Five Days In Florida

This is such a rare jewel among the many other stories on this (and other cuck) sites,
where offense (down to emotional destruction) is the main theme.

Here we find an underlying motif of respect, understanding and love, which is probably
the only way a real cuck relationship can work.

Thanks

Kraut

Mmmmmmm............ sounds like he really enjoyed his pie!


Thanks for another segment to your exciting story!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

GH, That was an awesome segment, so descriptive, I could almost taste Brandon's cum myself as I helped you lap it from Anne's cunt and off the sheet.

Thanks again.

Ajax.

GH, what a great story this is! I've been away (and missing it) for awhile now, but just had a chance to read several chapters at once and get caught up through 6/20 (your post #275) and wow! I had to stop there to catch my breath and drop you a note. That may have been the best pussy eating scene ever written, and I'm sure there have been several - possibly even a few I haven't read! HOT!!!

The good side of falling behind is the opportunity to read a big chunk of story all at once; the downside is not getting to comment along the way and say thanks, so I'll say it now - THANKS! It was an amazing and incredibly sexy read. My reamisters for being away are varied, but mostly it was just outside pressures and my own failure to take time to enjoy life - a mental illness, I think maybe. My vow to myself now is to stop that, and get back to trying to have a little fun once in awhile - or, to paraphrase an old saying: Sometimes you just have to stop and smell the pussy!

Again, my most sincere appreciation for you work. I look forward to reading onward!

Bump...

time for a bump

Very sexy GH, and as always such a great read! Now I find myself with mixed emotions; I'm glad you've paused because I'm now all caught up, but I'm also disappointed that there's not more to read! Some people are never happy, right?

Seriously, I hope all is well with you and that your recovery is progressing apace. I think about you often and wish you and Lisa only the best, and I fully understand about how outside pressures can keep us from doing the things we enjoy. As with all of your many fans, I will wait patiently until you are able to return, and welcome you with open arms when you do! Take care my friend.

storm

time for a bump

Thank you for the kind comments. I'm sorry that I haven't posted for awhile. Life has been very demanding.

GH

We held each other's gaze for a moment and then Anne winked at me and asked, "Sweet pea are you ready to assist me?"

Chuckling, I answered; "Yes Mistress Anne, I certainly am."

She rolled onto her stomach and looked back over her shoulder at me. "My lover wants to fuck my butt. Lick me, so that I'm nice and wet for him."

My entire body tingled with excitement as I pulled myself into position. Anne was playing the part of a fantasy cuckoldress perfectly. Unbelievably aroused, I pulled her cheeks apart and reverently pressed my lips against her puckered hole,

Anne giggled.

Brandon said; "Amazing, this is just fucking amazing. Everything about this afternoon is fucking amazing. I don't think I ever had this much fun in my entire life. You two have to be the most sexually adventurous people I’ve ever met."

Still giggling, Anne said; "It is fun and I could definitely spend an entire afternoon with Jamie's tongue in my ass, but not this afternoon. This afternoon we have something new to try and I can't wait."

"I'm ready." Brandon was grinning.

"Sweet pea."

I stopped licking Anne's asshole and sat up. "Yes Mistress Anne."

"Fetch the lube from my night stand."

"Yes Mistress Anne."

I went to our bedroom, picked up the bottle of sex lubricant and hurried back to the guest room. When I returned Anne and Brandon were locked in a passionate embrace. I waited, watching them kiss and fondle each other, my penis stirring inside my chastity cage. Apparently I wasn't only a submissive cuckold, I was also a voyeur.

After a minute Anne pulled away from Brandon and looked up at me. "You're back."

"Yes Mistress Anne, I am."

"Waiting and not disturbing us was the polite way to behave. You're becoming a very good servant."

"Thank you, I'm trying."

"And I appreciate your effort." And then rolling back onto her stomach, she said; "All right servant, prepare me, you know what to do."

Excited beyond belief, I pulled my wife's ass cheeks apart and dribred some of the lube onto her anus. After rubbing it around for a moment I added some more and then I pushed a finger into her.

She cooed, "That feels so good."

Brandon was watching us. I smiled at him. He smiled back at me.

Anne whispered, "More."

I added a few more drops of lube and pushed a second finger into her.

