The Party, The Story Continues

It was after 1:00 am when Janet and I finally went to bed. Janet fell arelax immediately. I lay awake for another hour thinking about the incredible events of the evening and wondering what tomorrow would bring.

The next morning I woke just before 7:00. I was very aware that five hours wasn't enough relax but I was just too excited to see what was going to happen next.

Janet was still sound arelax so I quietly found some clothes and slipped into the bathroom. I took a quick shower, shaved and got dressed. As soon as I was dressed I went into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee.

Once the coffee was brewing I went out to the curb and picked up the Sunday paper.

When I got back into the kitchen I poured a cup of coffee and found the sports page. If we followed our usual Sunday morning routine Janet and I would read the rest of the paper together.

Spring training for major league baseball was in full swing and I'm a big fan so I had plenty to read about.

It was almost nine when I heard Janet get up and go into the bathroom. I poured a cup of coffee for her and set the rest of the Sunday paper in front of her chair.

My jaw dropped when Janet walked into the kitchen. She was gorgeous. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She was wearing a very short pair of cutoffs jeans and a blouse loosely tied around her large breasts.

She walked up behind me, put her arms around my neck and kissed the top of my head. "Good morning slave. I’ll take my breakfast in the dining room this morning. I’ll miss reading the Sunday paper with you, but this morning I think our new relationship needs definition

I followed my wife into the dining room. As she sat at the head of the table she said, "I think that the kitchen and your bedroom will be neutral territory. We need to have a place where we can just be together and love each other. In the rest of the house I will be your Mistress and you will be my slave. That situation is now permanent."

She stared at me. "Do you understand."

I stared at Janet. I was confused about her reference to my bedroom.

Janet noticed my confusion and immediately understood. "Oh yes cuckboy after breakfast you will be spending the rest of the morning moving all of your things to the guest bedroom. That will now be your bedroom. As mistress of the house the master bedroom is now going to become my permisteral boudoir." She smiled at me. "Cuckie, how can I possibly be expected to entertain my gentleman friends in a room cluttered with my chattel’s permisteral belongings.

A little thrill fluttered through me. Janet was serious. I really was going to be her slave, as I politely bowed my head. "Yes Mistress Janet, I understand."

Janet smiled. "Very good cucky." She picked up the front page of the paper. "I'll have French toast this morning and bring me some coffee."

I quickly went into the kitchen and brought Janet's full cup and a carafe of fresh hot coffee into the dining room. Janet ignored me as I set it down next to her. She was being aloof. Her attitude of disinterest was perfect.

When I walked back into the kitchen I realized that my tiny penis was sticking straight out. This was my wildest fantasy coming true.

I started making my wife's French toast. As I was dropping the egg soaked bread into the fry pan I heard Janet's voice. "Cuckie I would like some more coffee."

I stuck my head into the dining room and said, "Mistress Janet there is a full carafe right next to you."

I turned back into the kitchen. I was just taking a plate down from the cupboard when Janet burst though the kitchen door. She walked right up to me and slapped me hard across the face. "Get down on your knees!"

I fell to my knees. I was shaking with fear.

Janet towered over me like a Greek goddess staring down from Mount Olympus. "Robbie, I did not ask you for the location of the coffee." She pointed a finger in my face. "I want this to be perfectly clear. You are now my slave. I no longer do anything for myself. Your duty in life is to wait on me hand and foot. If you fail to satisfy my needs you will be punished and the punishment will be severe. Do you understand me!"

I looked up at Janet and obediently said, “Yes Mistress Janet. I understand.”

Janet nodded her approval, reached down, gently picked me up, put her arms around my neck and gave me a hug. "This is what you want isn't it baby?"

I took a deep breath and said, "Yes Mistress Janet, Very very much."

She smiled. "Good, because it's most definitely what I want." She kissed my cheek and turned. As she walked to the kitchen door she said, "Come into the dining room and pour my coffee."

GH

Perfect, absolutely perfect......

Mel x x

Hey Priss

I love your new captioned pics. Thanks for the comment here. I kind of thought that Janet was going to be your kind of woman

Your pal GH

Tamlyonne

I'm glad your enjoying my story. Thank you for taking a moment for to tell me. I really do appreciate that. I will send you an email about my other stories.

GH

When she finished dialing Janet held the telephone to her ear. After a moment she said, "Hi Jerry, it's me. Is it safe to talk?"

I pushed the button for the speaker phone.

Suddenly I could hear the voice of my wife's boyfriend.

"Sarah went to church. She shouldn't be back for at least an hour. Where's your husband?"

Janet snapped her fingers and pointed to the spot on the floor in front of her.

I scurried over and kneeled down at her feet. As soon as I was in place she said, "He's right here kneeling at my feet."

"What? Does he know who you’re talking to?"

"He sure does, in fact I have you on the speaker phone. He can hear every word you're saying."

"Janet what the fuck is going on?"

"He knows everything baby."

"Everything?"

"Yes."

