Cassandra and Francis

We are just getting caught up in your new story line, too.

This downturn in the economy keeps us from enjoying some of the simple things sometimes.

We don't how you do it but we love reading your stories even if we are always late to the table.

~Savannah

All of you

Thank you for your kind comments. The past month has been an emotional roller coaster for me and this next segment is probably an accurate reflection of my mood right now.

GH

As soon as I got back into the sanctuary of the kitchen I stopped, leaned against the counter and closed my eyes. I needed to catch my breath. The scene in the living room had been unbelievably exciting.

I took a moment to compose myself and then I started clearing the dining room table and cleaning the kitchen. I worked quickly, I was in a hurry to get back to Cassandra and Jennifer. In less than fifteen minutes I was wiping off the counter tops and the sink. As soon as that was done I took off my apron, took a deep breath and left the kitchen. I was of course naked.

When I entered the living room Cassandra and Jennifer were sitting on the couch. They were deeply engrossed in conversation. I stopped and remained perfectly still. I didn't want to disturb them. I was taking my role as a submissive very seriously.

As I stood there I was quite certain that both Cassandra and Jennifer were aware of my presence, but it didn't seem to matter, they still ignored me and continued their conversation. They appeared to be taking their roles as dominants very seriously.

Cassandra was telling Jennifer about a new guy who was working in her office. She thought he was extremely attractive and even though he was married she was hoping that he was going to ask her out. My two friends then proceeded to have a very lively discussion about how a woman should go about letting a married man know that she's available to him. As I listened to them I was really quite impressed. It was obvious that they were both very s*******ed at capturing the attention of their quarry.

Cassandra and Jennifer continued their conversation for at least several minutes and maybe more. It was difficult to be certain, time passes slowly when you're standing completely naked in a room with two very attractive fully clothed women.

Finally Cassandra looked up. When our eyes met she smiled at me. With that one brief gesture she restated all the words of fondness and affection that she'd expressed to me over the previous few days. I smiled back. For one short moment we both looked at each other with mutual adoration and then Cassandra's expression changed. She adopted a bearing of haughty arrogance and her tender gaze became a menacing glare.

"Pansy, get down on your knees and crawl over to Ms. Riley. It's time to show her just how submissive you really are."

I looked over at Jennifer. Her eyes were fixed on me while she slowly dangled one of her high heeled sandals from her big toe. She was obviously well aware of my fascination with a woman's feet and she was now using that knowledge to sadistically tease and torment me.

I obediently got down on my hands and knees. As I started crawling across the living room rug Cassandra laughed and said, "Isn't he a good little boy."

Jennifer quietly whispered, "Oh yes, he most certainly is."

I moved quickly. As I moved my eyes held their focus on Ms. Dalton's enchanting feet. The offense I was enduring combined with the prospect of being allowed to kiss and lick those beautiful toes had my entire body tingling with excitement.

As soon as Jennifer's feet were within my reach Cassandra halted me. "Pansy don't you dare touch Ms. Dalton without her permission."

I stopped and looked up at Cassandra and then at Jennifer and then back at Cassandra. I was confused. I didn't understand what I was supposed to do.

Cassandra repeated her demand. "I think that it would be appropriate for you to get Ms. Dalton's permission before you tried to kiss her toes."

I looked up at Jennifer. She was studying me. This was obviously unexplored territory for all three of us. After a moment she gently said, "Pansy would you like to kiss my feet?"

I took a deep breath and answered, "Yes Ms. Dalton, I would like that very much."

She smiled at me and then she asked, "How much?"

I stared at her with a confused expression. I wasn't sure I knew what she wanted me to say.

"Francis, we want to see you beg." It was Cassandra. She was watching us intently.

I shuddered with excitement. These two women were not only powering me to demean myself in front of them by kissing Jennifer's feet, they were demanding that I beg for the privilege.

Suddenly the air was charged with electricity. Jennifer and Cassandra were waiting breathlessly to see what I was going to do. I was kneeling in front of Jennifer desperately trying to regain enough composure so that I could begin.

Cassandra noted my hesitation and mistook my excitement for apprehension. In a very soothing voice she said, "Francis, would you like to serve both Ms. Dalton and Me?"

I looked at Cassandra. "Can I do that?"

"Yes, in fact I would like it if you did. Do you remember that I told you that Jennifer is the closest permister I have to family?"

I nodded.

I turned to Jennifer. She was carefully watching my reaction.

Cassandra quietly whispered, "Francis I would like to share you with Jen."

The mood in the room had changed. The sexual electricity was gone. The three of us were now being very serious. I understood exactly what was happening. The world is full of lonely adults. Cassandra, Jennifer and I were three of them. Yes it was true that these women slept with scores of men, but you can have sex with hundreds of people and never have one friend. Jennifer wasn't really asking me to be her slave. Well she was, but that wasn't what she was seeking. She wanted my friendship and my love and in return she was offering to be my friend and love me.

I looked at Cassandra and then I looked at Jennifer. Both of them were nervously awaiting my answer. I understood their anxiety. Offering your body to another permister is really quite easy. Offering your heart and soul is a much more serious matter.

I smiled at both of them and as I smiled at them I realized that they were offering me a treasure that very few people are ever fortunate enough to find. I took a deep breath and quietly said, "Jen would you like to live here with Cassie and me." My use of their informal names was deliberate. We were taking a break from our games. I wanted them to understand that this was a decision we were making as equals.

