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As soon as everyone was quiet April looked at me and said. "I think it's time for us to take a closer look at Lindsey's little cuckboy."

Maddie nodded. "April, I agree. It's inspection time for Petey." She turned to Lindsey. "Do you mind if we give your slave a thorough examination?"

Lindsey smiled. "No not at all. Please feel free to use him anyway you'd like."

A tiny thrill rippled through me when I heard Lindsey's callous attitude. My girlfriend was getting into the spirit of the evening.

Roxanne looked at her husband. "Peewee trade chairs with Petey."

Suddenly I understood what PW stood for. PW and I traded places.

I was about to sit down at the end of the table when April said, "No sweetie bring your chair over here and sit down between Maddie and me."

I started to get nervous. I looked at Lindsey. She smiled and said, "Petey, do as you're told."

I took a deep breath, picked up my chair and carried it over to Maddie and April.

Once I got there Roxanne turned to Court and Jamal. "Guys slide down and make some room for Petey."

A spot was opened up. I pushed my chair in between April and Maddie and sat down.

As soon as I was seated Maddie leaned over, put her arm around me me and said, "Oh my, he is an absolute doll."

April looked at Lindsey and asked, "What's his cuck name?"

Lindsey shrugged. "I don't know, Court and I just call him Petey."

Roxanne shook her head. "Oh no, all of our slaves have cuck names. Bobby is Quickspurt, Stevie is Speedy, Ricky is Footboy, Mark is Tiny and of course my sweet baby is Peewee. We always use these names when were entertaining men. It helps our little slaveboys remember their proper places."

Lindsey looked at the other women. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. We're new at this. Like I said, we just call him Petey."

Brenda smiled at Lindsey. "It's okay dear. We understand. Would you like us to name him for you?"

Lindsey grinned. "Oh yes please. I would appreciate that."

Maddie started rubbing my chest. At the same time she gently nuzzled my cheek and whispered, "I know exactly what your name should be. You're a little cutie, so I think we should call you that."

Every eye at the table was focused on us.

April reached over, pulled my shirt tail out of my trousers, slipped her hand under my shirt and found my right nipple. As she started playing with it she said, "He doesn't have any hair on his chest. He's just like a little doll." She paused and then she said, "A cute little doll. I think Maddie has chosen a very good name for him."

Maddie was still nuzzling my cheek. "Would you like that Petey? Would you like to be our “Little Cutie?"

I was very excited and I really did want to be their “Little Cutie", so I took a deep breath and nodded my head.

"That settles it. He likes his new name." It was Brenda. She turned to Lindsey and said, "If it's acceptable to you, we're going to name him "Little Cutie". "

Lindsey grinned. "I love the name. I think he is a little cutie." She looked at Court. “Is that name okay with you?”

Court glanced at me. I gave him a slight nod. He chuckled and said, “I think it's just perfect.”

Maddie kissed my cheek. "Little Cutie", I think you're going to become a wonderful toy for us." As she said this she slipped her hand onto my crotch. Needless to say, I had an erection.

The moment Maddie felt my stiff penis she stopped and stared across the table at Lindsey. "He's not properly caged. Lindsey allowing an uncontrolled cuck to enter Baxter's is really quite irresponsible."

Lindsey looked around. "I'm sorry, I don't understand."

Sandra shook her head. "Maddie, she's very young. I doubt that she's ever even heard of chastity cages."

April nodded, "I'd never heard of them until I met Helen and Jessica and if I remember correctly the five of you had never heard of them until you met me.”

Julie smiled. "Maddie, April is correct. I think we should cut Lindsey a little slack on this."

Maddie shrugged. "I guess so. Lindsey, I'm sorry. I had no business being so critical."

Lindsey looked around the table. "Will someone please explain what you're talking about."

Julie patted Lindsey's hand. "Honey our boys all wear plastic shields over their penises. The shields are called chastity cages."

"Why do they wear them?"

"The cages keep our husbands from getting full erections and prevent them from masturbating without our permission. We like to control their orgasms."

"Why?"

Sandra leaned forward. "There are two reamisters.”

April smiled. "Our boys are much more tractable when we deny them the release that comes with an orgasm."

Brenda laughed. "After a week of powerd abstinence I can get Bobby to do almost anything if I offer him the opportunity to ejaculate as a reward."

Sandra winked at Lindsey. "There's also the element of sadistic pleasure for us."

April nodded. "Tonight I'm going to hook up with a very handsome man. We're both going to have several orgasms while we play with each other in the back seat of his car. Knowing that my pussy husband is sitting in the bar wearing a locked cage that prevents him from getting any pleasure, even a full erection, adds a little sadistic spice to our party."

"Okay, I understand why you're doing it, but I still don't understand how these chastity things work."

Julie looked at her husband and said, "Ricky bring your chair over here and slide it in between Lindsey and me." She looked at Traci and Jamister. "Slide down just a little bit. I'm going to show Lindsey Ricky's cage."

Everyone looked around. Most of the people who had been dining in the area nearest to the main entrance were now gone. There was only one couple left and they were obviously in the latter stages of a romantic dinner. Their attention was focused on each other.

There were several unattached women seated at the smaller tables around us, but everyone knew why they were here. No one was particularly concerned about their reaction if they happened to notice Julie and Lindsey fiddling with Ricky's trousers. The bar was slowly filling with unattached men, but they were also here looking for sex so no one was concerned about them either.

Ricky pushed his chair in between Julie and Lindsey. As soon as he was seated he passively sat back and let his wife open his trousers.

Everyone was leaning over the table trying to get a look at Ricky.

Suddenly Lindsey gasped and said, "Oh my! That's amazing." She looked at Julie. "Does it hurt him while he's wearing it?"

"Go ahead and ask him. His name is Footboy."

"Footboy does it hurt?"

Ricky shook his head. "No Mistress Lindsey. It feels kind of funny at first, but after you wear it for a little while you get used to it."

Lindsey stared at Ricky for a moment and then she smiled. He was at least fifteen years older than she was. It was obvious that having a man his age call her Mistress Lindsey excited her.

Julie said, "Go ahead, you can touch it."

Lindsey was silent. The table was in the way, so I couldn't see what she was doing; but it was obvious that she was touching Ricky's caged penis.

After a moment she turned to court. "You really should come over here and see this. He's wearing a pair of pink lace panties. His little thing is in a plastic sleeve with a pad lock on it and it's sticking out through a slit in the front of his panties."

Court got up and walked around the table. He looked over Ricky's shoulder and then he shook his head. "I've never seen anything like that before."

Court returned to his chair.

Lindsey looked at Julie. "Where do you get these things?"

"We buy them at a downtown store called Sex Land."

Roxanne giggled. "They have all kinds of wonderful toys there."

Julie kissed Ricky on the cheek. "Sweetie zip up your pants and take your chair back to your place. We're done with you for the moment."

Ricky zipped up his pants and took his chair back to his place next to Stevie and sat down.

As soon as he was seated Maddie looked at Lindsey and said, "I think it's time for us to examine Cutie's little peepee?"

Lindsey smiled and said, "Please help yourselves; but I warn you, it doesn't take very much to make him cum."

Sandra stood up. "Come on Jules, let's see what Cutie's got inside his pants."

Traci also jumped up. "I want to see to."

Julie looked at her. "Traci, don't you see enough cocks during your work day?"

Traci laughed. "Jules, don't be foolish. You can never see enough cocks. Besides I happen to love looking at the cute little ones your boys have. They're all look like dainty little toys."

Sandra poked Julie in the ribs. "It really was a silly question."

Julie shrugged. "I know, I guess I just got confused."

As they walked around the table Lindsey said, "It's really not very much to see."

