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The next morning I awoke at 6:00. I was excited. I was going to get to play golf. I quietly slipped out of the bed and carefully retucked the covers around Lindsey, Joanne and Court.

I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. After a quick shower I slipped back into the bedroom, found the clothes I needed to play golf for both today and tomorrow and went out to the living room to get dressed.

As soon as I was dressed I went to the front door and picked up the morning paper, and then I went into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. I was just taking a package of cinnamon rolls out of the freezer when I heard a noise behind me. I turned, it was Joanne. She was wearing a navy blue New York Yankee's tee shirt and a pale yellow thong. It was actually a very sexy outfit.

She walked over to me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me. "Good morning Petey."

I smiled at her and said, "Good morning, you're up early."

Joanne shrugged. "I guess it's habit. Richard gets up early and he expects me to get up and make breakfast for him." She shook her head. "The slug can't even pour a glass of orange juice for himself."

I stared at her for a moment and then I asked, "Why do you stay with him?"

She sighed. "Petey I don't know, security I guess. I mean where would I go? Court's fun, but he really doesn't offer me much of a future. I don't think he's looking for a serious relationship."

"You don't need security. You're a beautiful, intelligent woman. You can survive on your own."

Joanne grinned at me. "Petey keep telling me that. Maybe someday I'll have enough self confidence to believe you."

I opened the refrigerator, took out a carton of orange juice and winked at Joanne. "In the meantime, may I pour a glass of orange juice for you?"

Joanne broke out laughing. "Petey honey, you most certainly may."

Joanne sat down at the kitchen table and sipped her orange juice while I took a package of bacon out of the refrigerator and laid it in a fry pan.

I was just taking out a bowl so I could make some scramred eggs when a pair of hands reached around from behind me and covered my eyes. "Hi Petey, guess who." It was Lindsey, she was giggling.

"Ummm let me see, Charlize Theron?"

The hands released my eyes and then there was a sharp poke in my ribs. "No dipwad, try again."

"How about the magnificently gorgeous Ms. Lindsey Sommers?"

I turned around. Lindsey put her arms around my waist and hugged me. "That was the correct answer."

"If we're all going to start relaxing together we're going to have to make some rules about when we get up. This is Saturday morning, the rooster shouldn't even be up yet."

We all turned. Court was standing in the kitchen door. He was wearing a pair of gym shorts.

I grabbed the newspaper and handed it to him. "Everyone go sit down at the dining room table, I'll bring coffee and orange juice right away." I patted Court's shoulder. "You'll be okay as soon as you get some coffee."

Lindsey looked at Court. "Could we please eat breakfast in the kitchen. I want to eat with Petey this morning."

"I do too." It was Joanne.

Court smiled and said, "That would also be my preference. Petey set the kitchen table with three places.”

Lindsey and Court joined Joanne at the kitchen table. I set three places and then I brought them coffee and orange juice. The three of them read the morning newspaper while I made scramred eggs and bacon for breakfast. Once the food was ready I sat at the counter and ate while Court, Lindsey and Joanne ate at the kitchen table.

While we were eating Court asked, "What's the plan for today?"

Lindsey was just taking a bite of toast. As soon as she swallowed it she said, "Sandra called me yesterday afternoon. They're going to pick Joanne and me up at 1:45."

Joanne looked at Lindsey. "Where are we going?"

"They're taking us shopping at a little lingerie store run by some friends who are going to be at the party tonight. Apparently they've been searching for strip tease costumes for the past two weeks."

Court set the newspaper down. "Have they found a date for you for tonight?"

Lindsey shook her head. "No, Sandra said that they were still trying to get in touch with their first choice. Apparently he's an attorney friend of Jamister's. Jamister told her that yesterday he was in court all morning."

I smiled at Lindsey and said, "He sounds interesting"

Lindsey stared at me for a moment and then she laughed. "Listen to you. Aren't you turning into the perfect cuckold boyfriend. Yes he does sound interesting, but they haven't talked to him yet, so I'm not getting my hopes up."

We all went back to eating our breakfast. Last nights little orgy in Court's bedroom had left us with good appetites.

Lindsey finished the last of her scramred eggs and looked over at me. "Petey what's your schedule for today?"

"Our tee time is at 9:00, so as soon as were done eating I'm going to clean up the kitchen and go. I'd like to be able to stop at the range and hit a few balls before we start playing."

"How are you going to get to the golf course?"

"I thought I'd drive my car."

Lindsey shook her head. "That means we'll have two cars at Sandra, Julie and Roxie's. Why don't I drive you to the golf course this morning." She turned to Court. "If you drive over in the Escalade this afternoon we can all ride home together tomorrow."

Court nodded. "It makes sense to me. Is that okay with you Petey?"

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

Lindsey stood up. "That settles it then. I'm going to go the bedroom and get dressed while you clean up the kitchen. As soon as you're ready I'll drive you to the golf course in our car."

Joanne looked at Court. "Would you mind if I went along for the ride?"

Court shook his head. "Why don't we all go. We can take the Escalade. Petey can drive and the three of us can sit in the back seat."

Joanne rolled her eyes. "You're hoping for a blowjob on the way to the golf course aren't you?"

Court grinned, "The thought had crossed my mind."

Lindsey laughed. "The centaur is back."

Joanne smiled at Lindsey. "Actually this sounds like a very good idea. We can get him all worked up on the drive to the golf course and when we get back home we'll have a little time for some serious fucking before your friends come to pick us up."

Lindsey stood up. "I love this plan." She clapped her hands. "Slave clean up the kitchen while your superiors get dressed."

The drive to the golf course was quite entertaining. The moment we pulled out of the parking lot, both Lindsey and Joanne's heads disappeared below the seat. As we pulled onto 1st Avenue I had to change lanes. When I looked over my shoulder I glanced into the back seat and noticed that they had Court's huge cock out and they were taking turns sucking and stroking it. I have to admit that the pangs of envy returned immediately.

As we approached Rye Creek Country Club I decided that discretion mandated that I give them a warning. "We are about to arrive at the golf course. When we pull up to the bag drop area at least two or three cart attendants are going to descend on this vehicle so that they can greet me and unload my golf clubs. Unless you're in the mood to put on a little sex show for these men, you might want to curtail your activities for a few minutes."

Court tapped the two girls on their shoulders. "Ladies, I think our chauffeur is giving us sage advice."

"All right, if we have to." There was a clear tone of disappointment in Lindsey's voice.

"Shit, what are we going to do with this thing. It's so hard I can't bend it. It won't go back in his pants."

"Here, I'll hold his fly open while you push it back in."

"Hey, be careful! Don't break it."

"It won't fit. What are we going to do? Were almost there."

"Thump it like you did Petey's last night."

"Owww! That hurt."

"Oh you big baby, Petey didn't complain when we did it to him."

Lindsey started laughing. "Just be thankful that we're not about to lock yours in a cage."

I looked in the rear view mirror. Court was shaking his head. Lindsey and Joanne were laughing.

We passed through the gate marking the entrance to Rye Creek Country Club. From the back seat Lindsey said, "Petey this place is gorgeous. Are you excited?"

I nodded. "Yes I am."

When I pulled the Escalade up to the bag drop area two attendants greeted us. One of them opened the driver's side door and said, "Good morning, welcome to Rye Creek, my name is Gordy. Are you playing golf today sir?"

I nodded, "Yes, I'm with Steven Wagner's group."

The man smiled. "Stevie, Ricky, PW and Jamister are in the clubhouse having coffee. Mark, Jamal and Bobby haven't arrived yet. Why don't you go in and join them; we'll take care of your golf clubs."

