you hear me cucky? I said men, hot men, not pathetic little pussy boys like you."

I could tell that Mark was working hard trying to keep his attention focused on the road ahead, but I caught him sneaking quick peeks at me as I fingered my smooth wet cunt.

"I am so looking forward to unzipping a real man's trousers and taking his big hard cock out of his pants. Do you know what I'm going to do then cuckboy?" I didn't wait for an answer. "I'm going to put that great big man dick into my mouth and suck it."

I stared at Mark. "Does that make you jealous pussyboy? Does the thought of me with another man's cock in my mouth make you feel sad?" I laughed. It was a deliberately cruel laugh. "Especially when you know that I won't give you that pleasure."

I laughed some more. "What a pitiful wimp you are. You're driving your wife to a bar so that she can suck another man's cock."

I watched Mark. It was clear that he was enjoying my taunts so I continued. "Do you know what I am going to do after I suck my stud's cock? Again I didn’t wait for an answer. "I'm going to let him fuck me. I am going to let him push his big hard cock into my wet cunt. When he's all the way inside me, I'm going to let him pump his big dick in and out of my pussy until I start screaming in ecstasy and he shoots his hot load of baby making cum deep into my womb.

I started talking like a little girl. “Is that okay with you baby? Is it alright if I let the big man shoot his stuff into my sweet little pussy?"

My voice became more domineering. "You're not saying much are you cuckboy? I wonder why? Could it be that you're afraid that once I start fucking other men, I'll never let you fuck me again?"

I laughed. "You should be worried. That's exactly what's going to happen. Now that I'm dating other men again, you can forget about getting to fuck me. From now on, you're just going to be my little sissy wimp maid. Your only purpose is to bath me and dress me so that I can go out and party with my studs."

I took my fingers out of my wet cunt and rubbed them against Mark's lips. "Taste me cuckboy. Taste the pussy that's supposed to be reserved for you and only you. Tonight I am going to let another man play with this pussy. Tonight I'm going to let another man fuck this pussy. Tonight I am going to cuckold you for the second time."

We drove around a curve. Suddenly up ahead on the left we saw a large neon sign that said, "Baxter's Dining and Cocktails."

I looked at Mark. "Pull over. I want to talk to you for a moment before we get to Baxters."

Mark pulled the car onto the shoulder of the highway. It was dark; our headlights were the only illumination.

Mark put the car into park, sat back and took a deep breath. He was trying to regain his composure. It was obvious that he'd enjoyed my use.

Mark smiled at me, "April that was wonderful.

"Good, but were not done." I leaned over and kissed Mark on the lips. As I kissed him, I powerd my tongue into his mouth, reached under his shirt, grabbed his bare nipple and gave it a vicious twist.

Mark screamed in pain.

I broke off our kiss, but I kept twisting his nipple. The sadist in me was now in full control. "Beg me to stop!"

"Please Mistress April, You're hurting me."

I twisted harder. "That's not good enough; I want to hear you beg."

"Please stop. I beg you to stop."

I kept twisting Mark’s nipple with one hand. At the same time I started rubbing my clit with my other hand.

"Harder, beg harder."

Mark was crying from the pain. I was so excited that I was on the verge of having an orgasm.

"Please stop! I beg you to stop. I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

"Yes, anything."

"Beg me to let another man fuck me tonight."

"Yes, of course! Mistress April, I beg you to let another man fuck you tonight."

"Tell me you want me to let him to cum in my pussy."

"Yes please. I beg you to let him cum in your pussy."

I kept my vicious grip on Mark's nipple.

"Tell me you want him to fuck me without a condom."

Tears were running down Mark's cheek. He yelled, "Yes I beg you to let him fuck you without a condom!"

Suddenly I let go of Mark's nipple and started screaming as an orgasm exploded inside me.

For a moment I was helpless as the waves of pleasure ripped through my body. Finally my orgasm started to subside, my muscle relaxed and I slumped back into my car seat.