Sandra laughed. "Lindsey, we know that. We just happen to have a thing for cute little penises."

Lindsey giggled. "Well you're about to see one."

Maddie reached down, unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. On one side of me Brenda was leaning over April's shoulder. On the other side of me Roxanne was leaning over Maddie's shoulder. Sandra, Julie and Traci were all standing behind me. Everyone was watching as Maddie opened my trousers.

"He's wearing black panties." It was April.

She looked over at Lindsey. "We generally choose a color that's a little less formal for our boys."

I knew this was coming, but my face still turned red.

Brenda nodded. "We prefer that they wear pastels. Shades of pink and yellow are our favorite colors. They make our husbands look so feminine."

Lindsey shrugged, "The panties were a spur of the moment idea. They were actually part of a lingerie set that Angela picked out for me when I bought this dress."

Brenda stared at Lindsey. After a moment she said, "Honey, you're not wearing stockings and every time you lean over it's obvious you're not wearing a brassiere. What happened to the lingerie set?"

"Petey and I." Lindsey stopped and corrected herself. "I mean Cutie and I decided that I didn't need the lingerie. We both thought my young soft skin might be a bigger attraction for the middle aged men at Baxter's."

Sandra looked at Brenda. "Bren, this is one very smart girl."

Brenda nodded. "Yes, she most certainly is."

Roxanne was shaking her head. "Okay, but that still doesn't explain the panties. They look very sexy to me. Why didn't you want to wear those?"

Julie turned to Roxanne. "I'll bet she wanted to wear a thong."

Lindsey shook her head. "Nope, I'm not wearing a thong."

April shrugged. "All right, we give up. What are you wearing?'

Lindsey shifted over to Traci's chair. She picked up Jamister's hand and set it on her knee. "Mr. Mathews, why don't you do a little investigating and tell them what you find."

Jamister grinned. As he slipped his hand under Lindsey's dress he said, "I would never dream of passing up an invitation like this one, especially from a pretty young girl like you."

Lindsey winked at him. "Mr. Mathews, flattery like that will get you a very long way."

Everyone watched Jamister push the hem of Lindsey's dress up her thigh and slip his hand between her legs.

Suddenly he laughed and then he turned and looked around the table. "She's wearing my favorite kind of underpants, none at all."

Everyone started laughing and cheering.

During all the commotion I noticed that Jamister hadn't removed his hand from Lindsey's pussy. I watched my girlfriend. Her eyes were closed and there was a slight smile on her face. She was obviously enjoying this older man's touch.

All of the sudden she gasped and her eyes popped open. She looked across the table at the women grouped around me and giggled. "He certainly does know how to make a girl happy."

Sandra broke out laughing. "Yes dear, he certainly does."

Julie winked at Lindsey. "There's a reamister that he's Sandra's steady boyfriend."

Lindsey smiled for a moment and then her face changed to an expression of horror as she grasped the meaning of Julie's words. She grabbed Jamister's hand, pulled it away from her cunt and looked at Sandra.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know. Please forgive me. I wasn't trying to..."

Sandra held up her hand. "Lindsey honey, it's okay." She stopped to think for a moment and then she continued. "Julie is right. Jamister is my boyfriend, but that doesn't have the same meaning to us that it might have to other people. Stevie and I both consider Jamister to be one of our closest friends. Jamister also happens to be a regular sex partner for me and when we have date night at the house he is almost always my guest." She shook her head. "But Jamister and I have no interest in any kind of exclusive relationship with each other. We both crave variety and love having lots of different sex partners. I think the relationship that Stevie, Jamister and I have may be very much like the relationship you, Petey and Court are developing."

She smiled at Lindsey. "I know my friend well enough to be absolutely certain he would love pairing up with a beautiful young girl like you. If you're looking for an experienced older man to be your playmate this evening, you couldn't do any better than our friend Jamister."

Brenda grinned at Lindsey. "You might be interested in knowing that when all of us first met Jamister we nicknamed him "Big Dick" Jamister."

Julie motioned towards the group of men standing in the bar. "I'm quite certain that at this moment Jamister has the biggest cock in this restaurant."

Lindsey shook her head. "I don't know, Court's pretty big."

Sandra looked at Jamister. "Sweetheart, why don't you let Lindsey do a little exploration."

Jamister unbuckled his belt and loosened the top of his trousers. "Little lady, I checked you out, now it's your turn to check me out."

Lindsey giggled as she pushed her hand down the front of Jamister's suit pants. Suddenly her eyes got very big. She looked around the table and said, "That's fucking huge. He could hurt me with that thing."

Everyone laughed.

Sandra shook her head. "No Jamister is a gentle and patient lover. He will move very slowly until he's certain you're ready for him."

Julie added "Our friend loves blow jobs. He has an absolute passion for them. If you do decide to pair up with him this evening we hope you will begin by spending a little time sucking his cock. He would like that.”

Sandra nodded. “Sucking and licking a penis that big is an experience you do not want to miss.”

Lindsey leaned over and kissed Jamister's cheek. "Mr. Mathews I absolutely adore giving blow jobs."

Lindsey still had her hand inside his trousers. He glanced down at it and said, "My dear, now that we have formally introduced ourselves to each other I think it would be appropriate for you to call me Jamister."

Everyone at the table started laughing again.

Maddie looked around the table. "Well now that we have those two paired off for the evening, why don't we get back to inspecting Cutie's little toy."

April placed her hand on my crotch. She immediately felt my erection. "We'd better be careful, the little guy is excited."

Maddie turned to Roxanne. "Roxie, grab a napkin and have it ready in case he spurts."

I felt April lift my hips up. At the same time I felt Maddie start to pull my trousers down. I suddenly realized that they weren't just going to take a peak at my penis, they actually intended to pull my pants down in the middle of the restaurant.

I looked around in horror. The women at the adjoining tables were watching us. Several of them were snickering. "This is a crowded restaurant. You can't do this here."

Sandra leaned over, gently kissed the top of my head and whispered, "Cutie, you're our little toy; were playing with you now. We're trying to embarrass you, just relax and enjoy it. If you want us to stop just say the word dull, we'll stop immediately."

Julie kissed the back of my neck. "Cutie, you remind us of a younger version of our husbands. All of us are already madly in love with you. We're going to torment you, but we'll never really hurt you."

The soft soothing voices of these two very beautiful women relaxed me. I believed that I could trust them. Knowing that I could stop this by saying dull also helped.

As I relaxed I started to understand that I didn't really want them to stop. I wanted to be their toy. This was one of my masochistic fantasies coming to life.

I took a deep breath and raised my hips.

Sandra saw what I was doing and whispered, "That's a good boy, let Maddie pull your pants down."

She lowered my trousers to my knees.

A middle aged woman from a neighboring table stood up and walked over to our table. "Would you mind if I watched?"

Maddie smiled at her and said, "Not at all. The more the merrier."

April reached over and gave my panties a firm tug. My tiny penis sprang to attention the moment it was freed. I felt like I was on display for the entire restaurant. I'm certain my face turned beet red.

I heard Maddie say, "Isn't it just darling. It looks like a miniature model of the real thing."

I gasped as she wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of my cock. "Shall we see if it really works?"

A feeling of horror welled up inside me as she started stroking my erect penis. I didn't want to cum in front of all these people. I closed my eyes, bit my lower lip, took a deep breath, strained every muscle in my body and started counting backwards from 10,000. I was doing everything I possibly could to keep from ejaculating.

Suddenly I heard Sandra say, "Maddie, that's enough. Let the poor boy keep a little bit of his dignity."

I sighed with relief as I felt Maddie let go of my cock.