The other attendant opened the read door of the Escalade. "Just one set of clubs sir?"

"Yes, my friends just rode along to give me some company, they're not staying."

Joanne and Lindsey got out of the car. Both of them ran over to me. Each of the girls took a turn putting her arms around me and giving me a long passionate kiss. As the girls were kissing me I noticed that the attendants were watching. It made me smile with pride.

Once both of the girls were done kissing me Lindsey said, "Petey have a wonderful time today. We'll see you at Sandra, Julie and Roxanne's house this afternoon."

Joanne patted my butt and said, "Bye Sweetie."

I smiled at both of them and handed Gordy a five dollar bill. As I walked to the clubhouse I heard them decide to flip a coin to see who had to drive the Escalade back to the apartment.

This next segment is a short description of the golf game. It does not contain any sex scenes and you can skip it without missing any key plot details.

I wrote the scene because I happen to enjoy the game of golf almost as much as I enjoy sex. (that's a very good thing because Lisa lets me play golf much more frequently than she lets me have sex.)

GH



Lisa


The golf game was wonderful. We divided into two foursomes. I was placed with Stevie, Ricky and Jamister. We played a two man best ball match. The match meant that we kept track of which team won each hole rather than the total score. Two man best ball meant that each team only counted their best net score on each hole. The other players score didn't count. Net score means the score after handicap strokes are included.

We played a fifteen dollar nassau. That means we each bet five dollars on the front nine, five dollars on the back nine and five dollars on the total.

They gave me a six handicap. Stevie was a two, Jamister was a fifteen and Ricky was a nineteen. That means Stevie got a stroke on one hole on the front nine and one hole on the back nine. I got a stroke on three holes on the front and three holes on the back. Jamister got eight strokes on the front and seven strokes on the back and Ricky got a stroke a hole, except on one hole on the front where he got two strokes. (Getting a stroke means that you automatically get to deduct one stroke from your score on that hole.)

Ricky was my partner and we quickly learned that we complimented each other perfectly. Ricky couldn't hit the ball very far, but he knew how to hit it straight and he knew how to chip and putt. He made a lot of bogeys, a few pars and he rarely got into trouble. I was a little guy, but I prided myself on the fact that I could hit the ball a long way, especially off the tee. This made me a very aggressive player. I made a lot of birdies, but my aggressiveness could also get me into trouble so I occasionally posted a high score on a hole. Since Ricky was so consistent he was often able to cover me when I made a mistake.

Ricky and I tied Jamister and Stevie on the front nine, but on the back nine we fell into a nice rhythm and closed our opponents out on the sixteenth green. We were up three with two to play. That means we were ahead by three holes with only two holes left to play so we couldn't possibly lose the match.

We finished the round and went into the club house to wait for Jamal, Mark, Bobby and PW. While we were waiting we settled our bet. Ricky and I had won the back nine and the total so Stevie and Jamister each owed ten dollars. I tried to be a gracious winner and told them not to worry about it, but Ricky would have none of that.

He told Jamister to pay me. He wanted Stevie's money. When his close friend handed him a ten dollar bill our mild mannered English professor grinned and told his buddy that he was going to frame it and hang it on the wall above his dresser.

We all laughed.

As we walked out to the cars Jamister told me that the fifteen dollars we bet in these matches may be the most hotly contested sums of money on the North American continent.

Funny lead in and great addition to the story. Who'd be fool enough to skip that?
You have the gift of entertaining people and making them smile, GH. I bet you'd be fun to be around!

Thanks Stormy

That's a very nice compliment. In my mind the ability to make people smile is a very worthwhile attribute.

GH

Stevie and Ricky and I rode back to Sandra, Julie and Roxie's house in Ricky's Ford Escape. Jamister followed us in his Mercedes. Mark, Bobby and PW rode home in Jamal's Lexus.

I loved Ricky's Escape, but it was obvious that Jamal's position as a superior afforded him the luxury of a much more expensive automobile.

When we arrived at the house, I was surprised at how lavish it was. I know I shouldn't have been. I was aware that these people were wealthy, but I was a naive little kid from Iowa who was raised by a single coffee shop waitress. I wasn't used to large expensive houses.

I was even more surprised when Ricky pointed out that Brenda, April, Maddie and now Traci's house was the elaborate manor next door.

When we entered the house we were greeted by Traci and a very slender, exotic looking middle aged woman with long dark hair.

As soon as she saw me Tracie walked over, put her arms around my neck and hugged me. "Hi Petey, it's so nice to see you again."

I hugged her back and said, "Hi Traci, it's nice to see you too."

Traci kissed my cheek and stepped back. "Petey, I would like you to meet my very dear friend, Lorraine Milton."

The slender dark haired woman extended her hand and said, "Hello Petey; April, Mark and Traci have told us all about you. Helen, Jessica, Morris and I are all so happy that you were able to join us tonight."

Ricky put his hand on my shoulder. "Petey, Lorraine is Helen's husband. She was born as Lawrence Milton. She is a very close friend of ours."

Lorraine smiled at me. "Yes Petey, I have a penis and it's locked in a cage just like yours will be in a very short time. I hope that won't be a problem for you."

Ricky patted my back. "Just relax for a minute buddy."

I shook my head. "Thanks Ricky, but I don't need to relax."

I extended my hand, Lorraine took it between both of her hands and held it.

"Lorraine, my lady is a coffee shop waitress. She always counseled me that appearances can be very misleading. She believes that people should be judged by the company they keep and the way they treat other people. If Traci and Ricky consider you a to be friend than that's good enough for me. I hope you will allow me to be your friend."

Lorraine stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Petey, I see why everyone likes you so much." She leaned over and hugged me. As she hugged me she said, "You also seem to have been blessed with a very wise lady. I hope that someday I might have the opportunity to meet her."

I grinned at Lorraine and said, "I hope so too." And then I laughed and said, "She also makes an absolutely wonderful chocolate chip cookie."

Traci hugged me and said, "Petey she sounds like a queen to me."

Stevie stepped forward. "Now that everyone knows each other it's time to start getting ready for this evening. The girls are going to be back very soon and when they arrive they are going to be very demanding."

He turned to Lorraine. "How do we stand on a snack for them?"

She nodded. "I have a plate of sliced fruit, cheese and crackers all ready to go. I also have several bottles of Pinot Grigio on ice."

He smiled. "Thanks Lorraine, you're wonderful."

He looked at us. "I'm going to get into the shower. Traci once were done showering will you cage us and hold the keys ."

"That's one of the reamisters I'm here Stevie."

As he turned to go into the bedroom he said, "Ricky get ready to shower next. Petey you'll follow Ricky. Lorraine do you have Cutie's cage?"

"I do Speedy."

He turned to me. "Cutie from now on cuck names only except in the kitchen. This is a date night. Remember, I'm Speedy and Ricky is Footboy. Tonight breeches of etiquette will be corrected with the riding crop."

By the time I was done showering PW had arrived. He got into the shower as soon as I got out of it. When I walked back into the bedroom Traci was sitting at one of the makeup tables waiting for me. She was holding my cock cage.

As she was putting it on me she said, "Cutie tonight when we're taking your cage off after the party is over, I'm going to ask Lindsey if she'll let me suck your cute little penis."

She winked at me. “Sweetie have you ever had a blow job from a pro?”

I blushed.

Traci burst out laughing. "Cutie you are absolutely darling."

She locked my cage and put the key in a small satin purse. Once that was done she patted me on the butt and said, "Time to get dressed. Your uniform for tonight is on the bed. Lindsey picked yellow for you."

