Life on Oak Grove Drive - April's Story

Thanks gentlemen

Its nice to hear from you.

I'm getting tired as I try to finish this story. I can use a little encouragement.

Thanks

GH

As soon as we walked through the front door of our house, I threw my arms around Mark and kissed him. "I love you Mark. I love you more than any permister in the whole world."

He laughed. "If this is really cruel, I can't imagine what kind is like."

I started giggling, "Be careful wise guy, You don't want to give me any extra reamisters to punish you tonight."

Mark smiled at me. "April honey, I don't think you need any justification for punishing me." He paused, "That's one of the 957,834 reamisters that I'm madly in love with you."

I kissed him. "I want to hear everyone of those reamisters right now."

Mark shook his head. "Sorry, it's not your turn. It's my turn and I want to hear every detail about your evening."

I raised my eyebrows; "My my my, aren't you the kinky one tonight."

Mark grinned at me and slowly nodded his head.

I smiled at him. "I think little cuckboys are supposed to be naked when they hear their naughty wives tell them about the fun they have with their lovers."

Mark politely bowed and said, "Yes Mistress April.

He quickly removed his clothing. When he was naked he got down on his knees and said, "Mistress April how may I serve you."

"Undress me slave."

Mark removed my clothing and carefully hung everything in the closet.

As he was doing this I said, "Tomorrow when you come home from work, I expect you to hand wash the lingerie that I wore tonight. My lover liked it; he may want me to wear it for him again."

"Yes Mistress, I will see to it."

When he was done, he again got down on his knees. This time he kissed my feet before he looked up at me. "How else may I serve you Mistress?"

"Pour me a glass of wine and bring it into the bedroom. Set it on my night table and pull down the covers on the bed. Call me when everything is ready."

Mark disappeared into the kitchen. I sat down, picked up the newspaper and looked at the front page.

I was just starting to read the headline article when Mark walked through the living room carrying a glass of white wine on a tray.

A moment later he came out of the bedroom. "Mistress, everything is ready for you."

I set the newspaper down, walked into the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Pussyboy, pile up several pillows for my head."

Mark quickly fluffed up three pillows and laid them on top of each other.

I Laid down on the bed, put my head on the pillows and spread my legs. When I was nice and comfortable I looked at Mark. "Kneel on the bed at my feet cuckboy."

Mark obediently did as I instructed.

"Cuckboy, look at my cunt. Do you see how stretched and raw it is? That's how it looks after a real man's done with me."

Mark stared at my swollen pussy.

"Do you see Mitch's dried semen on the lips of my cunt?"

I smiled at Mark. "Mitch Clark was my lover’s name. He was a very handsome man.
Why don’t you lick his dried cum off of the lips of my pussy while I describe him to you."

Mark started to lick my cunt. I closed my eyes. "Mitch is very tall, much taller than you. He's bigger to. He has a huge muscular chest and large powerful arms. No one would ever call him a little wimp."

I looked down at Mark. "Can you taste his semen wimp? Mitch came two times tonight. The first time he came while I was giving him a blow job." I paused for a moment, "Did you hear that cuckboy? I sucked another man's cock tonight." I sat up and stared into Mark's eyes, "I loved every second of it. It’s so much fun to suck a really big dick."

I laid back down on the pillows and closed my eyes again. "The second time he came, he was fucking me. Wimpboy Mitch is a man. When he cums, he doesn't squirt out a little dribble of watery jizz like you; he ejaculates spurt after spurt of thick, gooey, fertile semen."

I giggled, "You're licking up some of that cum right now." I stopped to think for a moment. "Cuckboy, you’d better lick my thighs clean to. I could feel Mitch's semen running down my legs while I he was walking me back into the restaurant."

For a few moments I enjoyed the sensation of Mark's tongue cleaning my thighs, but I quickly got bored with that. I was ready for more intense pleasures.

I sat up, grabbed Mark's hair and viciously yanked him forward.

He yelped in pain. "Ow, that hurt."

"Did it?" I took a deep breath, "Good."

I rolled Mark onto his back and grabbed him around his throat. "It's time for me to go riding and you're going to be my pony."

I turned so that I was facing Mark's feet and slung my leg over his head so that I was straddling him. "Look up at my cunt cuckboy. I let Mitch cum inside me tonight, so you should get a nice nutritious snack while I'm riding you."

I sat down on Mark's face. For a moment I remained perfectly still and enjoyed the pleasant feeling of Mark's lips on my pussy; then I slowly started to rock back and forth.

"Lick me pony boy. I want to feel you lapping up all of Mitch's cum as it runs out of my cunt."

I little thrill rippled through me as I felt Mark's tongue massage the lips of my pussy.

My excitement started to build. I leaned forward, grabbed Mark's nipples and gave them a savage twist."

Mark cried in pain, but I didn't care, at that moment I was a sadistic bitch. I just twisted harder. My little slaveboy had asked me to be cruel, and I was now happily obliging him."

"Make me cum, and I'll let go."

Mark increased the speed of his tongue.

I twisted his nipples even harder, "Faster, lick me faster."