Someone leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Cutie, that was very good. You're learning to control your orgasms." It was Julie. Her soft voice soothed my ragged nerves. "Your Mistress should be very proud of you."

I opened my eyes and looked across the table at Lindsey. She was snuggled up to Jamister Mathews. He had his arm around her shoulder.

She saw me looking at her and smiled. "Petey honey I'm very pleased with you. You behaved extremely well."

I beamed with pride.

I felt a pair of hands tugging at my trousers. Next to me, April said, "Come on Cutie, let's pull your pants back up. The waiters are bringing our salads."

April pulled up my trousers and fastened them for me. As soon as she was done Brenda said, "Cutie take your chair back down to the other end of the table. It's time for you to rejoin the other cucks. We only allow men to eat at this end of the table."

I picked up my chair. As I passed by Court he patted my back and said, "Way to hang in their buddy."

Wow, gh, this turning into the most awesome thing you've written so far! Thank you so much! i hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving Day. priss

Thanks Priss.

It helps me to hear that. I'm a little worried that I'm boring people. This segment of the story is going to have more appeal to the people who have read my other stories, particularly "Sandra and Stevie".

I don't think I have ever had this much fun writing a story.

Thanks again for your support.

I had a wonderful Thanksgiving and I hope you did to.

GH

The waiters must have been watching us. Our salads appeared as soon I was seated and our entrees arrived shortly after we finished our salads.

The food was excellent. Everyone ate and talked quietly. This was my first opportunity to actually get to know the husbands. They were all well educated interesting men. I felt like I could easily become friends with all of them.

During dinner there were two conversations. One was among the women at the far end of the table. They were taking the opportunity to get to know Lindsey. The other conversation was at our end or the table. The husbands were taking the opportunity to get to know me.

Court, Traci, Jamister and Jamal seemed to be listening to both groups and freely shifted between each conversation as the topics changed.

Once we were finished eating the waiters cleared the dishes and brought coffee for everyone. We spent a few more minutes chatting over our coffee and then the waiters appeared with two bottles of champagne. The coffee was cleared and the waiters set the champagne and eighteen glasses in the center of the table. I wondered why there were so many glasses.

As soon as the champagne was in place Bobby, Stevie, PW, Mark, Jamal and Ricky all stood up.

Ricky turned to me. "Petey stand up, it's time for us to leave."

I stood up and joined the other husbands. I noticed that even though he wasn't a cuck Jamal was standing with us. Jamister and Court were the only men still seated.

The wives all stood up and walked over to their respective husbands. Each of them hugged their spouse and said exactly the same thing. "Please remember that I love you more than any man alive and no matter what I do or who I meet tonight I will come back to you. I will always come back to you."

I noticed that Jamal was saying it to Maddie while she was saying it to him.

Once that was said each couple kissed. Their kisses weren't hot and passionate preludes to sex, rather they were soft and romantic. These were people who were expressing their love for each other.

As soon as Lindsey realized what was happening she stood up and ran over to me.

Everyone stopped kissing and watched as she looked into my eyes and said, "Petey, we're young and we've only known each other for a short time. I know that I like you very much, but I'm still not certain I can say I'm in love with you." She smiled at me. "But Petey, I do know that I like you more than any boy I've ever met and I promise that no matter what I do or who I meet tonight I will come back to you at the end of the evening."

Everyone, including the women at the surrounding tables clapped and cheered as Lindsey kissed me.

All the other husbands, including Jamal patted their wives on their butts and said, "Have a good time."

I followed their lead. After I patted Lindsey's butt we all turned and walked towards the bar.

As we were walking into the bar Jamister stood up and walked over to Lindsey. "I'm going to go into the bar and stand with the other men. If you would like to get together with me tonight the women will show you how to do it."

Court also stood up. As he was leaving Brenda said, "Court our group has a little tradition. After we're done with our parking lot parties we all like to meet our husbands in the bar for a quiet Diet Coke. Generally studs are not allowed to join us, but we make an exception for Jamister and we would like to make that same exception for you. Please join us when you come in from the parking lot."

Court smiled at the women and said, "Thank you I would like that very much."

As soon as Court was gone Traci stood up. She looked at the other women and said, "I've had plenty of sex today. I'm going to join your husbands in the bar. I'm sure I can get Stevie to buy me a Diet Coke."

Julie motioned to her. "Traci, before you go we want to discuss something with you."

Traci stared at Julie. "What is it Jules?"

Sandra motioned to her. "Come over here for a moment."

At the same time Julie said, "Lindsey come over here and sit down. We need to have a little conference."

While we were getting seated at the bar Traci, Lindsey and the wives were all huddled around one end of the table holding a very quiet conversation.

Suddenly Traci clapped her hands together and started laughing. "You can count me in. I'll keep an eye on the clock. After you've been out in the parking lot for about an hour I'll find a guy in the bar who didn't get lucky and I'll take him out to the parking lot for a quick blow job."

Traci turned and walked into the bar. As she was sitting down I noticed that Lindsey was staring at me. She had a huge grin on her face. I nodded to her. She nodded back to me.

Thanksgiving, now there's a funny thing. Being English, I suppose I should share in the collective thanks for help rendered to our countrymen by the natives of a foriegn land, but we just don't do that over here. I suppose English turkeys are grateful .. for about a month, then we eat them at Christmas instead. Funny old world.

So I'll leave it at just my permisteral thanks to you GH. This story is no turkey.

Love it GH. Thank you for your efforts.

Hey GH, I can tell you're having fun with this one, it shows in the storyline, and in your rate of production. Amazing! I wouldn't worry about boring anyone with it, I just can't imagine that being possible!
And peak, thanks once again for making me laugh with another of your clever comments!
You guys really help make this site a lot of fun.

Peak

I suspect American turkeys would also just as soon wait until Christmas to meet there demise. Nonetheless it is a big holiday here. I had dinner with a large group of friends this year. We ate drank and watched football (the American variety) It was really quite enjoyable.

Thanks for the words of support. I always appreciate them.

titsrfun2

I just love responding to your comments because of your name. It always makes me laugh.

Thanks for the kind comment.

Stormy

Thanks for the words of support. Anytime I'm not just describing a sexual act I worry about boring people. Your feedback helps.

In all fairness I have to admit that there was a reamister for my rate of production this week.

One of my wife's gentleman friends has a home on Marco Island Florida. Lisa is spending the Holiday weekend there with him and three other couples. She'll be returning home late this afternoon. This allowed me alot of time to write.

Last night Lisa called me and told me she bought me a tee shirt at famous fish restaurant down there. You know you're a cuckold when your wife goes away for a weekend with another man and she brings you a souvenir tee shirt as a present.

Next week my production will fall off a little and at the end of the week Lisa and I are going to Texas for a weekend together.

Peak, Tits and Stormy

Thanks again for you support.

GH

GH

Been meaning to write this for some time. I am sorry for the delay. I am a big fan of your work. I am "addicted " to them. Sorry for the spelling no d*mn spell check lol.

I enjoy the way you describe the relationship, the loving relationship between the wife and the cuck.

Thanks for writing, keep it up, and I will keep reading

Meijer

GH. Fantastic story! and what a treat to meet up with all the old gang again! Seems like a huge family re-union in a way, and a lot more fun than the holiday re-unions in my family.

Thanks again for the great story and keep up the good work. Your wife will obviously have to play with her lovers more often !

Meijer

Thanks for the nice comment. I appreciate your taking the time to tell me that.

subchard

Thank you, I always appreciate your words of support. I enjoy writing about this group of people. I'm glad you enjoy reading about them.

Thanks again to both of you

GH

As soon as we got into the bar Stevie walked up to the bartender and said, "Mike I want you to meet our friend Peter Solomon. He likes to be called Petey."