I lay perfectly still for several minutes. Eventually, I started to regain some composure. I slipped the crotch of my panties back into place, pulled my skirt down and sat up.

I leaned over and kissed Mark on the cheek. "Baby, did you enjoy that as much as I did?'

Mark looked at me and started laughing, "April that was absolutely incredible."

I giggled. "I thought you'd like it." I paused. "I didn't really hurt you did I?'

Mark shook his head. "Of course you did. That's why both of us enjoyed it so much."

I took a deep breath. "I guess were both a couple of pervs."

Mark laughed. "Isn’t it wonderful?"

I looked at my watch and sighed. "Baby it's time to go to Baxter's.

As Mark started our car and pulled back onto the highway I snuggled up to his shoulder. "Sweetheart, I love you so much. Don't ever forget that. No matter what happens tonight or in the future, please remember that I will always love you more than any other man in the world. Never forget that no matter what happens, I will always come back to you."

Mark turned our car into the entrance to Baxters and pulled up to the front door. As he stopped and shifted the car into park, I leaned over and whispered into his ear. "Remember your place and do not forget how to properly address me."

I waited for the doorman. When he opened the door, I got out and turned back to Mark. "Pussyboy, I should be done in about three hours. I call you when I'm ready to have you come back and pick me up. Now give me five dollars so that I can tip this gentleman."

Mark nodded, "Yes Mistress April." He reached back, got his wallet out of his trousers, took out a five dollar bill and handed it to me"

I turned to the doorman and handed him Mark's five dollars."

He smiled and took the money. "Thank you madam, that's very generous."

I leaned back into the car and winked at Mark as I said, "Pussyboy, you can go now, I'll call you when I want you."

Mark winked back at me. "Yes Mistress April, I'll be waiting for you."

When I turned to go inside the doorman opened the front door and said, "Good evening, welcome to Baxters. My name is Jerry."

I confidently walked through the door and said, "Thank you Jerry, you're very kind."

I was greeted by the maitre’d as soon as I walked into the Baxters.

"Good evening Madam, My name is Mel. May I seat you in the dining room?"

"Thank you Mel, that would be very nice, but I'm by myself. Is that a problem?"

Mel shook his head, "not at all. At Baxters, many of our late evening diners are unescorted women.

Mel picked up two menus and smiled. "Follow me please." He led me to a small table with two chairs. It was on the far side of the dining room.

He pulled out one of the chairs for me. "If you sit here, you will have an excellent view of the bar."

As I sat down Mel placed two menus in front of me. "The larger menu is our regular dinner menu. We will continue serving from that menu until 9:00 pm. The smaller menu is our light dining menu. Our late night customers often prefer that menu." He smiled at me. "Your server this evening will be Robert. He should be with you shortly."

"Thank you Mel."

After the maitre’d left I looked around the restaurant. Baxters seemed to be divided into two areas, the dining room and the bar. The dining room was about twice the size of my classroom. The bar appeared to be just a little smaller than my classroom.

The entrance to the restaurant was at one end of the dining room. The bar was at the opposite end. There was a small dance floor just to the left of the entrance to the bar.

At the end of the dining room near the entrance, there was a grouping of five or six large tables. Several of these tables were currently occupied by couples eating dinner together.

There was another grouping of tables at the end of the dining room near the bar and dance floor. There were several large tables in this group, but there were also at least a dozen small two permister tables like the one where I was currently seated. It appeared as though someone was deliberately trying to divide Baxters into two separate restaurants.

I looked around. I was the only one sitting in the bar half of the restaurant.

"Good evening, my name is Robert. I'll be your server this evening."

The voice came out of nowhere and startled me. I turned around. A man in his early thirties was standing next to me.

I laughed. "Robert you startled me."

"I'm sorry madam. I didn't mean to."

"I know that."

"Can I get you something from the bar?"