Jennifer and Cassandra looked at each other and then they started to grin. Cassandra grabbed me, lifted me up on the couch and pulled me down so I was sitting in between them. Once I was in place she kissed me. It was a long hard passionate kiss.

As soon as Cassandra finished kissing me she turned my face towards Jennifer. "Now it's your turn Jen. You'll enjoy it, Francis is so easy to love."

Jennifer put her arms around me and stared into my eyes. "Francis will you allow me to love you?"

I nodded and said, "Yes Jen, if you'll allow me to love you."

She giggled and said, "Oh yes." and then she kissed me. We kissed with passion and as we kissed I could feel Jennifer's hunger for love.

Behind me Cassandra tapped my shoulder and said, "Hey I want in on this." And the next thing I knew I was being kissed by both women at the same time.

I really don't know how long we kissed. It might have been minutes and it might have been hours. Time really didn't matter. When we finally did break apart all three of us sat on the couch and grinned. We were giddy with happiness.

We sat together quietly. After a few minutes the moment passed. None of us was very s*******ed at genuine intimacy and I started to worry that the situation was about to become awkward.

I thought for a moment and then I smiled. I knew exactly what to do. I slipped off the couch and got back down on my knees in front of Jennifer.

Cassandra looked at me with a puzzled expression and said, "Francis what are you doing?"

I winked at her and said, "Just because we've promised to try to love each other doesn't mean we have to stop playing our games."

Cassandra clapped her hands together and said, "Jen do you see why he's so wonderful."

Jennifer nodded. "You don't have to convince me. I already know he's wonderful."

I looked up at Jennifer and quietly whispered. “Ms Dalton I beg you to allow me to kiss your beautiful toes.”

Jennifer extended her foot and said, “Pansy you have my permission.”

GH, whatever it is you're going through has only honed you to a finer edge as far as the writing is concerned. That last chapter was wonderful, touching, a little sad, erotic, and yet fun. Very, very nice! I hope all works out well for you, whatever the issues.

GH, I can only echo Stormy's comments. That passage must have come from somewhere deep in your soul. It was the very essence of what I'm sure many of us believe this choice is all about. I don't think I have ever read anything as clear and raw. Thankyou for posting it.

GH, I can only concur with the above comments. What ever you are going through in your life is adding to the story. I keep coming back for your next installment. Thank you so much for publishing your stories.

Good and bi

Stormy, Peak and Goodnbi

Thank you

GH

I cradled Jennifer's foot in my hands and gently kissed each of her toes. At the same time Cassandra slipped down from the couch so she was kneeling on the floor next to me and started patting my head.

"Yes Pansy, you're being a very good little boy; show Ms. Dalton just how much you adore her."

Of course Cassandra's demeaning words excited all three of us. Jennifer responded by spreading her legs, raising her skirt and exposing her panty covered crotch. As I continued kissing her toes she slipped her fingers to the tiny triangle of white satin that concealed her pussy and started masturbating herself.

"Look Pansy, you're obviously pleasing her. It appears that Ms. Dalton enjoys obedient little boys just as much as I do. If you ask her very politely, I'll bet that she'll let you kiss her cunt."

I looked up at Jennifer. She was staring at me.

I took a deep breath and said, "Ms. Dalton may I please be allowed to kiss your lovely pussy."

A very subtle smile formed at the corners of Jennifer's mouth. I began to suspect that she and Cassandra had planned the details of this little scene while I was cleaning the kitchen.

Jennifer pulled her foot away from my lips and sat up. She looked into my eyes, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong panties and pulled them down to her knees."

"Take them off Pansy, pull my panties down to my ankles and take them off."

I couldn't move. All of my attention was focused on Jennifer's naked cunt. As I already told you, I was sexually very inexperienced. I could count the number of bare pussies that I'd seen in my life on one hand and that included a night at a strip club. Even my ex wife Emily hid her body from me during most of our marriage. Of course that was partly because she was too busy sharing it with her football coach boy friend.

I must have taken too much time because Cassandra leaned over, blew on my ear and whispered, "Do as you're told Pansy or we'll punish you. You wouldn't want us to have to do that would you?" She reached around my back, grabbed my nipple between her thumb and her forefinger and started twisting it. As she twisted it she said, "Pull Ms. Dalton's panties down to her ankles and take them off of her."

I gasped from the pain Cassandra was causing with her fingers.

Cassandra bit my ear and said, "Take Ms. Dalton's panties off or I'll rip your nipple off your chest."

Nothing makes a permister focus their attention like excruciating pain. I quickly pulled Jennifer's panties off her ankles and tossed them onto the end of the couch.

Cassandra released her painful grip on on my nipple, slipped her hand down my side, gently brushed her fingertips across my buttocks and followed the cleft of my ass until she reached my crotch. I held my breath when I felt her caressing my balls. I wasn't certain if she was trying to give me pleasure or just getting ready to inflict more pain.

Cassandra sensed my apprehension and said; "Relax Pansy, I'm not going to hurt you." She chuckled. "At least not right at this moment. You see, Ms. Dalton and I will always punish noncompliance, but we will also always reward obedience."