"Hey Petey, nice to meet you. If you're a friend of this gang of thugs then you're a friend of mine."

Bobby leaned over the bar and said, "Hey Mike, Tracie's going to be joining us tonight so we'll need an extra Diet Coke."

Mike nodded. "Got it Bobby. I'll get Mr. Mathews and Mr. Wright their cocktails and then I'll be back with your sodas."

Ricky sat down and patted the stool next to him. "Sit down Petey."

As I was sitting down he said, "The people at Baxter's are very open minded and more than happy to accept our life style."

Bobby chuckled. "The fact that we tip generously doesn't hurt our position either."

Stevie looked at us and said, "You're right, but Ricky pointed out the key fact. They're open minded. Vince and his employees aren't intimidated by a life style that's different from their own."

Ricky shrugged. "My friends are both right. The management and employees of this restaurant are indeed all good people, but it is also true that we reward them very well for their tolerance." He smiled. "It doesn't really matter. For whatever reamister, the people at Baxter's are very willing participants in the games we play."

Mark chuckled. "They've allowed our wives to establish some rules that govern our behavior in this nightclub."

Stevie nodded. "You already know the first rule, we're never allowed to take holy water at Baxter's. Our wives have decided that consuming holy water here is a privilege exclusively reserved for men and women and absolutely denied to little cuckboys like us."

Ricky quickly added. "You just witnessed another rule. Men are always served ahead of cuckboys."

Stevie smiled. "At Baxter's our wives are not only given the opportunity to play with other men, they're also allowed to publicly humiliate us while they're doing it."

PW laughed. "Yes, they have done a very good job of making sure were treated like second class citizens in this nightclub."

"And you guys deserve every bit of offense you get. You're a group of pathetic little wimps who let other men fuck your wives while you sit by and do absolutely nothing about it."

We all turned. It was Traci. She was grinning at all of us."

Bobby grinned back at her. "Hi Traci, it's nice to have you join us. You always say just the right thing to boost our self esteem."

She laughed. "Honey you guys love it when I use you."

I was sitting between Bobby and Ricky. Traci grabbed an empty stool, slid it over next to me and said, "Bobby do you mind if I slide in next to Cutie. I don't often get a chance to visit with a college boy."

Bobby slid his stool over and said, "Go right ahead." He laughed. "You know that Ricky, Stevie, Mark, PW and I all believe in the supremacy of females so when you're with us you can put your stool any where you want."

Traci leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Sweetheart, I just love spending time with the five of you. It always boosts my self esteem."

Stevie smiled at her. "You'd better enjoy spending time with us, we now work together. We're going to be seeing a lot of each other in the future."

Traci grinned at all of them. "Thank you so much for hiring me. I can't wait until Monday."

I looked at her. "What are you going to be doing."

Bobby patted her shoulder. "She's going to manage our new office."

"It's the first real job I've ever had."

I stared at her. "Really? How have you supported yourself?" I stopped and shook my head. "No, I'm sorry I forgot; you're an escort."

Now it was Traci's turn to stare at me. After a moment she said, "Thank you Petey, Once most people hear what I do, they can't think about anything else."

I shrugged. "I guess I'm just a naive little kid from Iowa."

Traci laughed. "I've only known you for about an hour, but I'm already quite certain that you're neither a kid nor naive."

I shook my head. "I don't know, you and six other women just pulled my pants down in the middle of a fancy restaurant and taunted me about the size of my cute little penis."

Traci looked at me. "Honey did that upset you?" I could see genuine concern in her eyes.

I stared at the floor. I was a little embarrassed by what I was about to admit. I paused for a moment and then I took a deep breath and just said it. "No, I was a little worried that I might ejaculate, but it was actually pretty exciting. I don't really understand why, but I guess I like being treated that way."

Traci noticed my embarrassment. "There's no need to feel ashamed about that." She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Sweetie if you can accept me as I am, I can easily accept you as you are."

Ricky patted my shoulder. "Petey, you've found the right group of friends. Were a little gang of submissive masochistic cuckold wimps."

Traci laughed. "And if anyone of these men ever becomes available I'll marry him in a second. These little wimps are the toughest, strongest men I've ever met and I happen to know that every one their wives feels exactly the same way."

"Hey, I don't like to interrupt this little love fest, but the show is about to start."

It was PW. I looked at him. "I don't understand, what show?"

Ricky leaned over. "Check out the table. Our wives are ready to start selecting their partners for the evening."

I looked over at the wives. They had spread out so they occupied the entire length of the table. Each woman now had an empty chair next to her.

I watched Lindsey. Sandra and Julie were busy explaining something to her.

Mark looked at all of us. "Okay, it's time to hear everyone's predictions."

Ricky turned to me. "I suppose it's kind of lame, but I guess we're all true cuckolds. We enjoy watching our wives select and seduce their lovers for the evening."

PW added, “We also get a kick out of trying to guess who they're going to pick. Were really pretty good at it.”

Stevie looked at Bobby. "Alright Mr. accountant, you're first. Who is Brenda going to pick?"

Bobby sighed. "You had to start with me? This is a tough question tonight."

Stevie smiled at him. "You know she enjoys Court. Don't you think she'll just pick him?"

Bobby nodded. "That's always a possibility, but tonight I think she's more likely to let someone else have Court."

Traci laughed. "Bobby you are observant. Court's going to be back at our table in a few minutes, but he won't be sitting with Brenda."

Ricky grinned at Traci. " Oh Goddess of wisdom, please enlighten us."

She stuck her tongue out at Ricky and then she shook her head. "Oh no, I'm going to wait and see if anyone else is as observant as Bobby and me."

Mark rolled his eyes. "If the two of you could be serious for a moment we have quite a bit of work to get done in a very short time." He turned to Bobby. "Okay, if it isn't going to be Court who is Brenda going to pick?"

Bobby nodded towards three younger men who were standing together in the far corner of the bar. "See the guy in the navy blue sweater?"

I looked. Bobby was pointing out a very handsome man in his mid twenties. He was wearing an expensive looking navy blue cashmere sweater over an open collared pin stripe dress shirt. The tight wool sweater and well tailored khaki trousers accentuated his muscular athletic body. He looked like a refugee from a fraternity party.

Next to me I heard Ricky say; "Bobby I agree, We all know you're wife has a thing for young guys. Brenda will never be able to resist him."

Mark smiled at Ricky. "Okay Prof., it's your turn. Who's Julie going to pick."

Ricky laughed. "That's easy. Check out the guy at the end of the bar takeing the schooner of beer."

I'd noticed the man earlier. It was hard to miss him. He had the huge biceps and barrel chest of a construction worker. The sleeves of his western shirt were rolled up exposing powerful arms that were heavily decorated with exotic tattoos. His shaved head and snug fitting jeans added to a tough masculine image that I was certain attracted hordes of women."

Stevie chuckled. "Ricky my friend, you understand your wife very well."

Ricky grinned at him. "Okay Speedman, let's see how well you understand your wife."

Stevie smiled. "This is easy. Take a look at the guy sitting next to Jamister."

We all looked. He was a very handsome older man. He seemed to be about the same age as Jamister. His salt and pepper hair, tortoise shell glasses and neatly trimmed goatee gave him a distinguished almost professorial look. His neatly pressed blue blazer, white shirt and striped tie indicated that he was a natty dresser and his trim athletic body made it clear that he took good care of himself.

PW laughed. "Stevie you are correct. There is no doubt."

Mark nodded. "Alright PW, I guess it's your turn. Who is Roxanne going to pick."

PW shrugged. "That's easy, Roxanne and Court have been flirting with each other all evening."

Traci clapped her hands together. "PW you are observant."