Mark started working at a frenzied pace.

The pleasure inside me was rapidly building to a crescendo. It was becoming so intense that it was almost excruciating. Suddenly I screamed as the orgasm exploded inside me. I locked my legs around Mark's head and rode him like a bucking bronco while the waves of pleasure ripped through my body.

Gradually the intensity of my orgasm started to subside. Mark gasped for air as I rolled off of his face and laid on the bed next to him. After a moment I kissed his cheek. "Are you okay sweetheart?"

Mark laughed, "Yes that was wonderful." He rolled over and looked at me. "But I haven't cum yet and I’d really like to."

"Go get the key for your chastity cage. You put it on my dresser when you hung my clothes up."

Mark stood up. As he walked over to my dresser I said, "Bring me a damp washcloth to."

After he got the key from my dresser, Mark went into the bathroom. He quickly reappeared with the washcloth.

Mark sat on the side of the bed while I removed his chastity cage and wiped his cock and balls with the damp cloth. His little penis immediately sprang to attention when I touched it with the damp cloth.

"My my, someone is certainly very excited."

I leaned over and kissed Mark. "I'm sorry sweetheart; I won't let you fuck me tonight. Mitch has me so stretched out that I'd never feel you inside me." I giggled, "Besides, I think Mitch laid a pretty strong claim to my body tonight. For the time being he holds all the rights to my mouth and my pussy." I thought for a moment, "I think those rights extend to my hands to."

I shook my head, "I'm sorry baby, but I think you're going to have to be content with just jacking off tonight. We really don't want to risk offending Mitch, do we?" I patted Mark's face, "You understand, don't you sweetheart?"

Mark and I both knew that this was total nonsense. We fully understood that this was just another way for me to torment him.

Mark looked disappointed. I suspect that he was hoping for a blowjob or at least a handjob.

I felt a little tingle of excitement, being a dominant bitch was so much fun."

I smiled at Mark. "Sweetheart, I don't think Mitch would mind if you licked my ass while you jacked off."

I rolled over onto my stomach. "There you are sweetheart, enjoy yourself and be sure to let me know when you're done."

super segment, gh! i can't wait for more. reading you write about Baxters, Brenda and Maddie is like coming home. great work. priss

And another. Tired but clearly not defeated yet. This is clearly the spirit that won the Battle of the Bulge. What a great line to end on too. The image of poor Mark taking care of himself after all that. Great GH.

Hey Priss

Nice to hear from you. I'm trying to make April very dominant at the end of this story. I'm glad your enjoying it.

Peak

Thanks, I like that line to. Cuck stories lend themselves to single statements that can be very erotic.

I alway love the stories where I read lines like "My wife was standing next to her boss, she was naked."

Anyway, thanks as I said earlier, I am getting tired as I try to wrap this story up, a little encouragement is very much appreciated.

thanks to both of you

GH

By the way, here's the next segment

I keep having ideas that get me sidetracked from writing the end

On Saturday night we had dinner at Helen's. Morris and Jessica were there. Everyone was excited to hear about my evening at Baxter's.

Mark and I spent Sunday together watching NFL football. That night after we went to bed, I sat on his face and told him about the old football gang bang parties. It was his favorite bed time story.

Monday evening Mark made me a wonderful dinner of broiled tuna and rice pilaf. He served it with a very nice chardonnay. After dinner he gave me a bath

While he was washing me, the telephone rang.

Mark picked it up, "Good evening, April Hansen's residence." This was of course how Mark was always required to answer the telephone.

"May I ask whose calling?"

Mark turned to me, "It's Mitch Clark."

I smiled. This was a nice surprise.

I was about to get out of the tub, when I stopped. I suddenly had a wicked idea. It was time for Mr. Clark to get a little better view of my relationship with my husband. This was also a wonderful chance to make Mark humble himself with one of my lovers.

I winked at Mark. "Tell him that you're giving me a bath. Ask if you can relay a message, remember your manners."

Mark smiled at me. He knew just what I was doing.

"Mr. Clark, I'm giving my Mistress her bath right now, can I relay a message for you?"

"Yes, I am her husband."

"Yes sir, I do know who you are. Mistress April told me all about you when she got home last Thursday night. She had a wonderful time with you."

Mark was doing an outstanding job, but I decided that I had to get involved. This game was turning out to be too much fun to stay on the sidelines.

I stepped out of the bathtub and picked up a towel. Mark usually dries me off, but this was a special circumstance.

As soon as I was dry I handed Mark my towel and said, "Give me the telephone please."

Mark handed me the phone.

"Hello Mitch, it's April. I'm so glad you called."

"April, was that really your husband?'

I laughed, "It certainly was."

"He calls you Mistress April."

"Yes he does. Mitch, my husband and I have a slightly different relationship."

"What do you mean?"

"Mitch, my husband lives as my slave."

"You're kidding."

"No, I'm being very serious."

"Holy cuckolds brownie!"

"Tonight my husband prepared and served my dinner. After dinner he cleaned the kitchen and ate his dinner while I relaxed and read the newspaper. When he was done with the kitchen chores he drew a bath for me and was washing me when you called."