She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around my erect penis and gently squeezed it. "Right now I'm giving you a little reward."

I was just starting to worry that I might cum again when Cassandra released my cock, gave my butt a playful slap and kissed the back of my head.

"That's enough, we don't want to spoil you." Then Cassandra grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head up so that I was staring at Jennifer's naked cunt. "Repeat your question slaveboy."

This time I understood exactly what Cassandra meant and I complied immediately. "Ms. Dalton, may I please be allowed to kiss your pussy?"

Cassandra once again reached around my back and grabbed my nipple. All of my muscles tensed as I remembered the pain she'd inflicted only moments earlier. But now, rather than ruthlessly twisting my nipple, she instead gently massaged it with her fingertips. With her other hand she held my face in place so that I was powerd to stare at Jennifer's naked cunt.

Jennifer was massaging her sex with two fingers while she looked into my eyes. "Pansy I think that's a privilege you're going to have to earn." She rolled over so that she was kneeling on the couch. Her full round ass was now pointed directly at my face.

Cassandra released my nipple and pushed my head forward. “Pansy, we'd like to see a demonstration of your devotion to Ms. Dalton. Show us that you're willing to do anything she asks you to do; kiss and lick her asshole."

The room was filled with sexual tension. My entire body was tingling with excitement as I spread Jennifer's gorgeous ass cheeks and leaned forward.

Jennifer sighed when she felt my lips touch her puckered anus and when I pushed my tongue into her forbidden tunnel she cooed with delight and said, "Cassie you're right this is one of the most wonderful sensations imaginable. It really does make me feel like a goddess."

Jennifer's words heightened my excitement. These two women were my goddesses and I was very willing to worship them in any way they chose. I pushed my tongue even deeper into her asshole. At the same time she reached back between her legs and started massaging her very wet cunt. For a brief moment I greedily probed and licked her anus while she frantically rubbed her engorged clit.

Suddenly Jennifer stopped moving. I heard her take a deep breath and then she arched her back and screamed. At the same time her entire body started to shake.

Cassandra gently pulled me away from Jennifer's rear. "Francis let her alone for a moment. Our friend enjoys volcanic orgasms."

Gradually the waves of pleasure that were rippling through Jennifer's body subsided and she collapsed onto the couch. She lay still for a moment and then she rolled over and grinned at Cassandra and me. "That was fabulous. Are you two always going to be that much fun?"

Cassandra nodded and said, "I hope so."

Jennifer sat up, smoothed her skirt, looked at us and asked, "Well what should we do next?"

Cassandra smiled and said, "I think it's time to give Pansy his present."

Jennifer stood up. "I agree, but we're going to have to get rid of that ugly pubic hair around his cock and balls before we can give it to him."

Cassandra stood up, grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. "Come with us Pansy, we have a little chore to do in the bathroom."

Simply wonderful, gh! i try reading slow to savor the story, but i find myself blazing through it to see what other delights you're going to share with us, and then, all to soon, i'm at the end. Thank you! priss

Sublime.

Most Excellent GH

Mel x

Priss, Peak and Mel

The three of you started leaving me comments of support when I was writing "Sandra and Stevie". I appreciated them then and I continue to appreciate them now.

Thank you

GH

Cassandra took my hand and led me out of the living room. Jennifer followed us. As we passed though our bedroom Cassandra stopped and looked back at her friend. "Jen I think it's time for us to get a little bit more comfortable."

Jennifer nodded and said, "Cassie, that's an excellent idea."

Cassandra and Jennifer stopped and started undressing. As they removed each article of clothing they handed it to me so that I could hang it up. It wasn't discussed, they just assumed that I would perform that service.

Once they were naked Cassandra smiled and said; "There that's much better. Now we're ready to play. Let's move into the bathroom."

The Bluffs is a luxury apartment building and the bathrooms that adjoin the master bedrooms reflect that fact. It would actually be more accurate to call them opulent spa's than bathrooms. The master bathroom in my apartment was finished in black granite, stone tile and featured gold plated fixtures. The spacious room contained a large whirlpool bath, a separate shower, two private toilet stalls complete with accompanying bidets and another space containing side by side lavatory sinks and lighted mirrors.

As we walked into the bathroom Jennifer looked around and started to giggle. "Cassie, it's not going to be hard to get used to using this bathroom."

Cassandra nodded. "Yes Jen, it is rather comfortable."

Jennifer shook her head. "Comfortable? It's fucking amazing."

Cassandra turned to me. "Pansy, you can fill the bathtub while I get your razor, your shaving cream and a scissors."

"Cassie can I do anything to help?"

Cassandra laughed. "Yes Jen, why don't you torment Francis."

"Oh I love that idea."

I was bending over the edge of the tub adjusting the temperature of the water when I felt Jennifer put her arms around my waist and press her naked breasts against my back. I wasn't certain about how I was supposed to respond so I just stood perfectly still.

"Careful Jen, you're going to make our poor boy cum again."

I took a deep breath as Jennifer reached down and wrapped her fingers around my erect penis.

"Cassie, he's so sweet, I just can't leave him alone."

"Well how about if you quit playing with his little dick and get him to sit on the edge of the bathtub."

"Cassie you're no fun at all. You know I can't resist a dick of any size."

Cassandra burst into laughter. "Jen you are such a slut."