"Does he have a lawyer yet?"

"Fuck no, in fact the little wimp is massaging my feet right now."

I watched Janet. She was playing with her brassiere strap. This was something she ***ly did whenever she started to get excited.

"Janet did he just hear you say that?"

"He sure did."

"Janet I'm going to ask you again. What the fuck is going on?"

"Jerry he found out last night, but it's okay he's cool with it."

"I don't understand. How did he find out last night"? I wasn't with you last night and what do you mean he's cool with it. Janet I think you'd better start this story at the beginning."

"Okay, last night we were at a neighborhood party. There was this guy there, his name was Brad. He and I were takeing wine together in the back hall. We started messing around, you know what I mean, a little harmless kissing and some touchy feely stuff. One thing led to another and the next thing I knew he was asking me to go upstairs with him." Janet shrugged. "You know me baby, he was a hot guy and I'm not very good at saying no."

Jerome started laughing, "No your sure not. We eliminated all doubt about that at the card party last month."

"Hush now! Robbie doesn't know about that."

Janet glanced at me. There was a guilty look in her eyes. I wondered what happened at the card party last month.

"Okay, keep telling the story. You're upstairs with this guy Brad. How did Robbie find out? Baby this isn't the first time you ever slipped off with another guy while you were at a party with your husband." He started laughing again. "In fact I wonder if you guys have ever been to a party when you didn't do that."

"Jerry be quiet. Robbie can hear everything you're saying."

"Hey you're the one who put this conversation on the speaker phone."

"Yeah, you're right. Anyway Brad and I are upstairs in one of the bedrooms. We're both naked and he's on top of me. This guy is fucking me like there's no tomorrow. It was really great. Suddenly I notice the bedroom door is open and Robbie's standing there watching us. I got kind of nervous. I wasn't sure what he was going to do. Well Brad realizes I'm looking at the door, so he looks over there. I guess he must have glared at the Robbie, because the little wimp just wilted."

"No cuckolds brownie? So what happened next."

"When I realized the little pussy wasn't going to make a scene I told him to go downstairs and wait for me."

"Did he actually go?"

"He sure as hell did."

"That's fucking amazing."

"Anyway, Brad fucked me for at least another ten minutes. He was very good."

"Should I be getting jealous right now?"

Janet laughed. "Baby you have nothing to worry about, you're numero uno with me. Nobody fucks me like you do."

Suddenly I had a lump in my throat. It was clear that Jerome was Janet's boyfriend and now she was calling him her number one man. I started to worry that Janet really was in love with him.

"Anyway, Brad finally shot his load. I would have loved to see if he could give me an encore, but I didn't want to take the time for it. I was worried about Robbie. I wanted to talk to him, so I got dressed and went downstairs. He was sitting with some guys who were talking about football, but he wasn't saying a word. I could tell he was upset."

"That's not a big surprise, he just saw another guy banging his wife."

"Yeah, he did and he was obviously shook up about it, but it didn't seem like he was angry and I was pretty sure I understood why."

"What do you mean?"

"He didn't say a word the whole way home. We were in the bedroom getting ready for bed when I finally realized that he wasn't going to say anything at all."

"He didn't say anything?"

"That's right, not a word."

I was starting to feel very embarrassed.

"Finally, I brought it up."

"You did?"

"Yes, we had to talk about it."

"I guess you're right. So what happened?"

"Well we talked for awhile and he finally admitted that it got him off when he saw Brad fucking me."

Janet started to open her blouse. I wasn’t sure if it was for my benefit or hers. She knew I loved to look at her gorgeous breasts, but I also knew that she loved to play with them. I suspected that she was doing it for both of us.

"It got him off?"

"Yes, do you remember when I told you about those nasty web sites he was looking at on our computer on the nights I was out with you?"

"Yeah, I remember, you said it was women with whips and cuckolds brownie like that."

"Jerry, Robbie's a masochist. You know what that is don't you?'

"Yeah a guy who gets off on pain" Jerome paused for a moment and the he suddenly said, "No fucking cuckolds brownie. He wants you to hurt him?"

"You got it. That's why I'm making the little pussy listen to our conversation. He knows your my boyfriend. I want to see if we can make him cry."

"Janet, your evil".

"Yes I am and I'm just learning how much fun it is to be evil." She paused. "But baby you have to understand something. He wants me to be evil. He wants me to make him cry."

Jerome whistled. "No fuckin cuckolds brownie."

"It gets better."

"what do you mean."

"He's my slave."

"Your what?"

"My slave."

"Isn't that illegal."

"I don't think so. He volunteered for the job. I mean I can't sell him or anything like that and I wouldn't even if I could. I'm still madly in love with him."

"Janet, I don't know about this. It's sounding pretty fuckin wierd."

"So? You cheat on your wife. You're married and have a girlfriend. If it's okay for you to do that why isn't it okay for Robbie to be my slave."

Jerome took a deep breath. "I guess when you put it like that, the two of you really aren't hurting anyone."