The first half of my uniform was a pair of full cut women's panties. They were made from sheer floral lace. The waist was decorated with a very frilly two inch lace skirt. A matching yellow tee shirt with white lace trim was lying next to the panties. The word, cuckold was inscribed across the front of the shirt in silver sequins.

As I stepped into the panties Traci winked at me and said, "Julie had these uniforms specially made. I think they really are very cute."

I put the tee shirt on. As soon as I was dressed Traci removed a leather dog collar from a bag on the table. I immediately recognized it as the collar Lindsey and Joanne gave to me the previous night.

Traci fastened it around my neck, kissed my cheek and said, "Report to the kitchen. Lorraine and Speedy will assign your chores."

As I was leaving the bedroom PW emerged from the bathroom. Traci was holding his cock cage.

When I walked into the kitchen Bobby, Mark, Ricky, Stevie and Lorraine were all there. There was a middle aged man with them. Everyone except Lorraine was dressed in an outfit similar to mine.

Lorraine had also changed clothes. Now she was wearing a very short black miniskirt, a pair of thigh high black nylons, spike heeled black patent leather pumps and a see through white lace peasant blouse.

Even though I knew that Lorraine was really a man, I still had to admit that she looked very sexy. I laughed to myself. It was going to be fun to watch Court's reaction when he first meets Lorraine and then to see how he reacts when he finds out she has a dick.

As soon as they saw me Mark and the middle aged man walked over to me.

Mark smiled and said, "Petey, this is my old friend Morris Fredricks. Morris this is Petey."

Morris extended his hand. "Hello Petey, it's so nice to meet you."

I shook Morris's hand and said, "I'm pleased to meet you too Morris". And then I looked at everyone. "I thought we could only use cuck names tonight?"

Lorraine looked over her shoulder. "No honey, were in the kitchen. Tonight this room and Stevie's golf club room in the basement are neutral territory. When were in those rooms we can relax and be ourselves, in all other rooms were slaves and we have to conduct ourselves accordingly."

She turned around and looked at all of us. "The women will be here shortly. Bobby, Mark and Morris should take care of attending to Brenda, April, Maddie, Traci, Helen and Jessica at the other house. PW, Ricky and Petey will take care of bathing Sandra, Julie, Roxie, Lindsey and Joanne over here. We have snack trays and wine ready for both houses.

"Once the women are bathed and dressed, bring them all to this house. It's warm outside, they'll want to sit on the patio. Ricky, you'll be responsible for attending to the women. Morris, Mark and Petey will assist you.

Bobby we'll want you to take care of setting up the dining room for dinner. PW will help you. Once the table is ready, the two of you will be responsible for greeting the men as they arrive. Seat them in the living room and offer them a cocktail. Let the women know when their dates are here.

Stevie and I will be in here preparing the dinner.

"Bobby, Jamister and Jamal are watching baseball in the den at Brenda's house. Make sure they have everything they need and let them know when the women are done getting dressed. They may want to join them on the patio."

"The rest of you check the bars on the patio, in the living room, in the strip club and in the golf club room; make sure they are all well stocked. While you're doing that teach Petey how to behave.

She turned to Stevie. "Did I forget anything?"

He shook his head. "No, Lorraine you are the mistress of organization."

Morris laughed. "Stevie, that's why she was able to build a multi million dollar communications corporation by the time she was thirty-five."

I quietly smiled to myself. My new friends were truly amazing people.

As we walked into the living room Morris said, "Cutie tonight you are a slave, never forget that. To your Mistress and her friends you are nothing more than chattel, a possession that exists only for their pleasure."

While we were talking PW walked into the living room from the bedroom. He was dressed in an outfit similar to mine. As soon as he saw us inspecting the bar he said, "Cucky I stocked this bar and the bar on the patio before we left to play golf this morning. They're both ready."

Morris smiled. "Good work Peewee, let's go down into the basement."

As we walked down the stairs Mark said, "Our behavior tonight should reflect our understanding and our acceptance of our positions as second class human beings."

Ricky patted my shoulder. "Listen carefully Cutie, this is important. If you don't behave properly you will be punished."

Mark continued. “At all times you must be careful to remain meek and submissive. All men are to be addressed as sir or Mr. , as in Mr. Smith may I freshen your take. You will be severely punished if you dare to address a man by his first name. All women are to be addressed as Mistress. The only time you will approach a superior is when you are offering a service. When you do approach a superior, you must curtsy before you speak .

Mark stared at me. “When we are waiting on them, our wives demand that we curtsy rather than bow. A polite curtsy is performed like this.”

Mark placed his right foot slightly forward of his left, bowed his head, raised the ruffled skirt on the waist of his panties with both of his hands and gracefully performed a little dip by bending his knees.

Ricky smiled at me. “Cutie we are only required to do this when we are actually serving our wives or their men. When we are conversing with them, a polite bow is all that's necessary.” He paused and then he added, “But remember we are never allowed to speak unless we are spoken to first.”

I was listening so intently to what I was being told that I hadn't paid any attention to the room we had just entered. Now when I actually looked around I had to stop and gawk. It was impressive. They really had created a strip club. The room appeared to be about fifty feet long by thirty-five feet wide. The walls were paneled with varnished cedar and the floor was fully carpeted. One of the long walls featured a built in gas fire place. A full wet bar with a refrigerator was located near the base of the stairs. At the far end of the room a small stage measuring about ten feet by twelve feet had been constructed. Because of the low basement ceiling the stage had only been raised about a foot off of the floor. This really didn't make any difference. The room was small enough that you would still be able to easily see anyone performing on the stage from anywhere in the club.

A room had been built adjacent to the right side of the stage. There was an entrance on both the front side and stage side of this room. I was quite certain that this space was a dressing room. The door on the stage side was covered by a rich velvet curtain. The girls could enter through the front door, put on their costumes and then make their entrance onto the stage through the curtain.

Across from the bar there was a small table with a CD player, a stereo amplifier and a microphone. These were obviously connected to the speakers that were strategically placed around the stage end of the room. Next to this table there was a series of rheostat switches. I was certain that these switches controlled both the lighting in the room and the small bank of flood lights and spot lights that were mounted on the ceiling above the stage.

There were eleven small round nightclub style tables in the area in the front and to the left side of the stage. Two wooden dining room style arm chairs had been placed next to each of these tables. I assumed that these tables and chairs were there so that the wives and their dates for the evening could watch the show in comfort.

Four small love seats had been placed along the walls behind the tables. I was certain these were there for lap dances.

The final touch was located above the bar. It was a six foot long neon sign. In pink and green script letters it spelled out the name, "The Hot Wife Cabaret".

PW tapped me on the shoulder. "Cutie, come with me."

I followed him through a door to the right of the stairs. We entered a long hallway. There were several doors on each side of this hall. We stopped at the first door on the left. PW opened it. It was a cuckold water and beer storeroom built under the stairs.

He pulled out several bottles of cuckold water and handed them to me. "Bring these to Cucky."

I carried the bottles back into the strip club. Morris was behind the bar. As I was handing him the bottles PW came through the door carrying a case of Budweiser and a case of Heineken.

PW and I were putting the beer into the refrigerator when Ricky came through the door carrying four bottles of champagne. He handed them to Morris.

Morris inspected the labels and smiled at Ricky. "Footboy, these will do very nicely."

As soon as we were done putting everything away Morris walked out from behind the bar and went through the door to the back basement.

Ricky tapped my arm and said, "Cutie come with us."

"I do believe there are weeks when we spend more time in this room than in anywhere else in the house. Sandra, Roxie and I sit in these chairs reading and listening to music while Ricky writes and PW and Stevie build golf clubs."