"Yes, I would love a glass of pinot grigio."

"Very good Madam, I'll be right back."

I looked at my watch. it was 8:15. I was obviously a little early. I decided that I should just enjoy the peace and quiet and relax.

As I started to unwind, I realized that I was hungry. The slices of cheese that Mark had prepared for me were a nice snack, but that’s all they were. I needed something a little more substantial.

I looked at the dinner menu. It contained the standard selection of steaks, prime rib and fish. A heavy dinner didn't appeal to me.

I opened the light dining menu. It was perfect. There was a nice selection of salads, sandwiches and appetizers.

Robert returned with my wine. As he set the glass in front of me he asked. "Would you like to order some food?"

I smiled. "Yes please."

"We have two specials tonight, pan fried trout and a ten ounce filet mignon."

I shook my head, "No thank you, I think I'd prefer something a little lighter."

Robert nodded. "Our club sandwich is a specialty of the house."

I closed the light dining menu and handed it to Robert. "That would be just perfect."

Robert picked up the dinner menu from the table and said, "Very good, I'll put your order in right away."

As Robert walked away I heard voices behind me. I turned; two women were just sitting down at the large table next to me.

They were both very attractive women in their early thirties.

One of them was wearing a very low cut, bright red, knee length dress. The skirt of her dress was slit almost to her waist. As she sat down, her skirt fell away to expose a sexy red garter belt and a pair of bright red nylon stockings. Once she was seated, she made no effort to cover her exposed leg.

The other woman was wearing a black leather miniskirt and a nearly transparent white blouse. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a brassiere. Apparently she hadn't attended the same school of seduction as Helen and Jessica.

Both of these women were dressed like sluts. I immediately knew that I liked them.

When they saw me looking at them they both smiled and said, "Hello."

I smiled back and also said, "Hello"

The woman in the red dress pulled out the chair next to her and said, "Would you like to join us."

"I would love to." I picked up my wine and walked over to their table. As I sat down I said, "I'm April Hansen."

The woman in the black miniskirt nodded and said, "I'm Madeline Conrad. Everyone calls me Maddie."

The woman in the red dress said, "I'm Brenda Adams. April, it’s nice to meet you."

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Robert came over. While he was taking food and take orders from Brenda and Maddie, I decided that the direct approach made the most sense.

As soon as he was gone, I looked at my two new friends and said, "I've been told that this is a place where a girl can find a little quick fun. Is that true?"

Maddie turned to Brenda and started laughing. "It appears that April is our kind of girl."

Brenda smiled at me. "Yes, your information is correct. Over the next 30 minutes that bar over there is going to fill with handsome men looking for a good time."

Maddie started giggling, "And were here to make sure they find it."

I leaned forward, "So tell me how it works?

Brenda looked at me. Just as she was about to start talking, Robert reappeared with our sandwiches and takes.

She waited for a moment while he set everything down. When he was gone she started again.

For the next 20 minutes we at our sandwiches while Brenda and Maddie told me everything I needed to know about Baxters. As they described the place I started to believe that I'd just found hot wife heaven.

As we were finishing our sandwiches, a disc jockey appeared next to the dance floor and started playing romantic dance music.

We looked around. While we were talking, the bar had filled with men and the dining room had filled with women. Baxters had come alive.

Maddie poked Brenda in the ribs. "It's playtime."

Brenda looked at me. "April it's time to start shopping."

All three of us focused our attention on the bar. The men were standing in groups of two and three. They were casually chatting and takeing. While they talked, they kept discreetly glancing into the dining room. They were carefully keeping track of what we were doing.

Maddie leaned over and whispered to Brenda. "Jack Taylor is here. I played with him about two months ago. He was wonderful."

Brenda smiled. "I remember. You raved about him for the whole next week."

Maddie giggled. "I want him again."

She started staring at a very handsome man in his late thirties. As soon as she caught his eye, she began lasciviously licking her lips.