"And so are you, that's why we're such good friends."

"All right, you win; but while you're down there playing around why don't you take this scissors and start cutting off his pubic hair."

Jennifer let go of my penis and stood up. "Francis honey, I think you'd better sit down." She held up the scissors Cassandra had just handed her. "You wouldn't want me to make a mistake with this and cut off your cute little wee wee, would you?"

I shook my head and quickly sat down on the edge of the tub. "No I most certainly wouldn't."

Jennifer patted my thigh. "That's a good boy, now sit very still."

I watched with rapt attention as she started cutting off my pubic hair with the scissors.

Cassandra sat down on the edge of the tub next to me. "Francis, you're okay with this aren't you?"

I smiled at her and said, "Yes Cassie, I am."

Cassandra stared at me for a moment and then she started to grin. She understood my response. By using her informal name I was answering as an equal and giving her my full permission to proceed.

She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. As she kissed me she said, "Francis I love you."

It took a moment for her words to register in my brain; but as soon as they did I stopped, placed the palm of my hand on her shoulder, pushed her away and stared into her eyes. "Did you hear what you just said?"

Cassandra stared back at me and answered. "Yes Francis I did and I'll say it again just in case you didn't hear it. Francis I love you."

I took a deep breath and said, "Cassandra I love you too."

And then we kissed. It was a long passionate kiss laden with romance and desire.

After a moment Jennifer interrupted us. "Hey this isn't fair. You guys have a head start. I want to fall in love too."

Cassandra and I both looked at Jen and started laughing. Cassandra reached out, grabbed her friend's wrist and pulled her to us. "Don't worry silly, we'll wait for you to catch up."

And then the three of us kissed and for a moment time stopped. We weren't lonely anymore.

Hey GH

WOW the last three chapters are AWESOME

I hope this does not sound too mushy(sp) but I was so touched reading about the love that is developing between Cassandra and Francis; and that now is starting to include Jen.


Thanks for writing and please keep up.

Meijer

PS As I have told you before but want to say again how much I enjoy your stories and how they pick me and make me want to love my wife even more. Thanks. And that is not counting the educational value of your writing!!

Meijer

Thankyou

I'm glad you're continuing to enjoy my story. Thanks for taking a moment to let me know.

GH

For a few moments we took turns hugging and kissing each other and then Cassandra broke away and stood up. "I'm enjoying this just as much as the two of you; but look at the time. It's getting late and I'd still like to give Francis his present tonight."

There is a clock on the wall in my bathroom. You might think that's kind of odd, but I tend to dawdle just a bit in the morning. The clock helps me get to the University on time. I glanced at the clock. It was just after 10:00.

Next to me Jennifer gasped. "Oh my it is getting late and I still have to go home."

Cassandra looked at me. "Francis were you serious when you invited Jen to live here?"

"Yes, of course I was."

She turned to Jennifer. "Jen why don't you stay here tonight?"

"I would love to Cassie, but I don't see how I can. I don't have any clothes to wear to work in the morning."

Cassandra smiled at her. "Jen when was the last time you took a sick day?"

Jennifer shrugged. "I don't know, it's been at least two or three years."

Cassandra sighed. "I know, you're never sick and neither am I. We're both married to our jobs." She winked at Jennifer. "Why don't we be really naughty and take a sick day tomorrow. That way we can go to your apartment first thing in the morning and pick up some of your things."

Jennifer stared at Cassandra for a moment and then she looked at me. "Francis would it really be okay if I moved in here?"

I grinned at her. "It would be more than okay. I think it would be wonderful."

She turned back to Cassandra. "I wouldn't even have to pretend I was sick. If I just call the office and tell the guys I need a day off they'll let me have it. They're always giving me a hard time because they don't think I take enough time for myself." She shook her head. "I can't help it, I like my job and besides staying at home by yourself gets lonely."

Cassandra nodded. "The boys in my office feel the same way. They're constantly trying to get me to take a vacation." She laughed. "Of course they're idea of a vacation for me involves them, a local hotel and several days of nonstop steamy sex.

Jennifer rolled her eyes. "Isn't that the truth. The lawyers I work for would all be very willing to spend several days with me holed up in a trashy motel on the outskirts of town." And then she started to laugh. “It doesn't sound too bad does it?”

Cassandra thought about this. After a moment she looked at her friend and asked, “How many of them would be there with you?”

Jennifer leered at her and said, “All five of them.”

Cassandra gasped. “Oh my! That does sound exciting.”

The girls were quiet for a moment. They were both obviously enjoying their little fantasy. Finally Cassandra took a deep breath and said, “Jen, I think we'd better get back to reality.”

Jennifer shook her head and reluctantly said, “Okay.”

Cassandra looked at her friend and said, "It's settled then, tomorrow we both call in sick, correct?"

Jennifer took a deep breath. "Yes, that sounds wonderful."

Cassandra turned to me. "Francis can you take tomorrow off?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm sorry I can't. I have to give two lectures tomorrow."

"When is your first lecture?"

"10:00."

"Are you really a college professor?" It was Jennifer.

I looked at her and slowly nodded. "Yes I am."

"Would it be okay if someday I came to one of your lectures and watched. I promise I'll be very quiet."

I smiled at her. "Of course it would be okay, but why are asking?"