I turned. Julie, Roxanne, Lindsey and Joanne were all standing in the doorway.

Lindsey ran over and hugged me. "Hi Petey, did you have fun playing golf?"

"Lindsey, cuck names only." Roxanne was shaking her head while she smiled.

"Oh yeah, sorry I forgot." Lindsey looked chagrined.

"Yes Mistress Lindsey, thank you for asking. I had a wonderful time."

Julie looked at Ricky. "Footboy I see you have been teaching Cutie how to behave."

Ricky bowed. "Yes Mistress Julie."

"Cutie, Joanne and I have had such a good time shopping. Helen and Jessica are wonderful. I can't wait until you get to meet them." Lindsey paused. "Have you met Lorraine?"

"Yes Mistress Lindsey."

"Isn't she nice."

"I nodded, "Yes Mistress Lindsey. She's very nice."

"Do you know, I mean about..."

I smiled. "Yes Mistress, she told me right away."

Lindsey giggled. "I can't wait to see the expression on Court's face. Joanne doesn't want to tell him right away."

"Mistress Lindsey, may I please be allowed to offer an opinion on that."

Roxanne chuckled. "You boys have been doing an excellent job of training our new slave. Cutie, you're a good student. You're being very respectful right now. That's a quality we demand in our servants.

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

Lindsey stared at me. "What do you want to say Cutie?"

"Mistress, the four of us are getting to know wonderful new people tonight. It's the beginning of a very exciting evening. Court is our close friend. We shouldn't start this evening by embarrassing him in front of all of these new people."

Joanne walked over and picked up my hand. "Petey, I mean Cutie; thank you, you're right. Will you make sure he knows about Lorraine as soon as he gets here?"

I smiled. "Yes Mistress Joanne, I would be happy to do that."

Julie walked over to her husband and Morris. She took both of them by the hand and said, "Cutie is right, this is going to be a very exciting evening for all of us and some of us need a bath before this wonderful party begins." She giggled. "I'll bet I know some boys who would love to give us those baths."

She started pulling them out of the room. "Come on boys, the first one up the stairs gets to wash my feet."

Both Ricky and Morris started grinning. I knew Ricky had a foot fetish. Apparently Morris shared this inclination.

Lindsey grabbed my arm. She was excited. "Come on Cutie you can help Joanne and me get ready. Did you hear? My date for tonight is a very handsome Frenchman. His name is Gabriel. He used to be Jessica's boyfriend. She told me that he's very romantic. Cutie I'm so excited. I can't wait to meet him."

My girlfriend leaned over and whispered into my ear. "Tonight I'm going to get to suck a middle aged French businessman's cock and then he's going to fuck me. Isn't that wonderful!"

Lindsey started giggling, grabbed me by my dog collar and pulled me out of the room. "Come on cuckboy, it's time for us to go upstairs and make me beautiful.

Wow, the weather must be really bad up where you are GH. I don't know how you match the quality to the output but I am so glad that you do. All these characters are just so great, as is the tale. Thanks.

Excellent writing GH. At least now we know the origin for the name of the story-never heard that term used before. Thank you for all your efforts.

Dear Good husband,

beta and I are a little late "getting to the party," so to speak.

We have been reading with great interest and anticipation. We are only about halfway through on the storyline but wanted to let you know that we are "hooked."

We hope to find more of you in the future. Some of your writing has given me some new ideas.

We have really enjoyed the story.

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The weather is bad up here. It's cold.

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Thanks for you continuing support.

VaBC

Welcome to the party. As I have said before, the beauty of the written word is that it always waits patiently for your arrival.

Thanks for taking a moment to tell me you're enjoying my story.

All of you, thanks again

GH

When we walked into the bedroom Ricky was undressing Roxanne, PW was undressing Sandra and Morris was undressing Julie.

As soon as I realized what was happening I turned to Lindsey and Joanne. I nearly blurted out, "Hey it looks like we just walked in on a wife swapping party."; but fortunately I remembered my place and stopped myself.

Instead I stood by the edge of the bed with my head bowed and waited politely for instructions. They came immediately.

"Cutie get those girls undressed. Footboy made some space in our closet so you can hang up their clothes." It was Julie.

I quickly went to work. Joanne and Lindsey were excited so they helped. I had them undressed in a flash.

As soon as they were both naked Sandra called to them, "Come on girls we have a huge bathtub, we can all get in at the same time." She turned and ran into the bathroom. Julie and Roxie both followed Sandra.

Ricky, Morris and PW peeled off their clothes and tossed them on the bed. As they disappeared into the bathroom Ricky called to me. "Cutie you had better take your clothes off. It's going to get very wet in there."

Lindsey Looked at Joanne. They both started grinning and ran into the bathroom to join the others. I quickly hung Lindsey and Joannes clothes in the closet, took my clothes off and walked in behind them.

I stopped as soon as I entered the bathroom. I'd walked in on an amazing display of chaos and confusion. Five beautiful naked women were cavorting in a bathtub the size of a small swimming pool. Water and soap suds were being splashed everywhere. Ricky and Sandra were playing tug of war with a wash cloth. Roxanne was sitting on the edge of the tub. Her legs were spread. She was fingering herself while Morris kissed her feet. PW was chasing Julie with a bath sponge. Every time he got close to her she splashed water in his face and darted away giggling. Lindsey and Joanne had somehow found two squirt guns and were shooting streams of water at each other.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and then a voice behind me said, "These people sure do know how to have fun don't they."

I turned my head. It was Jamister Mathews.

I smiled at him. "Yes sir they do."

"They're also the best friends I've ever had in my entire life."

He was quiet for a moment and then he said, "If I ever thought that Stevie, Ricky or PW were bothered because I party with their wives, I would stop in a second. Their friendship is much more important to me than sex."

We both watched the chaos in the tub. After a few seconds Jamister continued. "I suspect that Lindsey is going to want to party with me again. If it bothers you I won't do it."

I smiled. Jamister was an incredibly nice man. I turned and faced him. "No sir, it doesn't bother me." I paused and thought for a moment and then I said, "Well yes it does bother me, but not in a bad way." I shook my head. "I guess that doesn't really make much sense."

Jamister nodded. "Three years ago I would have agreed, but since then I've had enough conversations with Stevie and Ricky to understand the masochistic part of this game."

After another moment of silence Jamister said, "Petey, I like you. I needed to say what I just said."

"Mr. Mathews, I like you too. Thank you, I appreciate your telling me that." I winked at him and started laughing. "Tomorrow morning Ricky and I are still going to kick you and Stevie around the golf course."

Jamister shook his head, "No tomorrow morning we play four man best ball. You, Stevie, Ricky and I are all going to be teammates. Tomorrow were going to kick Bobby, Mark, Jamal and PW around the golf course."

I grinned at him. "That's going to be fun."

He clapped me on the back. "Petey you're young, have you ever seen the movie, Casablanca?"

I nodded, "Yes sir I have. It's one of my favorites."

Jamister laughed. "Do you remember what Humphrey Bogart says to Claude Rains as they're walking off the airstrip at the end of the movie?"

I grinned at him. "Yes sir I do. Bogart says; "Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

He smiled at me. "Well Petey, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

I nodded and then there was an awkward pause. I may have been a cuckold and Jamister may have been a bull, but on another level we were male friends and we had just reached our limit for heartfelt conversation.

Jamister finally broke the silence. "I was sent in here to do a job." He clapped his hands over his head. Miraculously everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

"It is now 6:10. Your dates for the evening are due to begin arriving at 7:00 PM. It is time for you to finish your baths and get your cute little butts out of the tub. Morris take Roxanne's toes out of your mouth and wash Lindsey and Joanne."