"No were not and baby think about it, this is great for you."

"What do you mean."

"You get to fuck me anytime you want and you don't have to pay for motels anymore. You can fuck me right in my own bedroom."

"You mean with him there?"

"Sure, he's my slave. He has nothing to say about what I do."

"I don't know, that feels creepy to me. I'm not sure I want him watching us while we do it."

"Someday I'd like to make him watch. I think it would be really hot to be sucking your great big dick while I make Robbie kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed and watch."

"Shit baby you really are kinky."

"Yes I am, but I can wait to try that. The first time you come over we'll send him to his room while we fuck."

"His room? I thought the two of you shared a bedroom."

"We did up until today. I am making him move all of his stuff into the guest bedroom this afternoon." Janet paused. "Hey I have a good idea. You can have his dresser. That way you can keep some clean clothes here. I'll bet you'd love to be able to take a shower and put on clean underwear and a clean shirt when were done fucking."

"That would be nice."

"Our slave can wash your dirty underwear after you leave. That way it will be nice and clean the next time you come over."

"Do you think you can really make him do that?"

"Absolutely, I'll spank him if he doesn't."

"You'll do what?"

"I'll Spank him. He's my slave. I have to be able to discipline him when he's bad."

"This is just amazing."

"Jerry why don't you come over this afternoon. We can play with our slave for a little while and then you can take me into my bedroom and fuck me for as long as you want."

"I don't know, Sarah's going to be home this afternoon."

"Can't you tell her you're going to the tennis club?"

"I guess so, but I'll have to get home early. it's Sunday."

"Come over at 5:00. We'll make the wimp serve us a steak dinner and then we'll retire to my bedroom for some fun and games."

Janet now had her blouse all the way off and she was pulling her large breasts out of her brassiere. I knew my wife very well. It wasn’t going to be long before she'd be twisting her nipples.

"Your sure he's going to be okay with us being together."

"Absolutely, would you like me to prove it to you?"

"How are you going to do that?"

"Just listen."

Janet looked down at me. "Robbie I want you to invite Mr. Turner over for dinner this afternoon."

I stared at my wife. I hadn't expected this. I was too nervous to move.

"Slave do I have to spank you to get you to obey?"

"Janet don't make him do this. I'll just come over. The little guy is embarrassed enough already."

"No Jerry, this is important."

Janet looked at me. "Slave, do as you're told."

I knew exactly what Janet wanted me to say. I bit my lower lip and took a deep breath. "Mr. Turner please come to my Mistresses house for dinner this afternoon. I would enjoy preparing a very nice meal for the two of you."

"Holy cuckolds brownie Janet. You really got him to do it. What do I say to him? What do I call him?"

"Say yes, Tell him you’re coming over. You can call him anything you want. I think wimp boy might be a good name for him."

"Okay, here goes. "Thank you very much." Jerome hesitated for a moment and then he added, "Wimpboy."

"See how easy that was?"

"Yeah, it was all right."

"Robbie, what should Mr. Turner and I do after dinner."

"Mistress you should..."

"Robbie, don't tell me; tell Mr. Turner."

I took another deep breath. I was very excited. This was a submissive cuckold's dream fantasy coming true.

"Mr. Turner after dinner you should feel free to take my Mistress to her bedroom."

Janet stared at me. "Robbie, what can he do to me once were in there."

My wife was not going to let me off easy.

"He can fuck you Mistress Janet."

"No Robbie, Mr. Turner is my boyfriend. I don't want him to just fuck me I want him to make love to me."

Janet was pushing me hard now.

"Say it wimpboy. Ask him to do it." Suddenly she stopped herself. "No wimpboy, don't ask him, beg him. Beg Mr. Turner to take your wife into her bedroom and make passionate love to her."

Janet told me before we called Jerome that she intended to humiliate me without mercy. Now she was doing it.

I could have said wife and husband and stopped this. I think Janet was actually testing me to see if I would. I didn't. I didn't want to. As I kneeled at my wife's feet I realized that this was the most exciting thing I'd ever done in my entire life. I suddenly understood that I was born to be Janet's submissive cuckold slave.

I took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Turner after you’re finished with dinner I beg you to take my Mistress into her bedroom and make passionate love to her."

For a moment there was silence on the other end of the line. Jerome finally said, "Well wimpboy since you asked me so nicely I guess I might just have to do that."

I was now caught up in my role. I quickly answered, "Thank you very much sir. I would appreciate it. I love my Mistress. I want her to enjoy the pleasure you can give her."

My answer took Janet by surprise. She stared at me, After a moment she smiled. "Wimpboy that was a very kind thing to say. You deserve a reward."

Janet stood up and pulled her slacks down exposing her luscious ass. "Wimpboy, you have my permission to lick my asshole while I finish talking to my lover."

Janet kneeled on the couch. I kneeled on the floor behind her. The situation kept getting more and more exciting. I was about to lick my wife’s asshole while her boyfriend listened on the telephone.