He gave Traci a sly grin. "She is my wife."

Bobby looked at Mark. "Your turn."

Mark chuckled. "Mine is the easiest of them all."

Stevie turned to Bobby. "He is right you know. You really didn't even have to ask."

Bobby nodded. "Yeah I know, but it's part of the game. He does have to guess."

I looked at everyone. "I don't understand, Who is April going to pick?"

Ricky leaned over and pointed out a man about thirty standing near the wall. I'd noticed him earlier. You couldn't possibly miss him. He was at least 6'6" tall and 250 lbs of solid muscle. He looked like a professional football player.

Mark smiled at me. "My wife has a real thing for big men."

Bobby took a sip of his Diet Coke and said, "Okay, the predictions are in, let's see how well we know our wives."

"Just a minute, don't I get to make a prediction about Lindsey?"

Stevie looked at me. "Petey we thought you already knew."

I shrugged. "Well I did think it was going to be Jamister, but then he got up and moved into the bar."

Traci patted my knee. "Petey honey, Jamister was just being diplomatic."

"I don't understand."

"He wants to give Lindsey a chance to take a look at all the men in the bar before she makes her final selection."

Stevie nodded. "Jamister wants Lindsey to be able to enjoy the full Baxter's experience tonight. Our friend is very confident. He's not worried about finding a partner and if Lindsey picks another man he won't feel rejected."

Ricky leaned over. "I think our wives also want Lindsey to learn how the process works at Baxter's. They're going to show her how to select a man and get him over to the table."

Traci smiled. "Tonight she's going to get to practice on Jamister." She patted my knee. "Just sit back and watch."

Love the story GH. Now it's time for lots of sex at Baxter's. Thanks for keeping the story going.

GH, just a quick note. It's great to see the whole gang again. You're right, you know. The reader really needs to have read your earlier works for the complete experience. I'd suggest that those that haven't done so check your list of posts in this forum and read your earlier stories.

Good and bi

Tits

Thanks, There is a big batch of sex coming, but I think it's coming when they get home. Remember they still have to do the laundry. I don't think washing clothes has to be dull.

Goodnbi

Thanks to you also. Because of the way stories get buried at this website, I think the easiest place to read my earlier stories is now at Literotica.com. Go to the "Loving Wives" section and click on the letter "S".

Scroll down until you find "Roxanne and Willie". Open any story and click on my name, that will bring you to a list of my stories.

While your there, check out my favorites. "A Cuckold Wedding" by Katt is great fun.

Thanks again

GH

We all focused our attention on the table. The wives were still talking with Lindsey. While they were talking Brenda was busy pouring a glass of champagne for each of them.

After a moment they all turned and watched Sandra.

She started staring into the bar. I followed her gaze. Sandra's eyes were fixed on the middle aged gentleman sitting next to Jamister. This was the man Stevie predicted she would select.

Sandra's gentleman had turned his barstool so that he was partially facing into the dining room. It was apparent that he understood the process at Baxter's. His position allowed him to pick up Sandra's stare almost immediately. As soon as their eyes met Sandra started to seductively lick her lips. Her gentleman watched her for a moment and then he stood up and very slowly walked towards her. She continued staring at him. This removed all doubt from his mind that he was the target of Sandra's interest.

I was really quite impressed as he walked up to Sandra, confidently leaned over and whispered into her ear. Sandra smiled, kissed his cheek and patted the chair next to her. Once he was seated Sandra poured a glass of champagne for him and they fell into a rapt conversation.

I shook my head and commented to Ricky, "I would never have the courage to do that."

Traci leaned over and kissed my cheek. "That's why he's a stud and you're a little pussyboy."

Julie whispered to Lindsey for a moment and then Lindsey started staring into the bar. I smiled, she was looking directly at Jamister. This made me happy. I liked Jamister and I was quite certain he would show her a wonderful time tonight.

Jamister was waiting for this and immediately locked eyes with her. As soon as Lindsey started licking her lips Jamister smiled and walked over to her.

When Jamister arrived at the table Lindsey stood up, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately on the lips. After they sat down Julie leaned over and whispered to Lindsey. Lindsey nodded a poured a glass of champagne for her lover. This was apparently the final signal of acceptance in this mating ritual. Once it was full, Jamister picked up his glass and offered Lindsey a toast. I couldn't hear what he said, but Lindsey giggled and picked up her glass. After they clinked glasses they each took a sip of champagne. As soon as they finished their toast Lindsey climbed onto Jamister's lap and put her arms around his neck.

Jamister Kissed Lindsey a second time. While they were kissing a little pang of jealousy rippled through me as I watched this handsome older man brazenly slide his right up my girlfriends left side and cup her left breast.

Once they had Lindsey and Jamister settled, the rest of the women went to work. It wasn't long before everyone of them was deeply involved in a quiet conversation with a very handsome man.

I was amazed to note that my fellow cuckolds were one hundred percent correct in their predictions about who their wives would select. I looked around. All of them were now silent. Their eyes were focused on the table. They were watching with a combination of excitement, longing and jealousy as other men audaciously seduced their wives in front of them.

I focused my attention on Jamister and Lindsey.

Traci must have noticed this because she leaned over and whispered to me. "Cutie, does it excite you to see another man seducing your girlfriend?"

I kept my eyes focused on Jamister and Lindsey as I slowly nodded my head up and down.

Traci sighed wistfully. "Lindsey is so lucky to have found you."

I continued watching Jamister and Lindsey. They were flirting and giggling like two teenagers hiding in the corner of the gymnasium at a high school dance. Jamister was obviously enjoying my girlfriends youthful exuberance.

Across from Jamister and Lindsey, Court and Roxanne were huddled together. Court whispered something into Roxanne's ear. She smiled at him and nodded her head. Court stood up, bowed politely and gallantly offered his hand to Roxanne. She blushed like a young débutante, took his offered hand and rose from her chair. As soon as she was standing Court led her to the dance floor.

Roxanne wrapped her arms around Court's shoulders and rested her face against his chest. Court responded by putting his arms around Roxanne's waist and pulling her tightly into his body and then he slipped his left hand down to Roxanne's luscious rear

I looked to my right. PW was watching intently as Court massaged his wife's gorgeous ass while they danced to the easy rhythm of the romantic ballad that was playing in the background,

The rest of the table quickly followed Court and Roxanne's lead. Soon all seven couples were lustfully pressing their bodies against each other as they swayed to the erotic beat of the sensual dance music. At Baxter's dancing was obviously a form of foreplay.

Julie and her construction worker were the first to break apart and walk out to the parking lot. As they were walking through the bar Julie called to her husband. "Hey Footboy do you mind if big Ron here takes me out to the parking lot so we can fuck?"

The entire bar erupted into laughter. Ricky's face turned a deep shade of crimmister.

After they were gone Traci grinned at Ricky and said, "Your wife loves you doesn't she?"

Ricky grinned and said, "Yes, she certainly does."

Brenda and her young man came next followed by Roxanne and Court. As they passed through the bar Brenda and Roxie waved at their husbands and Court gave me a quick wink. I was envious of him, Roxanne has a sensational body.

Sandra and her distinguished gentleman were right behind Roxie and Brenda. They were involved in a quiet conversation as they casually strolled arm in arm through the bar. When they reached the bar door Sandra took a quick break from their conversation, looked back and blew a kiss to her waiting husband.

April and her football player, Maddie and her partner and Jamal and a very prim looking middle aged woman all came through together. As April passed Mark she made a big show of cuddling up to her date's large muscular body.

After they were gone Ricky said, "I have a strong suspicion that Jamal is a living, breathing sexual fantasy for that woman"

Traci laughed. "Ricky I think you're right, that uptight broad is going to remember tonight for for the rest of her life."