The man smiled at her. He turned to his companions at the bar, politely excused himself and walked over to our table."

"Maddie, what a pleasant surprise, I was hoping you would be here tonight."

Maddie gestured to chair next to her. "Please join us."


She made quick introductions. As soon as Jack was seated, she turned to him and started a quiet conversation. It was obvious that we weren't included. Jack was her playmate for the evening. Brenda and I needed to focus our attention on finding our.

I wasn't long before Brenda started smiling. She was staring at a younger man. He appeared to be my age. I was later to learn that Brenda had a thing for guys in their early twenties.

She followed the same pattern as Maddie and had equal success. It was a matter of minutes before her young man was introducing himself and sitting down at our table. His name was Stewart. Brenda and Stewart immediately fell into a private conversation.

I kept surveying the bar. Suddenly I saw him. He was standing against the wall by himself. He was a tall man in his mid thirties. Many of the men at Baxters were wearing sport coats and ties, but not him. He was dressed in a nice pair of slacks and a golf shirt. It was easy to see why. A sport coat would have concealed his muscular body.

He was sipping a bottle of beer. There was a wonderfully confident air about him.

As I watched him I decided that he was the one.

I followed Brenda and Maddie's lead and started staring at him. As soon as I caught his eye, I began licking my lips.

He smiled at me and walked over to our table.

I pulled out the chair next to me and said, "I'm April, would you like to sit down?"

He smiled, "Yes, I'd like that very much."

He had a soft, melodious voice. It was very sexy.

As he sat down he said, "I'm Mitch, It's nice to meet you April."

We spent the next few minutes getting to know each other.

Mitch was a building contractor. His wife, Tammy was the executive secretary for the CEO of a large corporation.

They had an open marriage. Tammy was having an affair with her boss and Mitch freely dated other women. They didn't have any youngren.

When Mitch was done telling his story he looked at me and asked, "Are you married?"

I nodded my head and said, "Yes."

He smiled, "Good."

"Why do you say that?"

He shrugged, "Most single women are looking for a husband. I already have a wife. The last thing I want is to get into a serious relationship with another woman."

I loved Mitch's open honesty. He was also saying the exact things I wanted to hear.

"Does your husband know you're here?"

I smiled, "Yes he does."

"Do the two of you have an open marriage?"

I shrugged. "It's more like a half open marriage."

Mitch laughed. "What does that mean?"

"I get to fool around, my husband doesn't."

Mitch got a puzzled look on his face. "How does that work?"

I started giggling. "Let's just that equality isn't an important part of our marriage."

Mitch started laughing. "April now you've really piqued my curiosity."

While we were talking, both Maddie and Brenda had left the table and moved to the dance floor.

I grabbed Mitch's hand. "If we get to know each other a little better, I'll tell you all about it. In the meantime why don't you ask me to dance?"

Mitch grinned at me. "That's a deal." He stood up, gallantly bowed and offered me his arm. "April Hansen, may I have this dance?"

I smiled, stood up and took his arm. "Thank you kind sir, I would love to dance with you."

The disc jockey at Baxter's only plays slow romantic ballads. People don't come here to go dancing. At Baxter's the dance floor is a stage for discreet foreplay.

As soon as we started dancing, Mitch's hands were all over me. I made no effort to stop him. I just laid my head against his chest and enjoyed his caresses.

As we slowly moved to the rhythm of the music Mitch put his hand on my breast. I just sighed and held him closer.

He leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Would you like to go out to the parking lot with me?"

I looked up at him and smiled. "Yes, I'd like that very much."

Mitch took me by the hand and led me into the bar.

"What are we doing in here? I thought we were going to the parking lot."

He laughed. "We are, were just using the back door."

Mitch gestured to his left. There was a small door leading outside. He offered me his arm, "Come with me my dear, my carriage awaits us."

I was laughing as I took Mitch's arm. "Thank you my prince. I can't wait."