He smiled at my two friends. "Morris has been bathing women for years. He is a master. We don't have much time, but if you cooperate I guarantee you that you will both get the bath of a lifetime."

Joanne set her squirt gun on the edge of the tub and waded over to Morris. "Honey I'm all yours."

"Roxie get back in the tub, Cutie is going to bathe you. Sandra, let go of that wash cloth and allow Ricky do his job. Julie quit tormenting PW. Let him give you your bath."

He looked at all of the girls. "I'm going to go to the bar and get another scotch. When I come back I expect all five of you to be in the bedroom putting on your makeup."

He turned to leave. As he turned he leaned over and whispered. "Petey that's why I'm a bull."

I smiled at him. "Sir I thought it was because you had a twelve inch cock."

He laughed. "That doesn't hurt; but the truth is, being a bull is all about attitude."

Nice GH, really nice. Great story, great settings, and characters well fleshed out. I'm really enjoying this story!

Stormy

Thank you

GH

After Jamister's edict the girls became very cooperative. We were able to get them all bathed and dried off very quickly. By the time Jamister returned Ricky, PW, Morris and I were back in our panties and tee shirts and the women were all in the bedroom putting on their makeup. Joanne and Sandra were sharing Sandra's makeup table and Lindsey and Julie were sitting together.

As soon as Jamister walked into the room Sandra set her eyeshadow down and said, "Baby Joanne wants to know why we call you "Big Dick" Jamister.

I looked at Joanne, she was blushing.

Jamister started laughing. "All of you have done an excellent job of getting back on task. I'm afraid that this question might lead to another distraction."

Sandra leered at her boyfriend. "But I think you might enjoy this particular distraction."

He nodded. "Yes, that's my fear."

"Just come over here for a moment."

Jamister shook his head and slowly walked over to Sandra and Joanne. As he walked over he glanced at me and smiled. "Petey tell Stevie that I tried to dispatch my duties with honor, but all men have their Achilles heel and they just found mine."

As soon as Jamister reached the two girls, Sandra picked up Joanne's hand and placed it on his crotch. Everyone in the room watched with rapt attention as Joanne gently traced the outline of Jamister's stiffening penis.

After a moment her eyes lit up and she said, "Oh my!"

Lindsey started laughing. "I told you it was big, take it out."

Sandra quietly said, "Go ahead."

I looked at my friend. His eyes were closed. He was beyond salvation.

Joanne slowly unzipped his suit trousers and reached into his pants. Jamister's cock was big and it was erect. Joanne had to maneuver it a little to get it out of his fly.

Once the monster was liberated it popped up like an angry snake. Joanne gasped when she saw it. Apparently feeling it while it was trapped inside Jamister's trousers was one thing. Facing it eye to eye after it was free and out in the open was an altogether different situation.

Joanne took a moment to collect her wits and then she gingerly started to examine Jamister's erect cock with both her eyes and her fingertips. As I watched her, this thirty year old woman reminded me of a little girl carefully inspecting a new doll on Christmas morning.

Gradually Joanne stopped examining this marvelous toy and instead started playing with it. At first she just wrapped both of her hands around the huge shaft, but it wasn't long before her delicate fingers began moving back and forth.

As I watched, I noticed her engagement and wedding rings were still on her left hand. This made me think about Joanne's husband. I wondered how Richard would react if he knew that at this moment his wife was masturbating another man.

I heard Jamister take a deep breath. His eyes were closed and he was biting his lower lip. It was obvious that he was enjoying wonderful sensations of erotic pleasure. I was overwhelmed with envy.

Joanne slid off of her chair, dropped to her knees, held Jamister's erection in both of her hands and slowly rubbed the engorged head against her freshly rouged lips.

Next to her Sandra whispered, "Put it in your mouth. There's nothing like sucking a really big cock."

Jamister shuddered as Joanne parted her lips and slipped the head of his huge penis into the moist warmth of her mouth.

The room was absolutely silent. Everyone's attention was fixed on Joanne and Jamister. I looked at Morris, Ricky and PW. There was an unmistakable look of envy in their eyes as this gorgeous woman started sucking their dominant friend's cock.

"Joanne honey, don't dally. Hurry up and get him off. We really don't have much time before the other men get here."

We all turned. Two middle aged women were standing in the doorway behind us.

I stared. These two women appeared to be about the same age as my lady's younger sister, but age was all they had in common with my aunt Judy. Both of these women were perfectly coiffed, stylishly dressed in casual elegance and had bodies that reflected years of pampering and attention from permisteral trainers.

Suddenly one of them noticed me. She studied me for a moment and then she said, "Helen I do believe that this is the new slave."

Everyone's attention shifted from Joanne and Jamister to me.

Helen looked at me and said, "Oh my, he is adorable isn't he."

They both walked over to me.

Helen slipped her hand under my tee shirt and gently massaged my chest. "Jessica dear, he is absolutely delicious."

Jessica put her hand on the small of my back. "Yes he is, I could just eat him alive." She looked over at Lindsey. "Lindsey honey is this your boy?"

Lindsey smiled at them. "Yes, isn't he wonderful?"

Helen shook her head. "Sweetheart he's more than wonderful, he is absolutely perfect."

Jessica slipped her hand into the back of my panties and pushed them down. She exposed my caged penis and kissed my cheek. "Cutie", She paused for a moment. "That is your name isn't it?"

I nodded. "Yes Mistress Jessica, that is my name."

She reached around me and started massaging my caged penis. "Cutie, it's so nice to see that you're properly controlled."

"Sandra and Julie have been teaching me. They've explained that it's never proper for a slave to be allowed the pleasure of a free swinging dick while he's in the presence of his superiors." It was Lindsey. She started to giggle. "They might actually get the idea that they're men."

Helen smiled at her. "Very good dear. That's an important concept. One of the many reamisters we keep our slaves controlled is to keep them humble."

Suddenly we all heard Jamister take a deep breath. We'd all forgotten that Joanne was still giving him a blow job.

Everyone turned and watched them. Joanne's eyes were closed. She was eagerly sucking on the huge head of Jamister's mammoth erection while both of her hands vigorously pumped his long stiff shaft.

Jamister started to move his hips back and forth in rhythm with Joanne's hands. It was a very slight movement, nearly imperceptible. I was reamisterably certain that Jamister wasn't even aware that he was doing it. I suspected that he was ***ly fucking Joanne's mouth.

And then his back stiffened and his entire body shuddered.

Sandra clapped her hands together. "My big stud is about to cum."

As soon as she felt Jamister pumping his semen into her mouth, Joanne sealed her lips around the head of his cock and tightened her grip on his rigid shaft. Once Jamister was done ejaculating Joanne removed his softening penis from her mouth and licked her lips.

Sandra put her arm around Joanne's shoulder and said, "Pretty fucking amazing isn't it?"

Joanne shook her head and said, "You have no idea."

Sandra laughed and said; "Yes I do, he's my boyfriend."

Joanne smiled at her and said, "Of course he is. I'm sorry, I guess I'm a little disconcerted right now."

Sandra kissed her cheek. "Don't worry honey, I understand very well."

Jamister put his flaccid penis away, zipped up his pants and said; "Thank you Joanne, that was a wonderful way to make your acquaintance."

Joanne stared at Jamister for a moment and then she broke out laughing. "Jamister honey do you introduce yourself to all women that way."

Jamister winked at her and said, "Only in social situations."