Lindsey and Jamister were the last of our group to leave the dance floor. That didn't actually surprise me; Lindsey had told me several times that she loved to dance almost as much as she loved to fuck.

I expected them to go directly to the bar door, but they didn't. Instead they walked straight towards me. Once they got close Lindsey let go of Jamister's hand and ran over to me. She threw her arms around my shoulders, kissed me on the lips and grinned at me. "Petey you're the most wonderful boyfriend a girl could ever hope to find."

She giggled. "Jamister really does have a huge cock and I can't wait to get out to his car so I can feel it in my mouth and my pussy."

I looked around. The remaining men at the opposite end of the bar were all smirking and shaking their heads. I was both thrilled by Lindsey's attention and humiliated by the realization that everyone in the bar now knew she was my girlfriend and this older man was taking her out to the parking lot so he could fuck her."

Lindsey noticed my embarrassment and patted my cheek. "It's okay baby, when Jamister's done with me I'm sure he'll bring me back to you."

Jamister laughed. "That's right little buddy. You can have her back in about an hour."

Lindsey grabbed Jamister's hand. "Let's go studman. It's time for you to teach me all about the world."

As Lindsey led Jamister to the bar door I knew I should say something, but I couldn't think of anything appropriate.

Ricky leaned over. "Petey, tell her to have a good time."

I smiled. Ricky was correct, that was exactly the right thing to say. I called to her, "Hey Lindsey, have a good time."

Jamister was opening the door for Lindsey. They both stopped when they heard me. Lindsey turned around and faced me. For a moment she just stared at me and then in a very soft voice she said; "Thank you Petey, thank you very much."

As soon as Lindsey and Jamister disappeared out the bar door, Bobby looked at everyone and said, "Now we have a little time to *******."

Ricky turned to me and laughed. "When you know your wife is outside with another man and he's fucking her in the backseat of a car; it's best to try to keep your mind occupied with other things."

Stevie nodded. "So it seems like this is a good time to get to know a little more about you."

Bobby leaned over. "Let's start with the big question."

Traci rolled her eyes. "I know, do you like to play golf." She shook her head. "These guys don't ever think of anything else."

PW stood up in mock indignation. "Hey that's not fair. We spend a lot of time thinking about sex."

Traci laughed. "Yeah other guys enjoying it with your wives while you watch."

Ricky shrugged. "I guess that proves were true blue cucks."

Traci grinned at him. "You got that at least partly right. You're balls are true blue."

Mark looked at Traci in mock indignation. "Hey, April let me cum last Sunday night."

We all started chuckling.

Traci smiled at him and asked, "Did she participate?"

Mark sheepishly hung his head and said, "Kind of."

"What do you mean, kind of?"

"April sat on the bed while I kneeled at her feet. She let me kiss her toes while I masturbated."

"Mark honey, how many men has your wife entertained since Sunday?"

"Counting tonight?"

"No, before tonight."

"Just one, but it was Roy Thomas. She's dating him right now. He was over both Monday night and last night."

"How many times did he get to cum this week."

Mark smiled. "April says he's always good for at least three erections whenever they get together, so I'd guess six times."

"And how many times have you been allowed to cum?"

"Just once."

"Do you think she made Roy kneel at her feet and suck on her toes while he jerked off?"

Mark laughed. "No, I'm certain she didn't."

"How do you think Roy got to cum?"

Mark winked at all of us.

Ricky leaned over and whispered to me. "Mark and Traci are very old friends. She's just teasing him and they're both loving it."

Mark was meekly staring at the floor again. It was obvious that he was playing the role of the submissive cuckold husband. "I would guess that April started by giving him a blow job and then after that he probably fucked her twice during each date."

Traci pretended to sneer at Mark. "I'll bet he went home very happy both times."

Mark quietly whispered, "Yes, I'm sure he did."

Traci got up, walked over to Mark and hugged him. "Sweetie, April is a very lucky girl. You're a wonderful husband and she knows it. " She looked around at all of us. “I'm coming to the party this Saturday night and after dinner when your wives are playing with their dates, I'm going to play suck the cuck with all of you." She giggled. "Of course all of you're going to have to take turns playing lick the hooker with me."

Ricky smiled at Traci. “I'll have to get Julie's permission, but I think all of us would love those games.”

Traci laughed. “Ricky honey, I think we'll have to add another game just for you.”

“Really? Just for me?”

Traci nodded. “Yes, we'll call it kiss the hooker's feet.”

Ricky winked at Traci. “There's a reamister they call me Dr. Footboy.”

Stevie rolled his eyes. “Traci my dear, I am certain that you and my learned friend Dr. Footboy can easily spend the rest of the evening creating fantasies about sex games that will drive all of us crazy.”

He looked around, everyone was nodding. Stevie shook his head. “But if you don't mind I'd like to get back to the question on the floor." He looked at me. "Petey, do you play golf?"

I turned to Traci. “If you don't mind I'd rather hear more about the sex games.“

Everyone started laughing.

Traci grinned at me. “Cutie, I am quite certain that in the future you and I are going to get to play plenty of wonderful sex games, but right now I think Stevie is correct. It's time to answer his question.

I nodded and turned to Stevie. "Yes I do play golf, but as a college student I really don't have the time or the money to play very much right now."

Bobby smiled at me. "Petey, all of us have been to college. We understand that problem very well. Did you play much before college?"

“Hey, I've never been to college. “

It was Traci. We all looked at her.

Stevie stared at her for a moment. They were now both being serious. Finally he said, “What's stopping you?”

Now it was Traci's turn to stare at all of us. There was a moment of awkward silence and then she answered, “I'm afraid I'll fail.”

Mark got up, walked over to Traci and put his arms around her. “It's time for you to formally join our family. Our house has two more bedrooms, one of them is yours if you want it. You can go to Maple Hills with Maddie, Brenda, Julie and Roxanne. All of us will support you and help you.”

“But what about my job in your new company?'

Stevie smiled at her. “That job will always be there for you, but if you want to go to college we'd like you to do that first.”

She looked at everyone. “I can't afford to live in that house unless I go back to escorting full time and I don't want to do that.”

Ricky shook his head. “You know how our family works. Everyone has a job. Mine is teaching English to college students. Your's will be going to college. The family fortune supports all of us. If you want to keep escorting that's your business, but you don't have to do it at all if you don't want to.”

Stevie nodded. “My good friend Dr. Footboy is correct. The family will support you and you'll pay all of us back by being part of the family.”

“But it's a cuckold hot wife family and I don't have a cuck.”

Bobby shrugged. “Neither does Maddie. Brenda shares me with her.”

Mark smiled at Traci. “You're one of April's oldest friends. I'm certain she would share me with you.”

Traci looked at Stevie. “Are you really serious?”

He grinned and said, “Yes, we're very serious,”

Traci closed her eyes for a moment and then she said, “Oh yes please, I would love to live with all of you and I want to go to college so very badly.”

Mark kissed her cheek. “April is going to be very happy when we tell her.”

Stevie started laughing. “Now that we've settled that, can we go back to the question on the floor?”

I chuckled, “Yes, I do play golf. We lived down the street from the local municipal golf course. I started working for the greens keeper when I was eight. He taught me to play. I loved the game. It was a game where being small and slender didn't matter. I grew up spending my summers mowing fairways in the morning and playing golf all afternoon."

Stevie looked at Bobby. "The more I get to know about this boy, the more I like him."

Ricky patted my back. "These guys are too polite to ask, but what they really want to know is do you have a handicap."

Traci laughed. "They're trying to find out if they can fleece you out of the little money you have."