"April, I don't understand. Why would any man be willing..."

"Mitch, you don't have to understand. You only have to accept the fact that it works for us and were very happy. I love Mark and Mark loves me. I'm very dominant and my husband is very submissive. He loves being my slave and I love having a slave."

"This is amazing."

I laughed. "I suppose that it is." I paused, "Mitch, my relationship with Mark only affects you in one way."

"What's that?"

One of my rights as Mark's dominant mistress is the freedom to party with other guys. You may not understand our life style, but it's the reamister you got to fuck me last Thursday night."

Mitch was silent for a moment. Finally he said. "You're not going to try to make me a slave are you?"

I started laughing. "No Honey, you don't have to worry about that. You're not a little wimp like my husband."

"Did he leave the room?"

"No he's standing right here."

"You just called him a little wimp. Doesn't that make him mad?"

"He is a little wimp and no it doesn't make him mad. My little pussyboy loves it when I use him."

I realized I was getting cold and I also wanted to sit down.

I turned to Mark, "Cuckboy, Fetch me my robe. I'm going into the living room so I can sit down while I talk to my lover."

I walked into the living room with the cordless telephone. Mark brought me my robe and held it for me while I slipped it on.

"Mitch, pussyboy just put my robe on me, but if you were here I'd take it off. I'd love to have you see my naked body again."

I heard Mitch take a deep breath.

I sat down on the couch. As I sat down, I looked at Mark, snapped my fingers and pointed to my feet. Mark immediately got on his knees and started to kiss my toes.

"I'm sitting on the couch right now. I wish you were sitting next to me. You could open my robe and play with my tits. You liked playing with my tits last Thursday didn't you Mitch?"

"Yes I did." Mitch paused, "April, where's you're husband right now?"

I giggled, "The little wimp is kneeling at my feet kissing my toes."

"No cuckolds brownie?"

"I promise you that I'm telling the truth."

"Doesn't it bother him when he hears you talking to me about playing around?"

"Yes, it does bother him; but he also loves it. Mitch, my husband is a masochist. He gets off on pain and offense."

"I don't know April, this is hard to get used to."

"Mitch, don't think about it, you're not hurting anyone, just enjoy yourself. I guarantee you that both Mark and I are enjoying every minute of this."

"I guess so."

"Mitch honey, do you know what I'd do if you were here?"

"What?"

"I'd unzip your pants and take out that great big beautiful cock of yours."

I could hear Mitch sigh.

"Then I'd put it into my mouth and suck it. You loved it when I sucked your cock last Thursday didn't you Mitch?"

"Yes, it was wonderful."

"Remember how you came all over my hair and my face. That was so hot." I paused, "Mitch when can I see you again?"

"That's why I called. My wife is going out of town with her boss next Thursday. If you’d like, we could spend the whole evening together at my house. April, I would love to fuck you in a bed."

I giggled, "I'd like that to big boy. Let me check with my husband."

I looked down at Mark. "Pussyboy, my lover wants me to come over to his house on Thursday so that we can fuck in his bed. Is that okay with you?"

Mark looked up at me and smiled, "Yes Mistress, It's your right to play with anyone you want."

Mitch was laughing. "You guys are incredible." He paused. "April, I have to go. My wife just came home. I'll call you Thursday afternoon and give you directions to my house." Mitch paused again, "April, you'd better eat dinner before you come over, I'm not much of a cook."

"I could bring my slave. He could cook dinner for both of us."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. Finally, Mitch said, "Thank you, but I'm not sure that I'm ready for that just yet."

I laughed, "I understand. I'll see you Thursday."

"Goodbye April." Mitch hung up.

I set our telephone down and patted the couch next to me. "Mark honey, come sit with me."

As soon as Mark was next to me I leaned over and kissed him. "That was fun."

He smiled, "Yes it was."

"Would you like to go into the bedroom and fool around?"

"Yes please."

I stood up, "Come on ponyboy, I feel like doing a little riding."

GH, it occurs to me that if this story ends, it will only be because you stop posting it. These characters are real now, and they will carry on their adventures in your head long after you finish this tale. Lines and situations will occur to you when you're out walking or dropping off to relax at night. Sometimes, you'll jot them down.

Your gentle urgings and my own imagination has started something similar with me. It's fun sometimes to explore the dynamics. To imagine how it could actually be real. The reamister I haven't posted anything is I am even more aware of the huge gulf between these characters talking and words appearing on this page. I salute you again for bridging that gap for us so often. Thanks

Peak

Your comments are both accurate and thought provoking.

I am almost finished with this story. When it's completed, I would like to respond to your post in detail.

You raised some issues that I am spending a lot of time thinking about right now.

In the meantime, here is a short post.

Please bear with me, I am scrambling to write as fast as I can.

GH

Mark and I both spent the next two days eagerly anticipating my date with Mitch.

When Thursday finally arrived I left school right after my final class and went to the boutique.

When I walked in, Helen, Jessica and Lorraine were all there.

As soon as Lorraine saw me he grinned and said, "It's my favorite hotwife."