Helen shook her head. "Jessica I think we had better retire to the patio for a cocktail. Mr. Mathews may decide that he wants to introduce himself to every woman in the room."

Jessica leered at Jamister. "Mr. Mathews and I have never been formally introduced and from what we just witnessed, I think that I would be very interested in getting to know him better."

Helen rolled her eyes. "Jessica my dear you are such a slut."

"Coming from you, that is quite a compliment."

Jamister walked over and offered an arm to each of the women. "Ladies allow me to escort you to the patio. I happen to know that several very obedient servants are waiting there to provide us with cocktails and snacks."

Helen took his right arm. "Yes, I expect that the service tonight is going to be excellent."

Jessica laughed as she took Jamister's other arm. "In this house the service is always excellent."

Great story GH, thank you. Speaking of golf, the missus and I are headed to sunny Florida next weekend for a week of R & R, which will hopefully include several rounds of golf. I just bought a new TaylorMade putter, which is by far the deadliest putter I've ever used, I can't wait to try it out. Stay warm.

Trf2

I am envious. I hope you have a wonderful weather, find great golf courses, hit the ball long and straight and one putt every green with your new putter.

Oh and I hope your wife finds a hot guy to entertain her while you're on the golf course.

How's that for wonderful fantasy.

GH

GH, my gf and I continue to enjoy this story very much and look forward to each update. Thanks again for sharing your efforts here.

Male37slave

Thank you, I appreciate your comment.

GH

After the women were done putting on their makeup we assisted them as they got dressed. Their outfits were all variations on a basic theme; Very short miniskirts, low cut crop tops, nylon stockings and stiletto heeled pumps. There was no doubt that they were dressing for a sex party.
Once they were dressed the girls modeled their outfits for each other. When they were all satisfied that they were ready to meet their dates for the evening they left the bedroom and moved out to the patio. Morris, PW, Ricky and I followed them like four little puppy dogs.

As we passed through the living room I noticed that it was 7:45. The men would be arriving in fifteen minutes.

Everyone was on the patio. It was early may, there was a light chill in the air. A large fire was burning in an outdoor fireplace. Brenda, April, Maddie, Traci, Helen, Jessica, Jamister and Jamal were all sitting around it chatting and sipping cocktails.

Bobby and Mark brought chairs for Sandra, Julie, Roxanne, Lindsey and Joanne. As soon as they were seated Morris walked over and took take orders.

Once he had their orders he motioned to me. "Cutie, I need your help."

I followed Morris to the bar. PW was already there.

Morris gave us quick instructions. "PW pour five glasses of Riesling. Cutie, put them on a tray and bring them to the girls. Don't forget to curtsy after you set them down. Once you are done back away and wait politely off to one side until you are summoned. It won't be long, Mr. Mathews is almost finished with his scotch. I'm going to go into the kitchen and get a tray of snacks."

Morris watched PW open a chilled bottle Riesling and then he turned and walked into the house.

PW poured the wine. As soon as he was finished I brought it to the women. Once I was done serving it I submissively curtsied and politely backed away.

Brenda noticed my manners and said, "Cutie that was done very nicely. You are learning quickly."

Lindsey smiled. "Oh yes, Cutie is very smart." She giggled. "He's really been quite easy to train."

Helen nodded her head. "Training a slave is one of the great pleasures in life."

Morris returned carrying a tray filled with a wide selection of delicious looking appetizers. As he set the tray on a table near the fire he said, "Footboy and Cutie it is almost seven. Please go into the living room and welcome the men as they arrive."

Ricky grabbed my arm. "Cutie come with me." As we walked back into the house he said, "When the first man arrives, watch me. Protocol is important."

The moment we entered the living room the doorbell rang. Ricky walked over and opened the front door. It was Court.

Ricky bowed and said, "Mr. Phillips, please come in".

As soon as Court stepped into the house Ricky said, "Welcome to Sandra, Julie and Roxanne's home. Mistress Joanne is on the patio. I'll have Cutie tell her you're here."

Court smiled and said, "Hi Ricky, Hi Petey; Hey Petey did you enjoy your golf game?"

"Court it was fabulous! It was the most beautiful golf course I've ever played in my entire life. Ricky and I took two dollars from Stevie and Jamister."

"Cutie, remember your manners. You're addressing a superior." Ricky looked at Court, "Mr. Phillips When you get a chance, come into the kitchen. That's neutral territory. Cutie can tell you all about the golf game in there, but out here he'll get whipped if our Mistresses hear him being this familiar with you."

Court patted my shoulder. "Sorry buddy, I wasn't trying to get you into trouble."

"Hey it was my fault, I was the one that forgot my manners. We can talk in the kitchen later." I paused for a moment. I remembered my promise to Joanne. "Court you're about to meet Helen, Jessica, Morris and Lorraine. They're very nice people, Lindsey, Joanne and I really like them."

"That's cool, if you guys like them I'm sure I'll like them too."

"Court, there's one thing you should know."

"What's that?"

"Lorraine is Helen's husband."

"You mean they're lesbians?" Court shrugged. "I don't care about that."

"No that's not what I mean. You'll understand when you meet him."

Ricky was smiling. "Cutie go let Mistress Joanne know that Mr. Phillips is here." He turned to Court, "Mr. Phillips may name is Footboy, may I get you a martini."

Court nodded to Ricky and said, "Thank you Footboy, that would be very nice."

When I returned to the patio everyone's attention was focused on Jamister. He was describing a high profile *** trial that was going on in the city.

I walked over to Joanne and politely waited. Jamister noticed me standing there and paused. Everyone watched me as I curtsied and said, "Mistress Joanne, Mister Phillips has arrived. He's waiting in the living room."

Joanne smiled at me and said, "Thank you Cutie. Please tell Mr. Phillips that I will join him there immediately."

I nodded. "Yes Mistress Joanne."

As I turned to leave I heard Sandra say, "It sounds like the evening is beginning. Why don't we all move to the living room so we can greet our guests as they arrive."

When I walked back into the living room Court was shaking hands with a handsome man in his mid thirties. The man was saying. "It's nice to meet you Court, I'm Brett Ryman. I'm Roxanne's date for this evening."

As they were talking Bobby and PW came through the dining room door. As soon as PW saw Brett he stopped and bowed his head.

Brett Ryman turned. When he saw PW he smiled. "Hi Peewee, how are you tonight?"

"PW kept his eyes focused on the floor as he answered. "I'm fine Mr. Ryman, thank you for asking."

I was fascinated by this interchange. I'd read about this situation in several stories on the cuckold web sites, but this was the first time I'd ever actually witnessed a husband greeting another man as he arrives for an evening of sex with his wife.

"Hello Brett, it's so nice to see you again. I was very happy when Roxanne told us that you were going to be her date for the evening." It was Sandra. She walked over to Brett and kissed his cheek. "Roxanne had to stop in the powder room, she'll be right here."

I turned, the entire group was coming in from the patio.

Joanne walked up to court and kissed him. "Hi baby I see they got you a take."

Court nodded. "Ricky has taken very good care of me."

"Joanne honey will you please introduce us to this handsome young man."

"Oh I'm sorry, Helen and Jessica I'd like you to meet my boyfriend Court Phillips. Court this is Helen Darcy and Jessica Townsend."

Helen kissed Court's cheek and said, "It's so nice to meet you. Lindsey and Joanne have told us many nice things about you."

Helen stepped away and Jessica stepped in so she could kiss Court's cheek. As she kissed him I noticed that Stevie, Morris, Mark and Lorraine had joined us. Everyone was now in living room.

As soon as she was done kissing Court Jessica took his arm and turned. She waved to Morris and Lorraine. They came over.