Mitch escorted me through the door. As soon as we stepped outside we encountered a man in a small guard shack.

Mitch discreetly passed him a folded five dollar bill. "Phil, this is April, were on our way out my car for a little relaxation."

Phil took the money, "Thank you Mr. Clark. It's a nice evening; I'll see that no one disturbs you."

He turned to me. "It's nice to meet you April. My name is Phil. Welcome to Baxter's parking lot. It's my job to guarantee your privacy this evening."

I smiled at Phil. "Thank you Phil, it's nice to meet you to."

Mitch grabbed my hand. "Come on April, my car is over here."

I was pleased to see that he was pointing at a Cadillac Escalade. I was worried that we would be trying to play in the back seat of a sub compact.

The back parking lot at Baxters was surrounded by thick woods. Someone had strung white Christmas lights in the upper branches of the trees. The lights gave the parking lot a magical feel. They also provided just enough illumination so that we could see where we were going.

As we walked to Mitch's car, we passed a black Lincoln Town Car. I couldn't stop myself from peeking. Brenda's playmate for the evening was in the back seat. He was leaning back against the left rear window. His eyes were closed; there was a big smile on his face. I couldn't see Brenda. I assumed she was giving him a blow job.

Mitch's opened the rear door of his Escalade. The back seat was already folded down. A thick wool blanket covered the entire rear area of the SUV. There were two pillows at the far end. It was really quite inviting.

We both got in. As soon as Mitch pulled the rear door closed, he laid down next to me. I put my arms around him and gave him a long passionate kiss. While I was kissing him I felt him unzip the back of my dress and unclasp my brassiere. Mitch quickly found my left nipple and started rolling it between his fingers.

I reached down to his crotch. I was anxious to find out what he was bringing to the party. I was pleasantly surprised. My playmate for the evening was well endowed. I quickly unbuckled Mitch's belt, opened his trousers and took his huge cock out. A little thrill went through me when I actually saw it. I loved looking at large erect penises.

I slid down and kissed the head of that beautiful cock then looked at Mitch, "If you take your shoes and pants off, I'll give you a blow job."

He smiled. "That's an offer I won't refuse."

While Mitch was taking his pants off, I quickly removed my dress and brassiere.

As soon as he had his pants off, Mitch laid back and rested his head on the two pillows. His love tower was sticking straight up in the air. I laid down so that my head was next to his beautiful erection and my pussy was near Mitch's shoulders.

As I put Mitch's cock into my mouth, I felt him pulling my panties down. I closed my eyes and sucked Mitch's cock while he fingered my cunt.

As we played with each other, our passion quickly grew. My earlier games with Mark had left me hungry for more excitement. I attacked Mitch's cock with an unbridled frenzy.

I gasped with pleasure as I felt Mitch push three of his huge fingers into my cunt. I slid further down and sucked on Mitch's balls while I continued pumping his cock with my right hand.

Suddenly he gasped as his huge erection spit a thick stream of gooey warm semen. The first spurt of cum landed in my hair. When Mitch started ejaculating I sat up, but I didn't stop pumping his cock. The next shot of semen hit my forehead. The third stream landed between Mitch's legs. The last spurts of semen oozed onto my hand.

Eventually, Mitch started to lose his erection, but I still didn't stop milking him. I wanted to coax every last drop of cum from his softening penis.

Mitch laid quietly for a moment then he sat up and reached for his pants. He took out his handkerchief. As he wiped his semen off of my forehead he smiled at me, "April that was wonderful."

I grinned at him, "I thought so to." I reached down and gently rolled his flaccid penis between my fingers. "What's the chance of having a second performance?"

Suddenly I felt Mitch's penis start to grow. "I giggled and said, it appears that round two is already starting."

I leaned down and licked Mitch's balls. I imagined I was an Egyptian snake charmer as I watched his flaccid penis slowly grow into a menacing viper.