Helen cleared her throat and said, "Slave, I think you might want to rephrase that greeting."

Helen walked over to Lorraine and whispered into his ear. "We'll address your little gaff when we get home. I'll want to have my whip available during our discussion."

Lorraine winked at me while Helen walked over and kissed my cheek.

Jessica smiled, "Are you excited about your date tonight?"

I beamed at them, "Yes very much."

Lorraine looked at me, "Honey have you decide what you're going to wear?"

I nodded, "Yes, I'm just going to his house so I thought I’d wear jeans."

Lorraine shook his head. I think he was disappointed. He loved putting together sexy outfits.

Jessica smiled with approval. "I think April is right. This is a casual date, jeans should be very appropriate."

Helen thought for a moment, "I agree, jeans should be fine.” She smiled, “They can also be very sexy, especially if she wears a pair of high heels with them."

Jessica laughed, "I'm not sure it really matters, I doubt she's going to have them on very long after she gets to Mitch's house."

Lorraine was rummaging through one of the shelves, suddenly he said, "Here it is."

He turned and held up the most beautiful peasant blouse that I'd ever seen. "This would go very nicely with a pair of jeans."

Helen smiled. "My baby does have an eye for clothing. Yes, that would be perfect."

I visited with Helen, Jessica and Lorraine for a few minutes, then left to go home. Mark was going to leave work early today. I wanted to be able to spend some time with him before he drove me to Mitch's house.

As I stated before, this is a wonderful story and I will miss it when it ends. Remember whenever you are ready for me to email you a complete version in word, just let me know where to send it.

Thanks for all your efforts in creating this great story. I know the amount of effort it takes to write something this good. Great Job.

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Thankyou very much

I'm glad your still enjoying the story.

I'll email you about the word document

GH

Mark was still at work when I got home. I looked at the clock. It was just after 4:30. I wasn’t due at Mitch's until 7:00. I had a little spare time.

I sat down in my chair and closed my eyes. A few minutes of relaxation felt good. I was just thinking about the things I had to do before we left for Mitch's when I heard Mark's key in the door.

I got up and hugged Mark as he walked into the house.

He laughed, "Someone’s in a good mood."

I grinned at my husband. "There's nothing that boosts a woman's spirits faster than the possibility of a good fuck."

Mark sighed, "I think Mitch is going to be one lucky guy this evening."

I nodded, "You can bet on that cuckboy."

We both glanced at the clock. It was just after 5:00.

I looked at Mark, "Draw me a bath and iron the jeans that you washed last night, come and get me when my bath is ready."

As soon as Mark disappeared into the bedroom, I sat down and picked up a magazine. As I relaxed, I smiled to myself about the advantages of having a slave.

Mark was back in a very short time. "Mistress April, your bath is ready."

I stood up. "Very good cuckboy."

Mark followed me into the bedroom. As he undressed me, I noticed that my freshly ironed jeans were hanging in the closet.

Mark gave me a slow, luxurious bath. When he was done he dried me off and brought me my terry cloth robe.

As Mark followed me back into the bedroom I said, "Prepare me some dinner. You can warm up a slice of the quiche that you made last night. I'd also like a small salad and a glass of pinot grigio. You can bring me the wine right now."

Mark bowed his head and said,” Yes Mistress, I'll see to it immediately."

As soon as Mark was gone, I started putting on my eye makeup.

Mark brought my glass of wine, set it on my makeup table and returned to the kitchen. A few minutes later, he brought me my dinner.

I smiled at him as he set it down. "Pussyboy, you're very good to me."

Mark politely curtsied. "I try very hard Mistress."

"When I come home from my date tonight, maybe we can think of a special little treat for you."

Mark grinned. "I would like that very much Mistress."

I smiled at my husband. "I won't make any promises, but your devoted service should be rewarded from time to time." I handed him my hair brush, "Now make yourself useful and brush my hair while I eat my dinner."

When I was done eating Mark took my dirty dishes into the kitchen.

When he returned I was standing naked in front of my full length mirror. I was holding two pairs of panties a yellow pair and a red pair.

"Mark honey, which of these panties do you think Mitch will find sexier?"

Mark thought for a moment and said, "You’ll look very sexy in either pair, but my guess is that Mitch would prefer the yellow ones."

I giggled, "I guess it doesn't really matter, they won't be on for very long."

I handed the yellow panties to Mark. "Put them on for me."

Mark got on his knees. As I stepped into the panties I laughed, "Hey cuckboy, how does it feel to be putting pair of panties on your wife when you know another man is going to be taking them off."

"I'm very envious of him Mistress."

I laughed, "You should be, he's going to get to do things to me tonight that you will never be allowed to do."

"Yes Mistress, I understand."

As Mark pulled my panties up my legs I started to feel wicked. "Cuckboy, would you like to kiss my pussy?"

"Yes Mistress, very much."

"Beg."

Mark looked up at me.

I repeated myself, "Beg."

"Mistress April, may I please be allowed to have the privilege of kissing your pussy."

I shook my head and laughed. "No I don't think so. I think that tonight my pussy is Mitch's exclusive property ."