"I've always wondered if I could go to college." She sighed. "High school wasn't very easy for me."

"Did you apply yourself in high school?"

"Not really, I was kind of a party girl."

"But now you're a legal secretary, correct?"

"Yes."

"And it sounds like your bosses think you're a good one, would you agree with that?"

Jennifer blushed. The pride in her voice was obvious when she answered. "That's what They tell me."

I grinned at her. "Jennifer, college is probably a whole lot easier than most of the work you have to do at your job."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

Suddenly Jennifer started to giggle.

Cassandra looked at her and asked, "What's so funny?"

"Francis is a college professor."

"Yes that's right."

"But he's also our slave and a little while ago we made him lick my asshole."

Cassandra burst out laughing. "Jen isn't this wonderful?"

Jen grinned at her and said, "Yes it is."

Cassandra turned to me. "Francis is it okay with you if we move some of Jennifer's clothes in here tomorrow?"

I was still focused Jennifer's comment about making me lick her asshole so Cassandra's question didn't register in my brain.

She waited for a moment, when I didn't respond she repeated herself. "Francis is it okay with you if we move some of Jennifer's clothes in here tomorrow". This time there was a definite edge to her voice. Cassandra wasn't used to being ignored.

Cassandra's voice brought me back to reality. "Yes, yes of course it is. In fact tomorrow morning I'll call Marge in the building management office and arrange for a third parking place."

I turned to Jennifer. "You do have a car, don't you?"

"I guess you could call it a car. It's an old beater that a mechanic friend of mine holds together with baling wire and duct tape." She laughed. "Fortunately he works on the barter system. I stop by his garage once a week and give him a blow job. In exchange he fixes the iron monster every time it breaks down."

"So you do need a parking place."

Jennifer laughed. "Yes, as long as I keep fixing Al so he'll keep fixing the iron monster."

"Doesn't he ever want more than a blow job?" Cassandra had a puzzled expression on her face.

Jennifer shook her head. "Nope, he's married and he has it all worked out. Every once in a while his wife gets paranoid and asks him if he's screwing around on her. He figures that as long as I just give him a blow job he can honestly tell her that he's not."

Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Men are such rudimentary thinkers."

"Hey, that's not fair!" I held my hands up in a gesture of mock protest. "I'm not a rudimentary thinker!"

Cassandra and Jennifer both stared at me and then they started laughing. After a moment Jennifer said, "Francis, we never suggested that you were?"

My face turned beet red when I realized the implication of their response and then I stared at the floor in total offense.

Both Cassandra and Jennifer noted my embarrassment, put their arms around my shoulders and held me. After a moment Jennifer whispered into ear; "Francis I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

I smiled at her. "You didn't hurt my feelings. I knew you were just teasing me. I'm embarrassed because I walked into your trap so easily."

Cassandra kissed my cheek and said, "Francis we weren't teasing you. We're just sorry the truth made you feel bad."

They both stared at me. I stared back at them for a moment and then I started laughing.

They both continued staring at me. Finally Cassandra said, "What's so funny?"

I grinned at both of them and said, "You just got me twice in a row."

I loved that! That is just the kind of subtle comment that always makes your stories so intense, so real. Just a little aside, a throw-away comment more or less, but one that really works to create such vivid characters and scenes. Amazing!

Just caught up again, the highlight of my week. Thanks!

Stormy,

Thanks

GH

Cassandra stood up. "All right, enough fooling around. Let's get back on task."

Jennifer slipped into the tub so she was kneeling next to me and grabbed my erect penis. As she started cutting my pubic hair off with the scissors she said, "Francis think about baseball or something so you won't cum. I have to hold your little dickie to protect it. You wouldn't want me to cut it off by mistake would you?"

I laughed and said, "No I certainly would not."

I closed my eyes and tried to silently recite the opening page of "A Tale of Two Cities". It was a successful strategy. It kept me distracted enough that I was able to avoid cumming while Jennifer held my penis. I will admit that it helped that she worked quickly.

Just as Jennifer was finishing cutting off the last of my pubic hair Cassandra slipped into the tub on the other side of me. She was holding a can of shaving cream and a safety razor. As soon as Jennifer was finished clipping me Cassandra splashed some water on my crotch, squirted some of the shaving cream onto her fingers and worked it into the stubble of pubic hair that still remained.

Once she'd worked up a good lather Cassandra started shaving me with the razor. While she was working I said, "The two of you promised to tell me about the wildest thing you've ever done. If I remember correctly it involved a poker party."

Jennifer smiled. "Oh yes, the night at Ricky Tyler's last month."

"Jen, I'm not certain we should tell adult stories like that to little boys like Francis."

"Cassie, you are so right. I don't know what's wrong with me, I guess I just wasn't thinking. That story might be a little too wild for our boy's ears."

I looked at both of them. "Hey, that's not fair; you promised."

Cassandra shook her head. "Now Francis, we're only thinking of your own good. We wouldn't want you to get too agitated. Some of the things Jen and I have done might be a little too shocking for your sheltered ears."

Jennifer nodded. There was an expression of mock seriousness on her face. "Yes Francis, sometimes the things that men and women do in private can be very difficult for innocent little boys like you to understand."

"Hey I'm not that innocent. I've done plenty of wild things in my life." I blurted it out and as soon as I said it I realized that I'd allowed Jennifer and Cassandra to goad me into saying it. I'd walked right into another trap.