When he was fully erect I laid down and placed my head on the pillows. "All right stud man. Let's see what you've got. It's time to fuck me."

Mitch started laughing. "April that's one challenge I'm more than willing to accept."

Mitch mounted me. My entire body tingled as I felt him push his enormous erection into my cunt.

When he was all the way inside me he stopped and laid perfectly still.

I wrapped my arms around him and whispered into his ear. "That feels so good. I love having you inside me."

I gasped as I felt Mitch start to move. He quickly fell into a slow easy rhythm. Each thrust was long and deliberate. Mitch was a powerful lover.

I wrapped my legs around his thighs and bucked my hips to meet each of his vigorous thrusts.

We started to attack each other. Mitch wasn't a gentle lover. He was a mighty warrior trying to conquer me. I wasn't about to become an easy conquest. I fought back. I was a goddess. I was more than capable of waging war with any foe.

I don't know how long the battle lasted. We both lost track of the time. It finally ended in a draw.

I noticed Mitch's breathing getting faster and faster. When I felt his back muscles start to tighten, I locked my legs around his hips and held him deep inside me. At the same moment I felt the tension building in my own body. My orgasm erupted at the same moment that Mitch started to ejaculate.

Waves of pleasure rolled through my body while Mitch shot spurt after spurt of fertile semen deep into my womb.

Gradually our bodies started to relax. Mitch rolled off of me and laid back with a big grin on his face.

After a moment we both started laughing.

Mitch looked at me, "April that was sensational."

I smiled, "You were pretty wonderful yourself."

I leaned over and kissed Mitch. "Honey I hope you don't mind, but it's late. I have to get up in the morning and teach school. It's time for me to go home.

Mitch nodded. "I have to get up early to. We had a wonderful time, but you're right, it's time to call it a night."

I opened my purse and took out my cell phone. "Do you mind if I call my husband?"

Mitch shook his head, "Not at all."

I called Mark's cell phone. He picked up after one ring.

"Hello?"

"Hi Cuckboy, it's me."

"Hi April, Do you want me to come and get you?'

"Yes, my lover and I are all done."

Mark was silent for a moment. Finally he said, "So you did find a man."

"Yes, and he was wonderful. I had a really good time with him."

"I'm glad to hear that."

"Sweetheart, come and get me. It's late, I'm tired and I want to be with you. I'll tell you all about Mitch when we get home."

"I'll leave right away."

"Thank you, Mark honey when you get here, just tell Jerry the doorman that you’re here to pick up April Hansen. He'll come into the restaurant and get me."

I was about to hang up when I thought of something else.

"Sweetheart, be sure you tell Jerry you're my husband."

When I turned my phone off, I noticed that Mitch was staring at me.

I smiled at him. "What's the matter?"

"You just called your husband Cuckboy. What does that mean?"

I shook my head. "That's a long story. I think we need to save it for another night."

Mitch nodded, "Alright, but the next time we get together, you’re going to tell me about all about your relationship with your husband."

I laughed. "That's a promise."

We quickly got dressed. I tried to put myself back together, but getting dressed in the back of an SUV is not easy in the best circumstances.

I'd just been ravaged by Attila the Hun. I knew I looked like it, and I knew that there was very little I could do about it.

Mitch walked me to the bar door. When we got inside, He kissed me and said, "I had a wonderful time. I’d like to see you again."

I smiled. "I had a wonderful time to. You can call me any time you want."

He took out his wallet, found a business card and walked over to the bar. "Hey Mike, can I borrow a pen."

"Sure Mitch," The bartender threw him a ball point.

Mitch caught it in the air and turned to me. "What's your telephone number?"

I gave him both my home telephone number and my cell phone number.

As he wrote them down he asked, "Do I have to be careful about what I say if your husband answers the telephone."

I laughed. "No not at all, in fact I’d prefer it if you're very direct about who you are."

Mitch shook his head. "I have to hear more about this."