I nodded. "I did have a handicap. It's not current. The summer after I graduated from high school I got it down to one." I shrugged. "Right now I think I'd have trouble playing to a six."

Bobby turned to Stevie. "I do believe the boy is good."

Stevie smiled at me. "Petey, our group has a membership at Rye Creek Country Club. We play every Saturday and Sunday morning at 9:00. We would love it if you could join us this Saturday."

I shook my head. "I would love to, but I'll have to ask Lindsey and Court for permission."

Bobby nodded. "We understand. Does Court play?"

"No, he grew up in New York City. He didn't have many opportunities to learn. We've talked about going to the driving range, but we've never done it." I chuckled. "He's a little like your wives. Fucking is his favorite sport."

We talked about golf for a few more minutes and then we shifted the discussion to my education. They were all very interested when I told them that I was majoring in statistics.

Bobby and Stevie were describing the plan for their new investment firm when Traci glanced at the clock and stood up.

"Boys, that gentleman at the other end of the bar looks very lonely. I think I'm going to have to invite him to join me in the parking lot for a quick blow job." She smiled at us. "A real man should never have to leave Baxter's with an erection."

All of us looked down the bar. I'd noticed him earlier. He was the only man who hadn't managed to find a partner for the evening. There was nothing wrong with him. He was a well groomed, physically fit gentleman in his early forties.

He was sipping a Manhattan and watching the basketball game. As Traci approached him he looked up at her and smiled. It was a pleasant smile. He was a handsome man. I couldn't really understand why he hadn't been selected. I assumed that he just got caught in a numbers game.

Traci put her arm around his shoulder and whispered into his ear.

He looked into her eyes for a moment and then he nodded and said, "Yes, that would be very nice."

Traci extended her hand. Her gentleman smiled, stood up and took her offered hand. As they walked to the bar door Traci looked over her shoulder and waved goodbye to us.

About twenty minutes later the bar door opened again and Julie stepped into the room followed by her stud construction worker. Her eyes immediately searched the bar for her husband. As soon as she saw him she smiled.

I looked at Ricky. He was smiling back. It was obvious that these two loved each other very much.

Julie started walking straight towards us. This surprised me, I would have expected her to say something to her evening playmate before she left him. She didn't, in fact as she approached us she appeared to be deliberately keeping her lips sealed.

I expected her to throw her arms around Ricky and hug him, but she surprised me again. Instead she grabbed my head, held my face firmly between her hands and kissed me. At the same time she reached down to my crotch and squeezed my penis and balls. As she kissed me she powerd her tongue into my mouth. Suddenly I realized her tongue was coated with a slippery goo. Julie had been keeping her lips sealed because her mouth was full of her lover's semen and she was now powering it into my mouth.

Over the past several nights I'd grown accustomed to Lindsey feeding me Court's cum so I wasn't repulsed. I also quickly figured out that this must be some kind of initiation so instead of pushing Julie away, I parted my lips and let her push the rest of her mouthful of semen onto my tongue.

As soon as she was done she broke off her kiss, patted my cheek and said, "Cutie welcome to our Baxter's group."

All of the husbands started to applaud.

Bobby patted me on the back. "Don't get too comfortable Petey. You still have seven more women to go."

Julie turned to Ricky. "Babydoll, give me your handkerchief."

Ricky pulled a clean white handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to his wife. She used it to pat the remnants of her lover's cum off of her lips and handed it back to her husband. Ron was still waiting by the bar door. Once her lips were clean Julie ran back over to him and gave him a long slow kiss.

After they broke apart she said, "Ron, thank you for a wonderful time."

Ron smiled and said, "Julie I enjoyed myself. I hope we can get together again."

Julie kissed his cheek. "We'll see, now it's time for you to go home to your wife."

Ron nodded and disappeared out the bar door.

Julie turned and walked back to her husband. Ricky had found an empty bar stool for her and place it in between us. As Julie sat down Mike placed a Diet coke in front of her. She picked it up and took a sip.

As soon as she set her take down again Ricky asked, "Did you have fun with Ron?"

Julie shrugged. "He was okay. He gave me one pretty good fuck, but it took a lot of effort to get him hard a second time. Once he finally got it up I figured I'd better just give him a blow job and come inside. I wasn't very confident I could get him hard a third time and I wanted to be able to give Cutie his creamy kiss."

Bobby shook his head. "It sounds like Ron gets a "C minus" at best."

PW laughed. "Petey we may be tiny dicked wimps who cum quickly, but we're our wives's lovers harshest critics."

Stevie nodded. "Yes Petey, we demand the very best for the women we love."

Julie kissed Ricky and said, "And that's why we love all of you so much."

Stevie was telling us about a new investment opportunity he was researching when Traci walked back into the bar. She was alone.

She stood inside the door for a moment and stared at me and then she casually sauntered over. I noticed that like Julie, she was keeping her lips sealed. I now fully understood why she'd taken that last straggler out to the parking lot for a quick blow job. When Traci kissed me I was prepared for the glob of semen that she powerd into my mouth.

Once she passed her mouthful of the cum to me Traci ended her kiss and whispered, "Welcome to our Baxter's group Cutie. I hope we become very close friends."

I swallowed her little gift and smiled. "Traci, I would like that very much."

Traci sat back down on her bar stool. Once she was settled I asked, "What happened to your guy?"

Julie answered. "Petey most of the men here are married. That's why we like playing with them, there are fewer complications."

Traci nodded. "But it also means they have to get home to their wives, so they often leave as soon as were done partying with them. One of Phil's jobs is to make sure we always get back into the bar safely."

Brenda was the next wife to return. Her young man was with her. He waited by the bar door while she came over and gave me my kiss.

As soon as she was done she walked over to Bobby and said, "Quicky give me one of my cards."

Bobby took out his wallet and removed a business card. Brenda took it from him and walked back over to her young friend. She kissed him and then she handed the card to him.

"Quent I had a wonderful time tonight. I would love to see you again. This is my cell phone number, please call me."

Quent put the card in his pocket. "Brenda I had a good time too. I would love to get together with you again. Can I call you tomorrow?."

Brenda grinned at him. "I would like that very much."

Quentin turned and walked out the bar door. As soon as he was gone Brenda strolled over to her husband. Bobby had an empty bar stool waiting for her.

As she sat down Bobby said, "It looks like Quentin knew how to make you happy."

Brenda smiled at her husband and sighed. "Quickspurt, I think I'm in love. Quent was so good. As soon as we got into his car he had his hands all over me."

She giggled. "You know how young guys are. They just love to play with my big tits."

Bobby nodded. This was obviously something they'd talked about before.

Brenda continued. "While he was fondling me I got his pants open and pulled his cock out. Baby he was big; not as big as Jamister, but he had at least nine inches and it had a nice upward curve. Quickie, you know how much I love it when a guys erect cock has a little curve to it."

I watched Bobby. He was listening politely as his wife raved about the sexual prowess of another man.

"Anyway, I started sucking his cock. After a few moments he pulled his pants down so I could lick his balls. While I was licking him Quent was taking my dress off. Quickspurt I was getting hotter and hotter and then he suddenly picked me up, set me on top of him and slide that big cock of his into my cunt."

Brenda closed her eyes. "Baby it felt so good. At first I thought I was going to pass out, but I pulled it together. Quent must have fucked me for at least fifteen minutes. I let him cum in my pussy."

Her voice changed to a very serious tone. "Bobby I hope you don't mind that I let Quent shoot his stuff inside me." And then she started laughing and said, "As if you had anything to say about it."

Brenda took a sip of her Diet Coke and set it back down on the bar. "Quickspurt I swear that he never lost his erection. I mean Quent was on top of me, fucking me again in less than a minute."