Mark stared at the floor.

"Oh poor baby, you feel bad don't you. The big man gets to have all the fun and you don't get any." I paused and pretended to think. "Lets see, Mitch is a very understanding man." I turned around. "I don't think he'd mind if you licked my asshole." I giggled as I bent over and rested my arms on the back of the chair from my makeup table. "Go for it cuckboy."

A little thrill went through me as I felt Mark push his tongue into my ass. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his efforts for several minutes .

Finally I pushed him away and turned around. "That was nice, a little cuckboy should always lick his wife's asshole before she goes out on a date with another man."

I grabbed Mark and pulled him up. "Come on pussyboy, it's time for me to finish dressing. We don't want me to keep my stud waiting do we."

I quickly put on my jeans, the new peasant blouse and my high heels. When I was dressed I looked at my husband and said, "How do I look?"

Mark took a deep breath. "Mistress April, you look gorgeous."

I smiled at Mark. "Are you envious of Mitch?'

He nodded, "yes, very much."

I walked over and patted his face, "You should be."

I picked up my purse. I was just about to tell Mark that it was time to go when I stopped and smiled at him. "I almost forgot, we still have one last detail to take care of don't we?"

Mark nodded, "Yes Mistress, we do."

"Fetch it."

Mark retrieved his chastity cage. I sat down on the edge of the bed. After he pulled his pants and panties down, I quickly slipped the cage onto his cock and balls. When it was securely locked, Mark knelt at my feet and fastened the chain and key around my ankle.

When he was done I stood up. "There, that’s much better. Now we can go."

We pulled up in front of Mitch's house just before 7:00.

As Mark put his car into park I said, "It's a week night, both Mitch and I have to go to work in the morning. I can't imagine that our little party will go on past 11:00." I laughed, "Mitch is an natural but I don't think he can keep fucking me for more than four hours."

I leaned over and kissed Mark on the cheek. As I kissed him, I reached down and rubbed his caged penis. "Be sure to think about Mitch and me while you're sitting at home tonight."

As I got out of the car, I started to giggle, "I'm sure we won't be spending much time thinking about you pussyboy."

I stopped while I was closing the car door. "My laundry hamper is filled with dirty lingerie and stockings. You can hand wash them for me, that will keep you from getting bored tonight." I started laughing and closed the car door, “Bye bye cucky.“

As I walked up the sidewalk to Mitch's house the front door opened and Mitch stepped out onto the steps. I ran up to him and threw my arms around his neck. Mitch kissed me, it was a long passionate kiss. While he kissed me he brazenly ran his hands all over my body.

When we broke off our kiss I turned. Mark's car was still parked in front of the house. Mark was watching us.

I put my arm around Mitch's waist and said, "Wave to my little pussy husband."

Mitch shook his head, "April you are so bad."

As I waved to Mark, I whispered to Mitch; "You have no idea how bad I can be. Let's go inside and I'll show you."

Mitch laughed. "Now there is an offer that I cannot refuse."

We went into Mitch's house. Mark was still parked in front when we closed the door behind us.

GH it just keeps getting better and better!

Keep up the good work!

hello keep up the great story.

Mistress Sarah

slavedogwayne

cuckold sissy wendy white aka tinyboywayne

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Thanks for the comment, as always it is greatly appreciated.

GH

CSDW

What a pleasant surprise. It's always nice to hear from old friends. I hope your new job is going well.

Mistress Sarah is just as beautiful as ever. I hope the wedding is still on for Vegas. I'm guessing the gentleman in the picture may be Sarah's best man.

GH

As soon as we got inside the front door, I opened Mitch's jeans and pulled them down to his ankles.

His huge cock was already erect. I immediately started giving him a blow job. It only took a few minutes before Mitch was ejaculating his first load of semen into my mouth.

I swallowed all of his cum and stood up. "There, we got that out of the way, now we can spend the rest of the evening enjoying each other at a nice relaxed pace."

Mitch laughed, "April I like the way you think."

Mitch pulled up his jeans and led me to the guest bedroom. As we both got undressed he said, "Tammy and I have an agreement. Neither of us ever entertain our lovers in our own bedroom."

I smiled, "I guess that makes sense."

I took off my jeans and laughed as I jumped onto the king size bed. "This is certainly an improvement over the back of your Escalade."

"Hey, I thought I had the car set up very nicely."

"You did, but this is better."

Mitch tossed his pants across the chair in the corner, laid down, put his arms around me and kissed me. As he kissed me I noticed that he was already getting hard again.

I reached down and started to stroke his growing erection. "It looks like you're ready to start the main event."

Mitch smiled. "I've been waiting for this all week."

Mitch climbed on top of me. I gasped as his huge erection stretched my tight pussy when he entered me. When he was all the way inside me Mitch stopped for a moment, then he started his long slow thrusts.

Mitch was a very physical lover and I enjoyed his aggressive style, but tonight I decided that I wanted to try to teach his something else.

"Baby slow down. I want you to dance with me for a little while."

Mitch stopped and stared at me.

I smiled at him. "Come on, just try it. It will be fun."