"Court this is my husband, Morris Fredricks. As you can see he is a slave so this evening he'll be answering to the name, Cucky".

Court extended his hand and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Fredricks."

Morris stared at Court for a moment and then he took his hand and smiled. "Mr. Phillp's the pleasure is all mine."

No one said a word about this interchange. Everyone understood what had just transpired. By using Morris's formal name Court had made it clear that even though we were playing a sex game in which Morris was a slave, he still respected the man's age and position. My friend was very s*******ed in social situations.

Jessica squeezed Court's elbow and said, "And now I'd like you to meet my very dear friend Lorraine Milton. Lorraine is also a slave."

Lorraine walked up to Court and extended her hand.

Court smiled at her and said, "Petey told me and I'm glad he did because I never would have guessed." And then he leaned forward, kissed her cheek and said, "Lorraine it is a pleasure to meet you."

Everyone in the room smiled.

Lorraine looked at Court. "Lindsey, Joanne and Petey have all said wonderful things about you and I have to say that you make an excellent first impression. I hope we can become good friends." She laughed. "I suspect that both my wife and Morris's wife are very anxious to get to know you much better."

Court grinned at Lorraine. "I have never been opposed to becoming very close friends with women as beautiful as your wives."

Joanne grabbed his arm. "Hey big boy, don't forget who you're with tonight."

Julie laughed. "Be careful Joanne, don't be stingy about sharing Court or he might find out about your introduction to Mr. Big Dick Jamister while we were getting dressed this evening."

Joanne's face turned a bright shade of pink.

Court laughed. "Lindsey told us all about Mr. Mathew's incredible attribute." He looked at Joanne. "Is Julie telling us that you had a permisteral encounter with his monster this afternoon?"

Joanne shook her head.

"Was it everything you'd hoped it would be?"

Joanne smiled and shook her head again.

Court slapped her butt and said, "Good girl."

"Brett! I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were here." Roxanne ran over to her date, threw her arms around his neck and gave him a long passionate kiss. As they kissed Brett let his hands stray to Roxanne's full round rear.

Out of the corner of my eye I watched PW submissively stare at the floor as this other man lifted his wife's skirt and brazenly massage her nearly naked ass while every one in the room looked on.

Dear good husband,

We are still making our way through your story.

However, between the Super bowl and my date this weekend with a boyfriend, we have not come up to page 9 yet.

I was reading the chapter where they were in the store buying a dress and other items. I imagine, to some extent, women who enjoy giving themselves to another man have taken their husbands (or in my case, beta) to a store, to buy something "special" for their lovers.

While the time spent choosing the right outfit, shoes, and underwear are difficult enough for the cuckolds to sit through, it's storing these items that is much more humiliating for them to live with.

In beta's dresser, he has one drawer that has bras and panties, corsets and the like, that I only wear for my boyfriends. He only sees me in them, when I am dressing for a date.

These clothes (and the drawer) are used as a type of reminder to him that I like to dress-up for my lovers even when they are not around. They are treated to something special that beta will never get to enjoy. beta is forever asking me to wear something from this drawer.

Like Charlie Brown, Lucy will never let him kick that football. I will never allow beta to see me in clothes that have been purchased for my lovers......Unless I am going out with one of them.

You might be surprised how effective this is.

~Savannah

VaBeachCouple

Thank you for sharing that with us. The drawer is a delightfully wicked idea. Savannah, you are to be commended.

GH

The doorbell rang. Aaron Carter, Julie's date; Quentin Tyler, the young man Brenda had met at Baxter's on the previous Thursday and Roy Thomas, April's boyfriend all arrived at the same time. Ricky and I took their take orders while Julie, Brenda and April greeted their men.

When we returned from the bar everyone was standing around in small groups. The room was buzzing with the sound of casual conversation. Morris and PW were circulating with appetizer trays. The atmosphere in the living room was beginning to look a lot like a cocktail party.

I served the men their cocktails and was just about to start taking more take orders when the doorbell rang again. This time it was two very distinguished looking gentleman in their early fifties. Helen and Jessica introduced them. Helen's date was Stanford Burke. Mr. Burke was an investment counselor. He was very excited about being invited to Steven Wagner's home. I gathered that Stevie was a bit of a legend in the city's investment circles.

Jessica's date was Nelmister Wheeler. Mr. Wheeler was a local art dealer. Apparently one of the paintings in the living room had come from Mr. Wheeler's gallery.

All the men were now here except for Lindsey's date, Gabriel Vaillant. I looked around the room, it took me a moment to spot her. She was standing alone in a corner. I immediately realized that she was nervous that her date wasn't going to show up. I quickly made my way over to her.

When she saw me approaching, Lindsey looked at me with doleful eyes and said; "Petey what if he doesn't come?"

I put my arm around her shoulder and whispered. "He would have to be an absolute fool to stand up a woman as beautiful as you."

Lindsey smiled at me. "Oh Petey, you're always so sweet."

I grinned at her. "I may be sweet, but I don't think that's going to be enough to get me laid tonight."

She broke out laughing. "No cuckboy, it sure isn't."

"Honey don't worry, Gabriel will be here. Next to my Morris, he is one of the most reliable men I have ever known." It was Jessica. She had also noticed Lindsey's concern.

And then the door bell rang one more time.

Lindsey looked at me. "Do you think that's him?"

I laughed. "I don't remember anyone ordering a pizza."

Lindsey poked me in the stomach. "Be serious, this is important."

Jessica took Lindsey's arm. "Come dear, it's time for you to meet your date."

As Jessica was moving Lindsey towards the front door Ricky was opening it. A very handsome middle aged gentleman was standing on the front step.

Ricky bowed and said, "Welcome to Sandra, Julie and Roxanne's house; please come in."

The gentleman flashed Ricky an engaging smile and stepped inside, "My name is Gabriel Vaillant, I believe that I'm expected."

"Gabriel, how nice to see you again." It was Helen, she rushed over and took his hand. "Please come in."

"Helen my dear, every time I see you I'm overwhelmed by your intoxicating beauty."

Helen patted his cheek and said, "You lovely flatterer. How is Marie?"

"She's in Paris. She has a new boyfriend, he's a handsome young man. She's very happy."

Suddenly he noticed Jessica approaching with Lindsey. "Jessica, I am so glad you called me."

Jessica walked up to him and kissed his cheek. "Gabriel we are so happy you were available."

"I hope I'm not late."

"No dear we're just starting cocktails."

I looked at Lindsey. She was awestruck. It was easy to understand why; Gabriel was not only handsome, he also had the grace and charm of a cultured aristocrat. My sweet little college junior was clearly already overwhelmed by the debonair gentleman who was to be her escort and lover for the evening. Pangs of jealousy and envy began worming their way back into my gut.

Jessica put her hand in the small of Lindsey's back and gently prodded her forward. "Gabriel I would like you to meet Lindsey Sommers. Lindsey this is my dear friend Gabriel Vaillant."

Lindsey nodded and managed to say, “Gabriel, I am very pleased to meet you."

Gabriel picked up Lindsey's hand. As he kissed it he said; "Lindsey, Jessica told me that you were attractive, but I had no idea that you were going to be this beautiful."

Lindsey blushed. She appeared to be flustered. I don't think she knew how to respond.

Sandra saved her. She stepped forward and extended her hand. "Gabriel I'm Sandra Monroe, welcome to our home."

Gabriel bowed and said, "Thank you for inviting me."

Sandra turned to Lindsey, "Why don't you introduce Gabriel to Jamister while Footboy fetches him a cocktail. Gabriel what would you like to take?"