I went into the ladies room and tried to straighten myself up but it was a hopeless task. There were runs in both of my stockings, my makeup was an absolute disaster and my hair was completely disheveled. To make matters worse, when I tried to comb my hair I discovered that there were several patches of dried semen in it.

I did the best I could to repair my appearance and walked out into the dining room.

Maddie and Brenda were both back at our table. They were takeing coffee. I walked over to them.

Maddie looked up when she heard me approaching. She nudged Brenda. "Take a look at our new friend."

Brenda chuckled. "Honey it looks like you just had a date with a gorilla."

I smiled at Brenda as I sat down, "I did and he was absolutely magnificent."

Maddie leaned forward, "Who was this guy?"

"Mitch Clark, he says he comes here a lot."

Brenda nodded, "He does. I've never had him, but I've seen him here many times."

Maddie grinned, "Well I want him, natural sex is wonderful."

I smiled at her, "your going to have to wait your turn. He's promised me a second performance."

Just then Mel, the maitre’d walked up to me. "Ms. Hansen, Jerry the doorman has just informed me that your husband is here to pick you up."

"Thank you Mel." I turned to Maddie and Brenda. "I want to thank both of you for letting me join you tonight. I enjoyed your company."

Brenda smiled at me. April, we enjoyed your company to. We would love to have you join us again. We come here every Thursday evening,"

"I'll try to come back as soon as I can. Maybe I'll see the two of you next Thursday." I turned to leave.

"April, before you go can I ask you one more question?" It was Brenda.

I turned back and looked at her, "Of course."

"Are you going to meet your husband looking like that?"

I laughed, "Yes I am."

"Aren't you worried about what he's going to say? I mean it's obvious that you've been partying with a guy."

"My husband is very aware of what I was doing here tonight."

"And he's not upset about it?'

"Let's just say that he accepts it."

Brenda stared at me for a moment then she said, "Honey we have got to talk."

Mark was parked by the front door when I came out of Baxter's. Jerry the doorman opened the car door for me.

As I got into the car Jerry said, "It looks like you had a good time at Baxter's tonight."

I giggled. "I certainly did."

As soon as Jerry closed the car door; I turned to Mark, "Sweetheart, let's go home."

Mark turned the car around and pulled out onto the highway. Once we were moving at the speed limit I turned to him, "Did you miss me?"

Mark looked at me and nodded. "Yes of course I missed you, time moves very slowly when you know the woman you love is most likely in the arms of another man."

I giggled, "The evening went really fast for me. I was in the arms of another man and he was very good at entertaining me."

Mark didn't say anything; He just stared at the road ahead.

I suddenly regretted my comment. It was late, we were both tired. I'd already taunted Mark enough tonight. We would play some more when we got home. Right now I just wanted to love him.

I put my hand on his leg. "Thank you for coming to get me. It's really nice to be with you."

Mark smiled at me, "it's really nice to be with you to."

For several minutes we rode together in quiet silence. It wasn't an awkward silence. We were just enjoying each others presence.

Mark finally broke the silence. "Would you like to tell me about the man you met tonight?"

I ran my hand across Mark's crotch. He was wearing his chastity cage, but I knew that touching him there would still be exciting for him.

"Do you want to hear about him?"

He swallowed hard. "Yes, I think I do."

I massaged his balls. "I plan to tell you all about him, but I would rather wait until we get home."

Mark nodded. "I understand."

I kept massaging Mark's crotch. "Earlier tonight I was very cruel to you. Did you enjoy that?"

He looked at me and smiled, "Yes, very much."

"Do you want me to be nice to you when we get home or do you want me to be cruel again?"

Mark grinned at me. He didn't have to think about it at all. "I want you to be very cruel."

A little thrill of excitement went through me. "Drive faster; I can't wait until we get home."

GH; great segment . Can't wait for the next one!

Well GH, your creative juices are running almost as much as April is on the way home. I'm so glad. Great piece, again.