He smiled back at me and said, "Sure, why not?"

For the next hour I taught Mitch to fuck with a slow easy rhythm. We started with a simple waltz tempo and then experimented with more upbeat rhythms.

He was a good student, he learned quickly. It wasn't long before he was leading.

We both came three times while we were "dancing". We finished the evening with a rough natural fuck. It was the perfect conclusion to a wonderful night.

When we were done we laid still for several minutes. We were both worn out. I looked at the clock. It was just after 10:00. Mitch and I had just spent three straight hours fucking.

I leaned over and kissed Mitch's cheek. "Baby it's time for me to go home."

Mitch nodded, " I know, we both have to work tomorrow." He laughed, "Besides, you've worn me out."

I sat up, got my cell phone out of my purse and called Mark.

He answered on the first ring. "Hello?"

"Hi baby, it's me. Were all done, will you come and get me."

"I'll be right over."

"I'll watch for you. I'll see you in a few minutes." I paused. "Mark I love you."

He was silent for a moment, then he said, "Thank you April, I love you to."

I shut my phone off and put it back in my purse.

As I was getting dressed Mitch smiled at me. "April, that was magnificent evening. Can we do it again?"

I looked at Mitch and smiled, "I'd like that very much. Call me."

When I was dressed Mitch got up, put on his robe and sat in the living room with me while I waited for my husband.

It only took Mark a few minutes to get to Mitch's house.

When I saw Mark's car pull into the driveway, I gave Mitch a quick goodnight kiss and went out the front door.

When I got into the car I smiled at Mark and said, "Hi baby, I missed you."

He laughed. "Now there's a little white lie."

I leaned over and kissed him, "Well maybe, but I’m still glad to see you."

Mark smiled at me. "Thank you, I'm glad to see you to."

Mark backed his car out of Mitch's driveway. As he started for home he asked, "Did you have a good time?"

I sighed, "Baby I had a wonderful time. Mitch is a great fuck. He came five times tonight."

Mark looked at me, "Five times?"

"Yes, he's pretty amazing. I gave him a blow job right after you dropped me off then
we went into the bedroom. He fucked me four times and came inside me every time."

"How many orgasms did you have?"

"I don't know, I lost count."

"Are you going to see him again?"

"He asked if he could call me, I told him he could."

Mark pulled the car into our driveway. As he shifted into park he asked. "Do you want him to call?"

I stared at Mark, "Yes, very much."

When we got out of the car I grabbed Mark's hand and held it while we walked to our front door.

As soon as we got into the house I threw my arms around Mark and hugged him. "Baby, Mitch is a wonderful lover. I hope I get to party with him a lot in the future; but sweetheart, you're the man I love. You're the man I want to wake up with in the morning. You're the man I want to spend my life with."

Mark held me close. "Thank you, sometimes I need a little assurance."

I smiled, "Well be assured, you're my man. Mark I intend to fuck lots of guys during our life, but you're the only man I'm going to love."

I stepped back. "Now if you're feeling a little better, my pussy is an absolute mess. I need a little cleanup boy."

Mark laughed, "I'm just the guy you're looking for."

Mark and I went into the bedroom. He undressed me then took his own clothes off. I spent the next half hour riding his face while he licked Mitch's cum out of my cunt.

When we were done Mark gave me a bath. After my bath I took Mark's chastity cage off of him and sat by the tub while he took a shower.

I tossed Mark a clean towel when he stepped out of the shower. As soon as he was dry we went into the bedroom.

"Remember earlier tonight when I said I might have a special surprise for you after I got home from my date with Mitch?"

Mark smiled, "Yes I do?"

"Well I'm home from my date with Mitch, are you ready for your surprise?"

Mark nodded, "yes I am."

I slid down the bed and gently picked up Mark's tiny erection. I put it in mouth and gave my baby a nice soft blow job. I tried to give him my very best effort. This was my sweetheart. This was the man I loved. I also knew that it was only the second blow job he'd ever experienced.

Mark came quickly, I knew he would. I let him ejaculate in my mouth. When he was done I slipped back up so that I was lying next to him. I held his face with my hands and kissed him. As I kissed Mark, I passed his semen from my mouth to his."

"Your cum tastes different than Mitch's doesn't it baby."

Mark smiled. "Yes it does."

I kissed Mark again, "I think your going to become very familiar with the taste of Mitch's semen."

Mark kissed me back, "I hope so."

I giggled, "you're a pervert,"

Mark laughed. "That's lucky, because I just happen to be married to a pervert."

I sighed, "Sweetheart, you sure have that right."

wonderful, gh. i keep wanting to read more, but that also means getting closer to the end. damn! priss

Oh, you got that so right GH. Well done.

awesome as usual GH!

Gentleman,

Thankyou

GH

On Monday night Mark and I were sitting on the couch watching the Kansas City Chiefs play the Cleveland Browns when the telephone rang.

I picked it up, "Hello?

"Hello, could I speak to April Hansen?"

"I'm April Hansen, may I ask whose calling."

"Yes, this is Tammy Clark. I'm Mitchell Clark's wife."