Cassandra raised her eyebrows and said, "Really? Plenty of wild things? My my I had no idea that you were that worldly. Please tell us."

"Yes Francis, tell us." Jennifer was grinning. She knew they had me. "If you tell us about the wildest thing you've ever done we'll tell you all about the night at Ricky Tyler's poker party."

I was suddenly very nervous. The truth was, that at that moment I was doing by far the wildest thing I'd ever done in my entire life. The rest of my life had been incredibly dull. Sadly my foolish pride wouldn't allow me to admit that to these two women, so I was desperately searching my memory for a story I could tell them that was at least a little bit wild.

And then I remembered.

In retrospect I now realize that this particular story might not have been the best choice, but I was desperate and I wasn't exactly thinking clearly. Remember, at that moment I was sitting in a bathtub with two very attractive naked women and one of them was in the process of shaving off my pubic hair."

Jennifer stared at me. "Francis we're waiting."

Cassandra was quietly chuckling while she shaved me.

I took a deep breath and said, "My sisters used to dress me up as a girl."

Jennifer rolled her eyes. "How old were you, five?"

Cassandra shook her head. "Sorry Francis, dress up games you played as a little boy don't count."

"I wasn't a little boy, I was eighteen." I shouted it out.

Cassandra stopped shaving me and looked up. "How old were you?"

My face turned a deep shade of crimmister when I realized what I had just admitted to doing. Suddenly I was wishing that I'd kept my mouth shut and let them tease me about leading a dull life. But I knew it was too late. I was now committed. Once you say something like that you can't take it back. I quietly whispered, "I was eighteen."

Jennifer was staring at me. "With your sisters?"

I realized that this was about to take a very bad turn. I quickly said, "No, no; it was nothing like that. My sisters and I never did anything bad, they just enjoyed..."

"Dressing you up like a girl." Cassandra was smiling as she completed my sentence.

"When you were eighteen." Jennifer was also enjoying this.

Cassandra turned to her friend. "Jen honey, I think this little revelation is going to require a very thorough investigation."

Jennifer nodded. There was a wry smile on her face. "Yes, I certainly agree."

Cassandra set the razor down and splashed some water on my crotch. "But right now I think it's time for us to give Francis his present.” She leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Be a good boy and give me a bath. After you're done bathing me you can give Ms. Dalton a bath. As soon as were both clean and dried off, we'll give you your little surprise.”

GH, I do believe this is an early collaberation with Stormy. Teasing like that at the end of a post. Whatever next !

This continues to be a great piece GH. I sincerely hope that whatever is troubling you is passing or at least under control, and thank you so much for continuing with us all in spite of it.

Adding my thanks,

Good and bi

WOW.....I didn't check in for a while and just got 3 new sections to read......very very interested to see how the bathroom scene ends, nice and smooth so the girls can put their little slave in a device I hope, keep the little loved one focused on their needs?

As always GH beautifully teasingly written, thank you for your time

Mel x

GH, just managed to get caught up with this amazing story. As much as I loved all your other stories, this one has a different twist to it and it makes for great reading. Thanks for all your efforts in providing us with such great stories.

Hope all is well with you and that you're geting out to play lots of golf this summer.

TrF2

Peak

Yes I am teasing a bit; but what the hell, this is a serial.

Yes, the difficulties in my life are coming to an end and I'm starting to feel like writing again. Thank you and everyone else for your concern and understanding.

I'm not going to go into much detail about what happened in my life, but if you go back to an old uncompleted story of mine called "The End of the Party" I will tell you that it is mildly autobiographical.

Goodnbi

Thanks

Mel

No comment, I'm not divulging any secrets right now, but as always thank you for your kind words.

TrF2

Thanks and yes, I am getting to play a lot of golf. In fact yesterday I got paired up with a twosome (I love meeting new people on the golf course and while I do have a regular golf group, I make it a point to once or twice a week go out by myself and so I can get randomly placed with strangers.)

Yesterday I got paired with a young very athletic looking black man and an attractive woman who looked a great deal like Gianna Michaels. (those of you who follow my stories know that Gianna Michaels was my model for Janet in "The Party". If you don't know who she is look her up on one of the pornstar sites like Askjolene.com.

On the first green Tonya, that was the young woman's name, took off her golf glove to putt . I noticed she was wearing a wedding ring, so I casually asked them how long they'd been married.

There was this moment of awkward silence and then they both started to laugh and Tonya explained that she wasn't married to Deandre, he was her boyfriend.

I nodded and said, "My that's very progressive. Does your husband know about Deandre?"

Tonya smiled at me, "Of course he does."

I didn't say anything about my own history in this area other than to say that I was married. Tonya was very forthright and told me all about her lifestyle.

Deandre didn't say much, but he made a big point of frequently kissing Tonya and once he realized that I wasn't shocked or offended he frequently touched and fondled her, often in rather intimate places.

Needless to say, it was a very interesting game of golf. I did not make that up, it actually occurred and I think it might be the basis for a very nice short story.

All of you thank you for your kind comments and support

GH

And now back to "Cassandra and Francis"

Bathing a mature naked woman is one of the great rewards in a submissive cuckold's life. So many pleasures are reserved for our women's dominant male lovers, but not this one. Bathing our goddesses is one of the few delights reserved exclusively for us.