This story is getting even better GH. I look forward to more.

Hey male37slave

It's nice to hear from you. I'm glad your enjoying the story.
This one is kind of my fun story. I'm not really following an outline, I'm just letting it roll. We'll see where it takes us.

Thanks for your kind comment.

GH

"Janet, what the fuck is going on over there?"

My wife started laughing. "I'm giving my little slave baby a treat."

"I think I heard what it is. Is he really about to..."

"Lick my asshole. He sure is."

"And he thinks that's a treat."

"Oh yes, and so do I. It feels so good."

Janet turned and looked at me. "Go ahead baby, you earned this reward, enjoy yourself."

Janet cooed as I spread the cheeks of her ass and reverently placed my lips on my goddesses puckered little anus.

"Oh Robbie honey that feels so nice. Use your tongue baby. Push it all the way into me."

"Damn Janet, is he really licking your asshole?"

"He sure is honey."

"Will you make him do that when I come over this afternoon? I really want to see this."

"Sure baby, in fact how about if I make him lick my ass while I suck your cock."

"No cuckolds brownie, do you think he'd really do that?"

"Sure why not. He's my little slave boy. He'll do anything I tell him to do, but if you're really curious, why don't you just ask him."

"Can I do that?"

"Of course, he's my slave; you're my boyfriend. He's going to have to get used to taking orders from you." Janet paused. "Jerry, don't ever forget that I love this little guy more than anyone in the entire world. You get to boss him around, but you can't ever do anything that will really hurt him okay."

"Hey I understand. I promise I won't ever hurt him."

"Well what are you waiting for, ask him."

"Hey pussyboy, When I come over this afternoon will you lick your wife's asshole while she sucks my dick?"

It was actually kind of hard to keep from laughing. All three of us were playing a brand new game. Each of us was desperately trying to figure out the rules and define our roles while we were playing.

At least Jerome now understood that he was part of this game and he seemed to be warming to the idea of playing. This was a good thing. Having a dominant male involved in the game would make it more fun for both Janet and me.

As I listened to Jerome talk to Janet, I was actually starting to like him. He seemed like a pretty nice guy. This really shouldn't have been a big shock. Janet was a very good judge of people. It wasn't very likely that she was going to end up with a boyfriend who was an asshole.

"Pussyboy, the big man asked you a question. I hope you're not ignoring him. That would make me very angry."

I’d gotten lost in thought and forgot that Janet and Jerome were waiting for me to answer his question. I didn’t have any problem with the question, but suddenly I realized I wantd to say something. I knew I wasn't really supposed to do this, but I also understood that it was my right. I looked up at Janet and said, "Wife and husband".

Janet stared at me. "What's wrong baby?"

"Nothing really, I just want to say something and it's very important to me."

"Okay baby, go ahead."

Janet turned to the speaker phone. "Jerry, wife and husband is our prearranged code phrase. Anytime either of us says it, Robbie and I have agreed that we will stop what we're doing and talk about it. I am not sure why he just said the words, but it is his right."

"I understand. What's on your mind buddy?"

I shrugged. "Mistress Janet, maybe I'm not supposed to use the words for this reamister, but I just wanted to say that I am already getting to like Jerome. I think you found a nice boyfriend and I'm very willing to trust him."

I turned to the speaker phone. "Mr. Turner, I would be honored to lick Mistress Janet's ass while she sucks your cock this afternoon."

Jerome laughed. "Little buddy, I am not exactly sure how this game is going to finally shake out, but I do believe that the three of us are going to have a lot of fun playing it."

I smiled. "Yes sir, I believe you are correct."

Janet leaned over and kissed my forehead. "Baby, I love you so much."

She turned to the speaker phone. "Jerome I have to go to the mall and do some shopping. Slaveboy is going to go to the grocery store and get dinner for us." She paused. "Baby I know you like beer. What brand do you prefer? I'll make sure that slave boy buys some for you."

"Robbie, I'm a Budweiser man."

"Yes sir I understand, I’ll make sure that there’s always a good supply in our refrigerator."

I could hear Jerome chuckling. "Janet honey you were right. This looks like it's going to be a very good deal for me. I think I am going to love having a slave." He paused. "Wimp boy, when will you get back from the grocery store?"

I looked at the clock. It was almost eleven. "I can't see why I wouldn't be back by 1:30."

"Janet why don't I come over around two?"

"I may not be back from the mall until three. When I get back, I'll want slaveboy to give me a bath"

Jerome started laughing. "If you don't mind I think I'd like to watch that."

Janet started giggling. "This is beginning to sound like a very fun afternoon."

"Hey my wife just got home. I have to go. I'll see you guys at two."

Jerome hung up the telephone.

Janet snapped her fingers and pointed at the speaker phone. "Hang it up slave." There was a huge smile on her face as she said it.

I walked over and shut off the speaker phone. When I was done I walked back over to my wife.

Janet was naked. She was lying back in her chair with her legs spread apart. I kneeled down in front of her.