I stopped for a moment. I needed to think. Finally I said, “Mitch told me that you were okay with it when he played around."

Tammy laughed. "Honey, I'm not calling you because I'm mad at you; I'm calling because you've done a wonderful thing for me."

"What do you mean""

"Mitchell and I made love last night. It was the most incredible sex we've had since we got married. He told me you taught it to him. He said that you called it dancing."

"Yes I did."

"April I have been trying to get Mitchell to be a more gentle lover for the last eighteen years. I don't know how you did it, but you succeeded on the second night you were with him."

Tammy laughed. "Don't get me wrong, I love Mitch's rough style of love making. It's one of the many reamisters I married him."

I giggled. "I like it to."

Tammy ignored my comment. "But it's nice to have a little variety. April we fucked until 2:00 in the morning. I was so sore that I could barely walk around at work today. Franklin, my boss wanted to make love during our lunch break, I told him I had a yeast infection and made him settle for a blow job." She paused, "Mitch and I had a night I'll never forget."

"I have to admit that I had a pretty good time with him last Thursday."

Tammy laughed. "So I heard, Over the past several days, Mitchell has told me a lot about you. My husband seems to be quite taken with you."

"I'm sorry."

"Oh please don't apologize. I'm not worried. Mitchell and I have a very solid marriage." She paused, "Besides, it would be a little hypocritical for me to start being jealous. After all, I've been carrying on a serious affair with another man for over three years now."

She paused, "But now that Mitchell has learned how to be a gentle lover, I have to admit, my need for Franklin has diminished."

"Are you going to stop seeing him?"

"Oh goodness no! It's true that I was initially attracted to Franklin because he was a much more sensitive lover than Mitchell." She laughed, "He was a wonderful change of pace." She paused, "But he has become much more than that. Franklin challenges me intellectually, he's an outstanding travel companion and he has a wonderful knowledge of the fine arts."

"You almost sound like you prefer him to Mitch."

Tammy sighed. "No, Mitchell Clark is the love of my life. I can spend hours talking to him. He makes me laugh. I get bored with Franklin when I am with him for a long period of time, I never get bored when I'm with Mitchell."

"But you don't want to give Franklin up."

"No he satisfies some needs that Mitchell can't fulfill for me. If I had to, I suppose that I could live without Franklin, but I don't want to." She shrugged, "Besides, If I quit seeing Franklin, I'd expect Mitchell to stop seeing other women. I don't think I could get him to do that. He loves his little flings."

"Your marriage is a little unconventional, but it seems to be working for you." I stopped and laughed, "Listen to me, I can't believe that I just called your marriage unconventional, your marriage is very traditional when you compare it to mine."

"Yes, Mitchell has told me a little bit about your relationship with your husband. He says that you told him your husband is your slave. Is that true?"

"Yes, I did tell Mitch that, and it is true."

"How does that work?"

"Its kind of hard to explain." I stopped, "I have an idea. Why don't you an Mitch come over for dinner one night. You can see for yourself."

I'll have to ask Mitchell." She paused, "I wish I could bring Franklin instead. I think he would be fascinated by this."

"Why not bring Franklin." I giggled, "If Mitch gets upset, I'm sure that the two of us can think of a way to make it up to him." I paused, "Has he ever been with two women at the same time?"

Tammy laughed. "April, I love the way you think."

"So, when do you and Franklin want to come for dinner?"

"You're serious aren't you?'

"Why not?"

"Goodness, let me think. Mitchell and I are going to Las Vegas on Wednesday."

"Really?"

"Yes, didn't he tell you?"

"No."

"Well that's my man, social graces aren't exactly his strength."

I laughed, "I admit that I don't know him very well, but I've already figured that out."

"Next week Franklin and I are going to London on business." She paused. "Do you think you could spend an evening with Mitch while I'm gone? I always worry about him getting lonely."

"Tammy I love this. You're asking me to spend a night boinking your husband."

She giggled, "I am aren't I? My, we certainly are progressive."

"Yes, I guess you could call it that." I paused, "Don't worry Tammy, I would be more than happy to spend a night partying with your husband."

"April, you are delightfully direct."

"I had some old friends who taught me that."

"I'll be getting home from London a week from Thursday, could you get together with Mitchell on Monday or Tuesday?"

"Let's plan on Tuesday."

"Thank you April, I'll tell Mitchell."

"Tammy when do you and Franklin want to come over for dinner?"

"Can I get back to you about that? "Franklin has a wife. His schedule can be just a bit difficult to manage?"

"Why don't you call me when you get back from London."

"Thank you, it would be very nice if you could let me do that."

"Tammy, I'm glad you called."

"I am to April, I hope we can become friends."

"So do I."

I turned off the telephone.

When I set it down Mark asked me, "Who was that?"

"That was Mitch's wife, Tammy."

"Really? what did she have to say?"

"We talked about a lot of things, but all you really need to know is Thursday night, I'll be going back to Baxter's."

Mark smiled at me. "That's exciting."

you've done it again, gh, another unexpected turn of events! wonderful! priss

Thanks Priss,

But I'm sad to say those events will probably come in another story. This one is going to end tomorrow morning.