Washing Cassandra and Jennifer was incredibly exciting and I worked slowly so that I could fully enjoy the privilege they were granting me. Both women lay back in the tub and relaxed with their eyes closed while I bathed them. It was obvious that they enjoyed my gentle touch every bit as much as I enjoyed exploring the curves of their soft feminine bodies with the bath sponge

I bathed Cassandra first. As soon as I was done she left the tub and rinsed off in the shower while I washed Jennifer. Once I was finished giving Jennifer her bath she got out of the tub and took her turn in the shower. While she was rinsing off I quickly washed myself. After Jennifer was done in the shower I got out of the tub and also had a quick rinse. Once I was done I dried myself and joined the girls in the bedroom.

When I walked into the bedroom Cassandra and Jennifer were sitting on the bed. They were both naked. Neither of them acknowledged my presence, but I was quite certain that both of them heard me come into the room.

My lap top computer was between them on the bed. It was open and turned on. Cassandra was operating the mouse. "Jen, this is the cuckold web site that I was telling you about. Look, there are stories and pictures and the night before last Francis showed me some movies."

Jennifer looked at Cassandra. "Movies?"

"Yes, Francis showed me one where this guy was watching another man fuck his wife. The guy's wife let the other man cum inside her and after he pulled out and got off of her she wiggled her finger at her husband and made him come over and lick the man's semen out of her cunt."

Jennifer started laughing. "Bullcuckolds brownie! That was just something they faked for the movie. I don't believe you could get a guy to do that in real life."

Cassandra looked up at me and winked and then she smiled at her friend. "Francis licked Matt Conner's cum out of my cunt last night."

"No way!"

"Oh yes he did."

"You told me that you saw Matt last night. Where did you two do it? At his place?" Jennifer stopped and thought for a moment. "No Matt's married so you couldn't have done it at his place. Did you go to your place or did you do it in his car?"

"We did it right here on this bed."

"You brought Matt here last night? Where was Francis?"

"Yes, I brought Matt here. This is where I live. I plan to entertain lots of men in this apartment." Cassandra paused for a moment and then she added, "And no Francis wasn't here when Matt and I arrived, but he came home while we were in the bedroom."

Cassandra laughed. "Francis actually walked into the bedroom while I was giving Matt a blow job. Matt and I were both so involved in what we were doing that we didn't hear him come into the room. I guess it took a minute or two before we noticed that Francis was standing there. Matt got a little upset when he realized that he was watching us. He actually yelled at Francis and ordered him out of the room."

"What did Francis do?"

"Our Francis is a very obedient little boy. He left."

"He just left? He didn't say anything or do anything?"

Cassandra nodded. "That's right, he didn't say anything or do anything. He just left the room."

Jennifer looked up at me. "Is that right Francis?"

I shrugged, "Yes I guess it is."

"Where did you go?"

"To the kitchen."

"Once you got to the kitchen how did you feel about what happened?"

I thought about Jennifer's question for a moment and then I answered. I picked my words carefully. "At first I was angry." I smiled at both Cassandra and Jennifer. "In our culture boys are raised to be macho males. It's kind of hard to ignore all those years of conditioning."

They both smiled back at me. They understood exactly what I was talking about.

"I even thought about storming back into the bedroom and throwing Cassandra and Mr. Conners out of the apartment."

Cassandra stared at me. "Really?"

I slowly nodded.

Jennifer quietly asked, "What stopped you?"

I chuckled. "Experience."

"What do you mean?" It was Cassandra. She was still staring at me. I suddenly realized that she had no idea that my initial reaction had been anger.

I smiled at her for a moment. I wanted to put her at ease. "I remembered the night I walked in on my ex wife and her football coach boyfriend." I sighed. "I've spent so many nights since then lying awake wishing I'd taken a moment to calm down before I raced back into that bedroom."

"Is that what you did?"

I nodded. "Yes."

Jennifer put her arm around me and gently rubbed my back. "What made you change your mind? I mean after you calmed down."

"I realized that Cassandra hadn't been deceitful or dishonest. In fact, She'd warned me that she was going to do this." I paused for a moment and then I added. "And I remembered that I'd told her that I wanted her to do it." I laughed. "And then I started to get excited."

Jennifer reached over and grabbed my penis. The seriousness of the conversation had caused me to lose my erection. A soon as she touched me a little thrill rippled through my body and I could feel my cock start to grow again.

"What did you do after you started getting excited?"

I looked down at the floor. I was obviously ashamed.

Jennifer prodded me. "Francis, tell us."

I quietly answered. "I put a lasagna into the oven so we could have dinner after Mr. Conners left."

Jennifer shook her head. "That's not all you did, was it Francis?"

I closed my eyes and whispered, "No it wasn't."

"What else did you do?"

I took a deep breath and said, "I stood in the hallway outside the bedroom door and listened to the sounds of Mr. Conners fucking Cassandra."

When she heard this admission Cassandra smiled.

"How did listening to another man fucking the woman you're falling in love with make you feel?" Jennifer was being very persistent.

I answered honestly. "I was excited." I paused for a moment and then I added, "I was also envious."

Jennifer raised her eyebrows. "Envious?"