Janet smiled at me and said, "Pussyboy that got me really horny. Lick my cunt. I want to cum."

I looked up at Janet. "Mistress, may I have permission to jack off while I lick your pussy?"

My wife slowly shook her head. "No way wimpboy. I want you nice and horny the entire time Jerome is here. I think that will make you much more obedient. If you’re really well behaved, I might consider allowing you to lick my asshole and jack off after he goes home."

She smiled at me. "Now lick my cunt. I want to have a nice orgasm before I leave to go shopping."

Janet sighed when she felt me push my tongue into her cunt. When I started licking her she giggled and said, "Wimpboy, you should have been born as a dominant. Life really is much more fun for me."

I looked up at Janet and grinned. "No Mistress, I love being a sub. It is much more fun to give that it is to receive."

Janet started laughing. "Robbie honey we were born to be together."

And now I regret to inform all of you that I am going to take a week off from writing.

My wife and her new friend just left to spend a week in Florida, so I am taking this opportunity to go to Arizona to play golf.

I'll be back next weekend and hopefully I'll get some time to write so we can all find out what's going to happen with Janet, Robbie and Jerome.

GH

GH, excellent, thank you, enjoy your golf, I'll look forward to your return....

Mel x x

excellent, my friend! after such wonderful writing, i guess you might deserve a week off. lol. enjoy, gh. priss

Mel and Priss

Thankyou, I had a wonderful time in Arizona. The temperatures were in the 80's every day. Tucmister has some wonderful golf courses. I played golf all day long every day. It was very relaxing.

GH

The conversation with her boyfriend excited my wife. It didn't take me long to bring her to an orgasm. When she recovered she kissed my forehead and stood up.

Once she was standing she said, "That was very nice slaveboy. Now come into my bedroom and help me get dressed."

Janet stopped when we got to the bedroom door. "This is now my private bedroom. I expect you to knock every time you wish to enter this room. If I am inside the room I expect you to wait for my permission before you come inside. Your new duties as my slave will include making my bed and cleaning my room every morning. You will also have to come into the room to get my dirty laundry. Washing my clothes is another chore that now belongs to you."

Janet stared at me. "You understand that we are not just playing a sex game. You really are going to be my slave. As my slave, you will be responsible for all household chores."

I bowed politely. "Yes Mistress Janet. I understand and I'm eager to serve you."

Janet smiled. "That's very good slave boy. “ Janet turned and walked into her bedroom. When I started to follow her she stopped and held up her hand. "Slave boy I believe you're forgetting something."

I stopped and knocked on the open door. "Mistress Janet my I please have permission to enter your room."

"Yes slave, you may enter."

As I walked into the room Janet said, "If you make that mistake again, I will spank you. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Mistress, I understand."

Janet sat down at her makeup table. She gave me my instructions for the rest of the morning while she applied her makeup.

"Jerome and I will be having steak this evening. My boyfriend has a healthy appetite. You should buy a large porterhouse for him. I will have a small tenderloin. Baked potatoes and a tossed salad should be adequate as side dishes."

She thought for a moment. "Pick out a nice merlot for us. Don't be afraid to spend a little money for it. This dinner is going to be a little celebration for Jerome and me. It will be the first time we get to make love in my bed."

Janet finished putting on her makeup and stood up. "Slave, fetch me a pair of panties and a brassiere. Pick a something that Jerome will like."

I went to my wife’s dresser and started fumbling through the drawers. I was excited and a little disconcerted. Selecting lingerie that my wife was going to wear for another man was a new experience for me. I also really didn't know where she kept her underwear.

Janet started to lose her patience. "I keep my panties in the top left drawer, my brassieres are in the top right drawer." Her voice had an icy tone. "Next week I expect you to spend some time going through my clothing. As my slave it is your duty to know where everything is kept."

I selected a black lace thong and a matching bra. When I tried to hand them to her, my wife shook her head and pointed at the floor.

"Get down on your knees and hold my panties while I step into them."

I did as I was told.

Janet stepped into the panties. "Now pull them up."

Pulling a pair of lace thong panties up my wife's beautiful legs was the most exciting thing I'd ever done in my entire life.

When the panties were in place she quietly said, "And now my bra."

I slipped the straps of the brassiere over Janet's arms. As was fitting her large breasts into the cups my wife giggled. "It's funny but I don't think I've ever met a guy who didn't get a thrill out of taking my bra off." She turned and leered at me. "Jerome just loves doing it."

It took me a moment to figure out how to fasten the clasp on the back of the brassiere. While I was fumbling with it, Janet started to laugh. "Most guys struggle with that clasp when they're taking my bra off. You're a little pussyboy so you only get to fumble with it when your putting it on me."

My wife was getting very good at taunting me.

Once her bra was fastened Janet turned. "Fetch my green tank top and a pair of cutoffs. You'll find my tops in the third drawer and my cutoffs in the bottom drawer."

I quickly retrieved the rest of Janet's outfit. When I returned she snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor. "Hold my cutoffs for me."