"A martini would be very nice."

Sandra turned. "Footboy, a martini for Mr. Vaillant."

Ricky bowed. "Yes Mistress Sandra, right away."

As Ricky scurried over to the bar Lindsey took Gabriel's arm and led him over to Jamister Mathews.

I smiled as I watched Lindsey introduce Gabriel to Jamister. Sandra was very smart. She realized that Lindsey was completely overwhelmed by her date. We all knew that she would be fine. Lindsey was intelligent and well educated; but she needed a few minutes to collect her wits. Jamister Mathews would provide that opportunity.

Lindsey quickly relaxed. With Jamister handling the conversation she was free to fall back on s*******s that were very comfortable for her. It wasn't long before she was flirting with both men. I discreetly watched out of the corner of my eye as the girl I loved merrily bantered with these two handsome middle aged gentlemen. She listened intently to their conversation and laughed and giggled at all of their jokes. I smiled, Lindsey was very good.

And then my stomach did a flip flop. Gabriel possessively put his arm around Lindsey's shoulder. I understood what he was doing. It was a deliberate message to everyone at the party that my girlfriend now belonged to him for the rest of the evening. I sighed when Lindsey slipped her arm around his waist in a clear acknowledgment of his claim. I knew it was going to happen, but it was still hard to watch.

"Cutie, Stevie needs your help in the kitchen." I turned, it was Bobby.

He patted my back. "All of us agree that watching your wife or girlfriend laugh and flirt with another man is actually more difficult then seeing him fucking her."

I shrugged. "I guess that's part of the pain of being a cuckold."

Bobby sighed. "Yes it certainly is."

As he said this I noticed that his attention wasn't focused on me. I followed his gaze. His wife and her date were standing on the other side of the room talking to April and Roy and Court and Joanne. Brenda was leaning against Quent's left side with her cheek pressed into his massive shoulder. Both of her arms were intertwined around his left arm. She was holding his hand between both of her hands. Bobby's wife reminded me of a bride possessively clinging to her new husband as they talked to the guests at their wedding reception.

Now it was my turn to pat Bobby on the back.

He smiled at me. "Cutie, you stated it very well. This is part of the pain of being a cuckold."

GH - Very nice, great emotional set-up. Thanks!

Thanks Stormy

I'm a little nervous about how people are reacting to this part of the story. I'm worried that I might be boring people.

GH

I was torn as I walked out of the living room. Part of me desperately wanted to stay and watch Lindsey and Gabriel, but another part of me knew that I needed to take a break. I also realized that a little support from my cuckold friends might be very helpful at this moment.

The kitchen was alive with activity. Stevie was sautéing mushrooms, Lorraine was chopping vegetables and Ricky was making a cocktail. Vivaldi's "Four Seamisters" was playing in the background.

Despite all of this commotion my eyes were immediately drawn to the left side of the kitchen. Traci was sitting next to the kitchen table. She was sipping a cocktail. Morris was on his knees kissing her toes. Her legs were spread and the hem of her skirt was pulled up around her waist. She wasn't wearing panties.

I suddenly realized that I was staring at her shaved cunt and quickly tried to look away.

Traci caught me staring and then she saw me trying to avert my eyes. She smiled at me and said, "That's okay Cutie, you can look. I don't mind at all." She winked at me. "In fact, after Morris is done paying homage to my feet, I'll let you have a much closer look."

Lorraine shook her head. "Traci honey, Cutie is on his first break of the evening. He just has time for a cocktail and a snack and then he has to get back to the living room and continue serving takes. He doesn't have time to give you head right now."

"Lorraine you're spoiling all my fun."

"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to play with all of us after dinner. Morris it's time for you to stop kissing Traci's feet and stand up. You have to go back out to the living room with Petey and Ricky. You just have time for a glass of Scotch and a snack."

Morris stood up. He grinned at Traci and said, "Thanks, that was fun."

She blew him a kiss and said, "It was my pleasure sweetie."

Ricky waved at me. "Hey Petey come over here."

I walked over to him. He handed me the cocktail he'd been mixing. "It's a martini. Lindsey told us that this is your beverage of choice."

I took a large sip of the take. It tasted good. I smiled at Ricky and said, "Thank you, she was right."

Behind me I heard Lorraine say, "You have to try Stevie's crab cakes, they're wonderful."

I turned. Lorraine was holding a plate of appetizers similar to the ones that had been circulating in the living room. She grinned at me. "Welcome to the kitchen. A slave's life is very good in here."

Traci laughed. "You sure got that right. The food in here is even better than the food out there."

I suddenly realized that I was famished. I ate several appetizers and washed them down with my martini. The combination of the nourishment, the cocktail and the company quickly restored my spirits.

While I was eating Stevie explained the plan for dinner. "Petey for the next hour we'll work in shifts. You'll work with Morris and Ricky." He smiled at me. "You'll also eat with Morris and Ricky. Dinner will be served in about fifteen minutes. As soon as your done here we want you to go back to the living room and offer one more round of cocktails. Be careful, the atmosphere will be different when you go back. It's going to be much more sexual. The women will be getting excited. They'll most likely start playing games with you."

Traci massaged her naked cunt. "I'm already excited. Why can't I start playing games with Petey right now?"

Lorraine rolled her eyes. "You can, but you have to go out to the living room to do it."

Traci shook her head. "Nope, I'd rather stay in here with my best friends." She looked at me. "Besides, I'm certain that the rest of the women are going to give Petey everything he can handle."

I started to get very nervous.

Ricky noticed my concern and patted my shoulder. "Just remember what we told you, stay humble, never forget that you're a slave and be very polite. That will get you through most situations."

I finished my first martini. Lorraine handed me a second one. I started to protest. After the warning they'd just given me I felt like I needed to keep a clear head.

She smiled at me. "Honey relax, everyone wants you to have fun tonight. If you do make a mistake the worst thing that will happen is that Lindsey will whip you. Don't worry, she won't really hurt you, and it will be very exciting for everyone if it does happen."

A little chill rippled through me. I'd never been whipped. I'd really never even considered the idea. I had very mixed emotions about the prospect. Part of me found the possibility very exciting, but another part of me was terrified.

I ate one more crab cake, took a large sip of my second martini and set the glass on the counter. After that I took a deep breath and looked at Morris and Ricky. "I'm ready when you are."

Ricky patted my shoulder and said, "Once more unto the breach dear friends, once more."

Stevie laughed as Ricky, Morris and I were leaving the kitchen. "There is nothing more enlightening than living with an English professor. I can now actually identify that quotation."

Ricky stopped and looked back. "All right, go for it."

Stevie grinned at his friend. "William Shakespeare, Henry V, Act III, Scene I."

Ricky raised his fist as a symbol of congratulation and said, "There is yet hope for my stock broker buddy."

Morris grabbed Ricky's arm. "Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit wide to his full height. On, on, you noblest English."

Ricky shook his head in amazement. "I am surrounded by a sea of literate comrades."

Lorraine grabbed a spatula and swatted Ricky on the butt. "Get out there and start serving takes before our Mistresses get angry and decide to bind you and your literate comrades to the fireplace mantle and flail the skin off your well educated backsides."

Ricky poked me in the ribs and said, "Methinks our feminized friend speaks wisely." He grabbed my wrist. "Petey, let's go to work."

"Or close the wall with our English dead." So many of our great speeches have been inspired by the French. Well GH, I'm back, jetlagged from my time with the free and certainly not bored. I'm just amazed how much I had to catch up. I think your dear wife needs to work you harder !!

No boredom here GH, keep it going. Off to Florida. Catch up when I get home.