GH

This must be an emotional time for you GH, you have my sympathy and support at your time of loss for some of these wonderful characters. Just remember you always have to prune the tree to encourage new strong growth. I suspect it doesn't help though.

Au revoir or goodbye, that's the question.

Hey Peak

No it won't be goodbye, but I am ready to try some different projects.

GH

On Thursday afternoon I had three parent conferences after school. The last one didn't start until 5:30. By the time I got home, it was nearly 7:00.

Mark was waiting for me when I walked in the front door. He knew I was going to be late.

Mark quickly bathed me and shaved my legs and pussy. When he was done, I applied my makeup while he fixed me a light snack.

I ate while he ironed my blouse. I was dressed and ready to go by 8:00.

Once we were in the car and on our way to Baxter’s, Mark turned to me. "Are you excited about tonight?"

"Yes, very much." I paused for a moment. "I hope Brenda and Maddie are there tonight."

Mark looked at me.

I suddenly realized that after me first trip to Baxter’s I was so excited about meeting Mitch that I neglected to tell Mark about Brenda and Maddie.

I laughed, "Sorry, I guess I forgot to tell you about them." I stopped for a moment to collect my thoughts. "Brenda and Maddie are two women that I met at Baxter’s last week. I had dinner with them. While we ate, they were kind enough to fill me in on how the night club works."

Mark kept his eyes on the highway as he asked, "Did they hook up with men and go out to the parking lot?"

I smiled, "Oh yes, in fact when Mitch and I were walking out to his car I saw Brenda giving her guy a blow job in the back seat of a Lincoln."

"What makes you think they'll be there tonight?"

"They told me they go to Baxter’s every Thursday night. They invited me to join them last Thursday, but of course that was the night I spent with Mitch."

Mark smiled at me. "I hope they're there. It must make it more fun to have someone to visit with while you're looking for a playmate."

I nodded, "Yes, it really does."

For a moment we rode in silence then I said, "When I was leaving Baxter’s two weeks ago, Brenda said something that made me curious."

"What was that?"

"You must remember that I looked pretty ragged after Mitch got done fucking me in his car."

Mark laughed. "yeah, when I picked you up that night, you looked like you'd just finished partying with the entire crew of an aircraft carrier that just returned from a six month cruise."

I giggled. "What a wonderfully exciting thought."

Mark shook his head and rolled his eyes, then he asked, "So what did Brenda say?"


"When she saw how disheveled I looked, she asked me if I was going to meet you looking like that."

"Yeah?"

"When I said yes and explained that you knew exactly what I was doing at Baxter’s, she told me that we had to talk."

"Really?"

"Yes, I think she knows a lot about the cuckold lifestyle."

We went around a curve. The large neon sign advertising Baxter’s was just ahead.

Mark slowed down, turned into the driveway, pulled up to the front door and stopped.

Jerry the doorman opened my car door. "Good evening, welcome to Baxter’s."

I leaned over and kissed Mark on the cheek. As I got out of the car I said, "I call you when I'm ready to come home."

Mark smiled, "I'll be waiting."

I grinned and said, "Tip the man cuckboy"

Mark was opening his wallet as I went inside.

Phil the maitre' d greeted me when I entered the restaurant. "Good evening madam, may I show you to a table?"

I looked at him. "I'm hoping to join two friends." I paused, "Are Brenda and Maddie here?"

Phil smiled. "Of course they are, it's Thursday night. May I show you to their table?"

"Phil, they're not really expecting me. Would you mind if I went in by myself?"

"Not at all."

I walked into the dining room and looked around. I spotted Maddie and Brenda right away.

They were sitting with two very attractive women about my age. Two men were also seated at their table.

I stared at the men for a moment. They weren't your usual Baxter's material. They were both small, slightly built, rather effeminate looking pansies. As I inspected them I noticed that they were both wearing remarkably feminine clothing. One of them was actually wearing a pink golf shirt with little yellow daisies all over it.

Maddie suddenly noticed me and waved, "Hi April, please join us."

As I approached the table the two gentlemen stood up.

Brenda smiled at me "April, I'd like you to meet our friends, Sandra Monroe and Julie Gordon." She turned to the two women. "Sandra and Julie, this is April Hansen."

Both of them graciously smiled at me.

Sandra said, "Hi April it's nice to meet you." She turned to the gentleman in the flowered golf shirt, "Speedy, fetch Ms. Hansen a chair."

As Speedy was getting my chair Maddie said, "The boy getting your chair belongs to Sandra and Julie. The other wimp is called Quickspurt, he belongs to Brenda."

As soon as I sat down Sandra looked at Speedy and Quickspurt and said, "Boys you may sit."

When they were seated I looked at everyone and asked, "Are Speedy and Quickspurt cuckold slaves?"

All six of them stared at me, no one said a word. Finally Sandra spoke, "Yes they are." She paused, "April you seem to be quite familiar with the concept."

I laughed, "I should be, I have one to. He just dropped me off."

Sandra raised her eyebrows, "Really? I think the five of us may have quite a lot in common."