I obediently followed my wife's directions and got down on my knees. As soon as she stepped into the shorts Janet said, "Now pull them up."

The denim cutoffs were very tight. I had to work to pull them over her hips and full round ass. When the shorts were in place I stepped back and waited for my next instructions.

My wife looked at me with an irritated expression. "Pussyboy you need to zip up my jeans and fasten the snap." She shook her head. "Do I have to explain everything to you?"

Janet patted my head while I was pulling up her zipper. "That's a good boy. Robbie, always remember that a well-behaved slave looks for ways to pamper his mistress."

I fastened the snap at the top of Janet's jeans. When I was done I picked up her tank top, slipped it over her head and pulled it into place.

When she was dressed Janet did a little pirouette for me. "How do I look?"

She was gorgeous. As I gazed at her I longed to be allowed to make love to her. She noticed the expression on my face and giggled. "I hope that Jerome finds this outfit just as sexy as you obviously do."

I sighed. "Mistress Janet, I am sure that he will."

There was a tone of disappointment in my voice. Janet noticed it immediately. She put her arms around me and gave me a gentle hug. "Robbie sometimes this lifestyle is going to be very frustrating for you. That's the idea. You're a masochist and I'm a sadist. I'm enjoying your frustration and I want you to enjoy it to."

She reached under my shirt, grabbed my nipple and gave it a vicious twist. I winced from the pain.

My wife started to giggle and twisted it even harder. "Robbie, this is what you want isn't it? Just relax and enjoy the pain."

There were tears running down my cheek as I looked up at my wife. "Yes Mistress Janet, this is exactly what I want."

Janet released her grip on my nipple, put her arms around me and kissed me hard on the lips. When she was done kissing me she whispered into my ear, "Baby I love you so much. Tonight after Jerome leaves I promise it will be your time. You'll get to suck on my nipples and lick my pussy and my ass." She giggled. "If you're really well behaved while Jerome is here, I might even be willing to reward you with a little blow job. I know just how much you love those."

I grinned at my wife. "Mistress, I promise to be a perfect slave for you and your boyfriend this evening."

Janet patted my cheek. "That's a good boy. Now fetch me my purse. It's time for me to go shopping."

I handed Janet her purse. As she walked to the door she gave me some final instructions. "Jerome is probably going to arrive before I get back. I expect you to eagerly attend to all of his needs. Is that clear?"

I nodded. "Yes Mistress Janet. I will work very hard to take care of him.

"Good, When he arrives I want you to take him to the computer and show him cuckoldplace.com. I want him to learn a little more about our new lifestyle. You can use the time while he's on the computer to move your things to your new bedroom."

Janet kissed my cheek. "I should be back around three. You should plan on serving dinner at 4:30. Jerome needs to get home early.”

My wife walked out the door. As soon as she was gone I sat down on the couch and sighed. Life as Janet's slave was going to be very demanding.

GH that story is one of the best I have ever read! very very very sexy... especially the beginning...
It is getting a little rough on the husband though... When all rules are defined than it will get very banal… I hope you will be able to maintain intrigue…
But I tell you I had to stop at least 4 times till I could read till the end, very intense!
Good job!
Too wierd to live, to rare to die

love it, keep it up, need more

GH, glad to hear you had a relaxing time playing golf, the last 2 sections are great, it reminds me very much of my morning routine as I have Tony dress me after bathing me of course

I'll keep an eye out for your next post, anf once again thank you.

Mel x x

Khororus and wimpcuckneedsowner

Thanks for the taking the time to let me know you're enjoying my story

Mel

Thanks, mornings can be a fun time for everyone. (Mondays after vacations excepted, but that's my problem)

I always enjoy hearing from you.

GH

Here are some new segments

I allowed myself a few moments of relaxation and then I got off the couch. I had chores to do.

I grabbed my car keys and went to grocery store. I found a magnificent 20 ounce porterhouse steak for Jerome, a very nice tenderloin for Janet and a small sirloin for myself. I made a quick stop in the produce section for the salad ingredients and the potatoes and went straight to the checkout line.

On the way home I stopped at the cuckold water store and picked up two twelve packs of Budweiser and a good bottle of California merlot.

It was just after one o'clock when I carried the groceries into the kitchen.

After putting the groceries and beer in the refrigerator I went to work moving my things from Janet's room to my new bedroom.

I was just finishing hanging my clothes in my new closet when I heard the doorbell ring. I looked at the clock. It was just after 2:00 pm.

I quickly ran to the front door. When I got there I stopped and took a deep breath. My stomach was churning as I reached for the door knob. Moving my clothes from our marital bedroom to the guest room was an emotional trial, but it was nothing compared to the task of opening the front door so I could greet my wife's boyfriend.

I turned the knob and opened the door. For a moment Jerome and I both silently stared at each other.