She shook her head. "I really don't know how long our second fuck lasted. It was wonderful. I actually lost track of the time. It might have been minutes, it might have been days. I had at least three orgasms, maybe more. I'm not quite sure of the exact number because for a little while they kind of ran together."

Brenda took a deep breath. I think she was trying to collect her thoughts. After a moment she continued. "I let Quentin cum inside me again. It felt so nice. He really makes a lot of semen when he ejaculates." She leered at her husband. "You're going to have quite a mess to clean up when we get home."

I looked around. Everyone was listening to Brenda as she described her sex romp to her husband.

She was also very aware that she had an audience. She grinned at all of us as she continued her story. "After he came the second time, we took a few minutes to cuddle; but it was only a few minutes. Quent really is amazing. We talked quietly while we cuddled and while we were talking I gently played with his limp penis. I've told you how much I like to do that haven't I baby?"

She looked at us and laughed. "I guess I just can't keep my hands off a nice cock. Anyway, before I knew it he was hard again. While we were cuddling I told him all about the creamy kiss initiation. So he knew I wanted him to cum in my mouth this last time."

Brenda smiled. "At first he was a little amazed that another guy was actually going to eat his cum, but after I told him about you guys he didn't seem to care. Baby, this is one of the reamisters I like Quent so much. He's really open minded."

Brenda took a moment to catch her breath and then she continued. "Anyway, once Quent was hard again I started to go down on him but he stopped me. He told me that he wanted to fuck me one more time. When I reminded him that I wanted him to cum in my mouth he told me not to worry."

Brenda shook her head. "Bobby honey that was one of the greatest fucks of my entire life. Quent was an natural. He fucked me so hard he nearly wore me out. When he was just about ready to cum he pulled his cock out of my cunt, straddled my face and pumped about a gallon of warm semen into my open mouth. Quicky, that young man has wonderful control."

Bobby raised his eyebrows, "Is it possible that Quentin could be a new boyfriend?"

His wife slowly nodded. "Well see what happens when we go out on a date, but right now I feel like I could definitely enjoy spending quite a bit of time with him."

Brenda smiled at her husband. "Bobby, I'd like you to get to know him. if he calls me tomorrow, I think I'll invite him to strip club night this Saturday. I don't have a date and Quent would be perfect."

GH, Two weeks and no one saying what pure gold this story is. I love the mix of old and new characters, it's getting difficult to remember them all. It must be a nightmare for you handling continuity. You seem in a rich seam at the moment, I hope its as much fun for you. Keep it coming (pun intended).

Thanks Peak

You're a discerning critic. I always worry about how my stories are being accepted. You're comments give me confidence.

I am enjoying writing this story, in fact I am probably enjoying it more than any story I have ever written.

I have been writing stories here long enough to know that the comments come in batches, so I try not to get discouraged when there is a period where no one comments.

The number of charachters does get complicated for me. I actually keep a flow chart of who is who and what they have done.

Early on in this story I made a big mistake. I am fairly certain that I used Petey's last name and I didn't make a record of it. I have gone back and searched the story but I can't find it and basically I can search the story or I can write. I only have so much time.

If I did use Petey's last name earlier and it's not Solomon, please let me know.

Peak thanks again. I always look forward to your comments.

Your friend

GH

I was just about to ask what strip club night was when the bar door again flew open. It was Maddie. She was alone. I assumed her man had already gone home.

She walked straight over to me and delivered her creamy kiss. As soon as she was done she smiled at me and said, "Welcome to our group Cutie."

I bowed politely and said, "Thank you Mistress Madeline."

Maddie threw her arms around me and gave me a big hug. As she was hugging me a a deep voice said, "Should I be getting jealous?"

We both turned. Jamal was standing in the bar doorway. His prim lady was standing next to him. Her hair was mussed, her makeup was smeared, her clothes were mis buttoned and there was a dazed look in her eyes. Jamal had obviously given her the fuck of her life.

Maddie grinned at her fiancée and said, "Not unless you're thinking of becoming a submissive cuckold."

Jamal laughed. "No I prefer being a dominant cuckold."

Maddie ran over to Jamal. As she hugged him she said, "Tonight when we get home I think well have to have a wrestling match to determine who gets to be dominant."

Jamal kissed his girl friend and said, "Woman you're on."

While Jamal and Maddie were bantering Julie got up and walked over to Jamal's lady. She put her arms around her and said, "Honey are you married?"

She slowly nodded her head.

"Where's your husband?'

"He's at home?"

"Does he know you're here?"

"No he thinks I'm having dinner with my sister."

Brenda got up and joined Julie. "Jules, we can't let her go home looking like this. Her husband will know what she's been doing as soon as she walks in the front door."

The lady looked at Brenda. There was panic in her eyes. "What am I going to do? I don't want my husband to know I cheated on him."

Julie took her hand. "Come on sweetheart, we'll go to the ladies room and clean you up."

Brenda followed them. As they walked across the bar the lady started to sob and cried, "Why did I do this. I feel so guilty. I've never ever done anything like this before."

Julie rubbed her back and said, "Did you enjoy Jamal?"

She stopped and stared at Julie. "He was wonderful. I never imagined that sex could be that exciting."

Julie kissed her cheek. "Honey you owed that to yourself. Every woman should get to experience Jamal Wright at least one time in her life."

"Have you been with him?"

"Oh yes, all of us have."

The lady looked at Brenda, Traci and Maddie. They nodded to her.

Julie said, "The woman with the dark hair is Madeline Conrad. Jamal is her fiancée."

The woman stared at Maddie. After a moment she said, "I'm sorry I didn't know. Are you angry with me?"

Maddie laughed and said, "Absolutely not, in fact I'm glad you were able to enjoy him."

The woman shook her head and looked at Julie. "I don't understand."

Julie smiled at her. "Honey, what's your name?"

"Claire."

"Claire let's go to the ladies room. Brenda and I will explain everything while we're cleaning you up."

Brenda and Julie led Claire into the ladies room. As soon as they were gone Maddie looked at her fiancée. "Well studman there's another white woman whose virtue you've destroyed."

Jamal nodded. "Yes, you've finally found me out. By day I'm a meek and mild mannered orthopedic surgeon, but at night I turn into a marauding black stallion who roams the countryside defiling every gentle lady I can find."

Traci shook her head. "Someone is a little full of himself."

Jamal grinned at Traci and said, "Silence wench! or I shall throw you to the ground and rob you of your virtue while everyone looks on."

Traci broke out laughing. "Honey I'm a hooker. I don't even know how to spell virtue."

Maddie grabbed Jamal's hand and pulled him to the bar. "Come on Black Stallion, your girl friend needs a Diet Coke."

GH, I've been gone a few weeks and was just able to catch up yesterday. Very nice segments and every exciting. I really loved the story that centered around April and I'm happy to see several characters from it in this story. I also shared the updates with my girlfriend. She also found it very hot and exciting and even had to 'take care of business' after reading it. We both look forward to more. Thank you for taking the time and effort to write such wonderful stories.

Now quit reading this and get back to writing. LOL JK.

GH - peak is right, and I've been remiss in not telling you how much I'm enjoying this story! I've read over the last several installments multiple times, and failed to comment, but it is an incredibly broad and rich tapestry you are putting together. I guess I was so caught up I just didn't take time to respond.
You do seem inspired! Thanks for your efforts, once again, on our behalf.

Your story is my first stop every morning, to see if a new episode has been posted. I love the story line, and really enjoy how your characters evolve. Your stories seem to portray cuckolding with dignity, love and humor, things that many of the others don't contain. I also am enjoying the intertwining of this latest story with your previous stories.

As I said before, thanks for your time and efforts in keeping us entertained.