"Yes, Mr. Conners was getting to fuck Cassandra and the night before she'd made it very clear to me that I would never be allowed to fuck her."

Jennifer turned and looked at Cassandra.

Cassandra nodded and then she turned to me. "Yes, that is true, but what did I tell you last night after Matt left?"

"You told me that anytime I asked you, you would do anything for me that you do for your lovers."

Jennifer smiled at Cassandra and then she turned back to me. "Francis, I want to make the same promise to you. Anytime you ask me I will do anything for you that I do for my lovers. Do you understand?"

I nodded. "Yes, thank you; that makes me feel very good."

There was silence for a moment and then Jennifer asked. "Francis will it be okay with you if I entertain men in this apartment?"

I grinned at her. "Yes, in fact I'm looking forward to it."

Cassandra put her arm around me and kissed my cheek. "Francis, I'm already in love with you and Jen appears to be well on her way. Are you sure we won't hurt you if we entertain lovers in this apartment?"

I nodded. "Yes, I am absolutely certain." I paused and then I added, "As long as you both promise to love me."

Cassandra stared at me. "Will you promise to love us?"

I laughed and said, "With all my heart and soul."

Both Cassandra and Jennifer put their arms around me and hugged me.

Goodhusband,

this is indeed a very beautiful story, and it's moving me to tears. Maybe it's because I'm also in dire straits right now, permisterally and professionally, so it's good to pretend that Cinderella exists, that love is possible and true, and that it is possible for people in a couple of days to go from being complete strangers to actually trusting each other at the level your characters Cassandra, Jennifer and Francis already do.

I know it isn't true, though. I know people are just too weird, too complicated to fall in love so truly and sincerely -- and so fast -- as you make them do in your story. In real life, in most of the scenes you portray, people would actually do stupid and silly things that would be misinterpreted, and they would probably be a little bit afraid of each other ('and what if s/he is a psycho?'). It's in our culture, in our hearts, in our fears.

Maybe someday I would like to read a story that also has all those other human elements -- fear and trust and betrayal and different expectations and disappointments and loss and intentional and unintentional hurt. Because somehow we have to make sense of real life too. That's where we exist, with or without our cuckold fantasies.

But for now, I want to believe that Jennifer's shoes are as magical as Cinderella's, and that Cassandra's name is not an omen of future catastrophe, but simply a label for a wonderful human being who will never hurt -- or be hurt by -- Francis (or Jennifer). I want to believe that Francis is as strong as he seems to be, so that, if he has any issues at all, they will never be a threat to his relationship with Cassie and Jen.

Yes, I want to believe that. I guess I need to. It's like chicken soup for the (cuckold) soul. So please continue writing.

GH, thanks so much for those last two great chapters. Not much in the way of actual sex, but all the teasing and touching is wonderful, and the visual enjoyment Francis is receiving really appeals to the voyeur in me. Sometimes a little is better than a lot!

This story is strangely touching, kind of sexy, sweet, hot, romantic, and sad all at once. And you weave those threads together so well!

storm

Romantic, arousing and very entertaining. Thank you, gh. priss

asehpe

Thank you for your kind note. Please do not think that I interpreted your comments as criticism, I did not. You were in fact very complimentary. Your comments were however, thought provoking for me and I would like to further discuss them.

Yes, I write romantic cuckold fantasies, I enjoy it and I make no apologies for it.

My characters fall in love quickly partly out of literary license. I write cuckold stories and I do not believe that a man can be cuckolded by a woman who does not love him, nor can he be cuckolded by a woman he does not love.

I try to get through the falling in love part of the story as quickly as I can so I can get to the domination and cuckolding.

But there is more to it than that. There is also the question of what is love?

Sadly for many people today it seems to be nothing more than mutual physical attraction. I alluded to that when I described Jennifer's first marriage.

I believe that love is a combination of physical attraction, friendship, mutual need and mutual aspirations. I do not believe that each of us have only one permister we can fall in love with anymore than we can only have one good friend. We fall in love with a permister because we find them attractive, we find them engaging and interesting, we find them to be trustworthy and we have the need to fall in love at the time we meet them.

The friendship is the bond that eventually keeps people together. When you talk to couples who have been married for thirty years one of the constant comments is she or he is my best friend.

I think this belief is the heart of cuckolding. This is why we can allow our women to relax with other men. We know that sex and physical attraction is only one very shallow factor in the relationship between a man and a woman.

Anyway, I drone on.

asehpe, thank you for your kind note. You are correct. One of the primary goals when I write stories is to make people feel good. This is maybe even more true in this story than in other stories I have written.

My stories do have conflict. I suggest you read my stories, "Sandra and Stevie" "Roxanne and Willie" and "April's Story". You can find them here, but you will find them in a more polished form at Literotica.com. Just go to the loving wives section and look under "s" for Sandra and Stevie. Open one of the stories and click on my name. It will give you all of the stories I have posted there.

Those stories all contain a great deal of conflict, yet I think you will also find that they are about loving people who genuinely care about each other.

GH

P.S.

There will eventually be conflict in this story

Stormy,

We enjoy each other's writing. By the way, I still intend to respond to your comments about Literotica. I am glad to see you are still posting there.

GH

Priss

As always old friend, I thank you for your comments and ongoing support.

GH

And now more of "Cassandra and Francis"