Jerome Turner was a tall, physically fit man with a ruggedly handsome face. His full head of hair was just starting to turn gray at the temples. He was at least ten years older than Janet and me. I guessed that he was in his late thirties or early forties. He was wearing a sport coat over a very tight fitting tee shirt that showcased his well developed chest muscles and flat stomach.

I laughed to myself, if I had a body like that I'd wear tight tee shirts all the time. Jerome Turner was a stud. It was easy to understand why Janet was attracted to him.

I Finally pulled myself together and smiled at him. "Good afternoon Mr. Turner. Won't you please come in."

He smiled back at me and walked into the house. As he passed me he casually said, "Thank you Robbie."

We walked into the living room. I motioned to the large easy chair. "Please make yourself at home."

He politely nodded and said, "I‘ll do that."

I waited until he was comfortably seated and then asked, "Can I get you a beer?"

"Sure, That’d be real nice."

As I walked into the kitchen I thought to myself that at this moment, Jerome Turner was trying as hard as he could to hide it, but he was just as uncomfortable as I was.

While I was getting the beer from the refrigerator I decided that the only way this was going to work was if we both immediately started to play our roles.

I put a bottle of beer, a large glass and a coaster on a tray and carried it back into the living room. As I approached his chair I submissively bowed and said, "Your beer sir."

Jerome smiled at me. I don't think he quite knew how he was supposed to respond.

I set the coaster on the table next to him, put the glass on the coaster and poured the bottle of beer into it.

When I was done I set the tray on the dining room table and turned to face Jerome. I was about to ask him if I could get him anything else when he said, "Wife and husband."

I stared at Jerome. I was just a little bit shocked. "Wife and husband" was of course the phrase that Janet and I had agreed to use when we wanted to step out of our roles and talk to each other as equals.

Jerome smiled at me. "Robbie I talked to Janet on my way over here. I told her that I was a little nervous about meeting you. She suggested that I use that phrase so that we could get to know each other before we started playing what she called the game."

I nodded. "That's probably a good idea. Janet's a pretty smart woman."

Jerome laughed. "Yes she certainly is."

There was an uncomfortable moment of silence. I don't think either of us knew exactly how to start.

Finally Jerome motioned to the couch. "Robbie will you please sit down."

As I sat down Jerome shook his head. "It feels kind of funny to offer a man a seat in his own house."

I nodded in agreement. "Yes, this is an unusual situation."

Jerome leaned forward in his chair. “Robbie I don't exactly know how to begin this conversation, so I'm just going to start talking. If I offend you at anytime, please accept my apology in advance. Offending you is not my intention."

I shrugged and said, "Okay."

"Robbie, I've been seeing Janet on a regular basis for several months now."

"I know, she told me."

"Robbie I want you to know that during that time I feel like I've also gotten to know you."

"What do you mean?"

He grinned at me. "Your wife talks about you constantly. You can do no wrong in her eyes." He shook his head, "I only wished my wife loved me half as much as Janet loves you."

I chuckled. "That's an interesting comment considering your relationship with her."

He nodded. "Yes, I know. Maybe that's why I feel it's so important to tell you that. Robbie, your wife loves sex. She might be the most passionate woman I've ever met, but to her sex is more of a game." He smiled. "To Janet fucking is like playing golf or tennis. It's a recreational activity."

He shook his head. "Your wife doesn't love me and she never will. Oh yes, we're good friends, but all we ever do when were together is fuck. We never do anything else." He laughed. "When we do have a conversation it's almost always about you."

Jerome sighed. "I don't know if it helps you, but I did want you to know that."

I smiled at him. "Thank you, it is nice to know that."

Jerome appeared to be a nice guy. I decided that it might be a good idea if we got to know each other a little bit better.

I looked at him. "I just learned about you last night, so I know very little about you. What do you do for a living?"

"I sell office supplies. That's how I met Janet."

I understood immediately. My wife was the office manager for a large insurance company.

"Janet told me that you like to play golf. She said you're very good at the game." He laughed. "She actually brags about your ability."

I nodded, "I like to play and sometimes I can hit the ball well enough to win a little money.”

Suddenly I started laughing.

Jerome looked at me. "What's so funny."

"I just realized why Janet is always encouraging me to play golf."

Jerome grinned. "Yes, I suspect you're right." He shrugged. "You get time to play your favorite game and your wife gets time for hers."

I smiled. "That's probably a pretty good way for me to look at this."

"Yes, I think it is." He paused for a moment. "I've always been a tennis player, but I started to take golf lesmisters last year."

"Do you enjoy the game?"

"Very much, but I'm not very good."

"Would you like to get together and play some time?"

Jerome stared at me for a moment and then he said, "Yes, I'd like that." He paused. "You might have to be patient with me, I'm not very good."

I laughed. "That's okay when I beat you at golf you can just remind me that you're fucking my wife."

Jerome grinned at me. "Robbie it's easy to see why Janet likes you so much."

Suddenly Jerome got very quiet. After a moment he said, "I gather that I am supposed to adopt a cruel and heartless attitude towards you."

I nodded. "Yes sir, that is your role in this game."

He smiled at my response. "Robbie, please remember that I like you and when we go to the golf course, we're going as equals."

"I like you to Jerome, but now I think it's time for you to become Mr. Turner. Janet left very strict instructions about how I was to take care of you. I wouldn't want her to walk in and see us acting like to old army buddies."

Jerome chuckled at my joke and leaned back in his chair. Suddenly his demeanor changed. He took a long sip of beer and said, "All right slave boy, where do we go from here?"

"My Mistress thought you might like to see some of the web sites dealing with domination and cuckolding."

Jerome sat up. "That might be very helpful to me."

I stood up. "Sir when you're ready I will take you into the den and set you up on our computer."

Jerome picked up his glass and swallowed the rest of his beer. When he was done he set the glass back on the coaster and stood up. "Slave boy, I'm ready right now."

"Please follow me sir."

I led Jerome into the den and pulled out the chair at our computer desk. "Mr. Turner, please sit here."

The computer was already on so as Jerome sat down I opened the internet and typed in the address for Cuckoldplace.com.

When the site opened I said, "I'm going to give you a story to read. If you finish it before Janet gets here, call me and I'll find you another one. Would you like another beer?"

Jerome shook his head. "No thanks slave boy. I'll wait until your Mistress gets home."

"Very good sir. If you’ll excuse me, I have some tasks to finish. If you need anything please call me."

I left Jerome in the den and went to Janet's bedroom and gathered the rest of my things and moved them into my new bedroom.

I was just putting my socks and underwear into my new dresser when I heard my wife's voice.

"I'm home."

I quickly walked into the living room. Janet was in the dining room. She was setting her purse and car keys on the china cabinet.

When she heard me come in she turned and smiled at me. "Hi baby."

I politely bowed and said, "Hello Mistress Janet, did you have a good shopping trip?"

My wife giggled and walked over to me. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and reached down and gently squeezed my penis and balls. "Slave boy, you're being very well behaved right now. You must be hoping for a little attention after my lover goes home tonight.

I bowed again and said, "Mistress, I'm just trying to be an obedient servant."

Janet patted my cheek. "Robbie this is going to be so much fun." She looked around. "Where's Jerome? I know he's here, his car is parked in the driveway."

"He's in the den reading an internet story about cuckolding."

"Did the two of you have a talk?"

"Yes we did Mistress."

"Is everything okay Robbie?"

I nodded. "Yes everything is fine."

Janet sighed. "Good, I really want the two of you to get along."

She kissed my cheek. As she kissed me she whispered, "I'm going to go into the den and greet Jerome. I have some packages in my car, fetch them for me. When you come back into the house set them on the dining room table and wait for us in the living room. When we join you I am going to start being very dominant. Are you ready for this pussy boy?"

I took a deep breath. "Yes Mistress Janet, I am."

She giggled. "Good, because right now I'm so excited I could burst.

There were several large shopping bags on the back seat of Janet's convertible. I picked them all up and carried them into the house.

When I walked into the living room I stopped dead in my tracks. Janet and Jerome were already in there. They were locked in a passionate embrace.

This may be hard to understand, but seeing your wife passionately kissing another man may actually be more difficult than seeing her fucking him.

After a moment I managed to collect myself. I carried the packages into the dining room and set them the table. Once that task was completed I returned to the living room and stood perfectly still while Jerome kissed and fondled my wife.

Janet finally broke off the kiss and turned to face me. "Oh you're back already. Well, I guess it's time for proper introductions. Jerome Turner this is my pussy wimp husband Robbie, but this afternoon we'll call him peanut. Peanut this is my boyfriend Jerome Turner, but this afternoon you can call him Mr. Turner."

Jerome was now standing behind my wife. His arms were possessively wrapped around her. He was smirking at me as he fondled Janet's large breasts. Mr. Turner had obviously finished his reading.

GH it's good to see you had some time to come back. I always enjoy your stories, but I really enjoyed to real discussion between Jerome and peanut. If in real life, I lived in a situation like this, I would want my wife's lover to be concerned about me and my feelings. I know I'm submissive and long for discipline, but if I was treated with distain and used, he'd probably come up missing eventually. LOL Keep up the great writing.

more is all i can say
cuckold sissy wendy white aka tinyboywayne

More excellence GH....the way you build your stories and cover all the angles is to your credit...another fantastic read, I never have the willpower to leave the thread till it's finished so I can read your story in it's entirety...leaves me impatiently waiting for the next section all the time but the next section is always worth the wait

Thanks

Mel x x

Brilliant as ever GH. Your touch just gets sharper with every story in some ways. I don't know how you keep up the consistency. Janet is certainly becoming the most cruel of your young heroines. Can't wait to see how their loving relationship develops.

superb, gh! i think i'm in love with Janet! lol. i can't wait to see how really dominant She can get. if you keep this up, i'm going to run out of superlatives. i'll have used all the words of praise i know. . priss