Gasping, Anne exclaimed; "Yes! That's right, that's what I want."

I fucked my wife's ass with two fingers. Trying to give her an opportunity to get used to the intrusion, I was slow and gentle. She relaxed. Soon her breathing was smooth and regular. It was clear that Anne was enjoying the sensations my fingers were creating and frankly, I was enjoying creating them.

I could have spent most of the afternoon doing this, but Brandon intervened. Tapping my shoulder, he said; "My turn."

Nodding, I pulled my fingers out of my wife's ass, handed him the lube and scooted back to the end of the bed.

Brandon dribred a few drops on two of his fingers and pushed them into Anne.

Realizing that it was her boyfriend, she giggled; "Umm, new fingers and larger too; how exciting. Got anything else for me big boy?"

"Are you certain you're ready?"

"Damn certain, just be sure to put some lube on that monster of yours before you try to stick it in."

Brandon got up on his knees behind my wife, his erect cock jutting out in front of him in an obscene upward arc. After dribbling a liberal amount of lube on the shaft and head of his erection he reached around Anne's waist and pulled her to him. At the same time he directed the oily head of his penis to her equally oily anus.

Still kneeling on the bed beside them, I watched, spellbound as he pushed his hips forward. He was trying to be very gentle.

Anne advised, "Push hard for a moment, the head will pop in, that's what Jamie had to do."

"Will it hurt?"

"I don't think so, I'm pretty greased up. It didn't hurt when Jamie did it."

"Okay, but tell me if it does hurt."

"Don't worry; you'll be the first to know."

Brandon's butt cheeks clenched, his hips moved forward and the head of his cock disappeared into Anne's ass.

Gasping, Anne said; "Okay, now don't move for a second or two. I need to catch my breath."

Brandon waited.

After a moment Anne said; "Good, now push your cock in. Go slow, I'll tell you if you need to stop.

I watched in awe as Brandon's cock slowly disappeared into my wife's rear. When nearly all of him was inside her, Anne said; "Okay, now start fucking me."

Brandon did. He was deliberately cautious, maybe to the point of being tentative. It was obvious that he was concerned about hurting Anne.

Soon both of them relaxed and they fell into a slow easy rhythm. I continued watching. I was excited. My cock pressed at the boundaries of my chastity cage.

Brandon increased the tempo, but not to the degree that he had when he was fucking Anne's cunt. It was clear that he was still concerned about hurting her. That observation made me like him even more.

Shifting her forward weight to one arm, Anne reached back between her legs with her freed hand and started massaging her engorged clit. Her breathing quickened. Brandon responded by moving even faster. Anne started to giggle and rubbed herself harder.

Suddenly she arched her back and cried out; "Oh yes! Oh lady fucking wonderful yes!" And then she started to shake as an orgasm exploded in her loins.

Brandon responded by pushing the full length of his cock into Anne's ass. He grunted one time and then he deposited his seed inside her.

Once her orgasm subsided, Anne collapsed on the bed. As she lay still, Brandon pulled his softening cock out of her ass and rolled to the side so that he was lying next to her.

For a minute they both lay perfectly still. Finally Anne sat up. Smiling at me, she said; "Cuckboy, we're done and it's time for you to get your reward.

Thinking that I understood what Anne was talking about, I nodded.

Anne shook her head. "No cuckboy, I'm not going to have you lick Brandon's cum out of my ass. You already licked his cum out of my cunt. That's enough cream pie for you today."

That is of course what I thought Anne had meant. Confused, I looked at her with a puzzled expression. She opened the drawer in the bedside table next to her and took out the key to my chastity cage.

Turning back to me, she said; "Come here Sweet pea; it's time to unlock your cute little penis."

I was suddenly apprehensive about what was taking place. I glanced at Brandon. He was watching intently. That made me even more nervous.

Anne repeated her command. "Sweet pea, come here so that I can unlock you."

Frozen to the bed, I didn't move. I'd gone tharn.

Understanding my plight, Anne explained her intentions. "Jamie, one of the reamisters the three of us are getting together is to act out your cuckold fantasies. We've come a long way today, let's finish it. I think Brandon has demonstrated that he can be trusted. We'll never have a better opportunity. It will be just like your stories. I know it's going to be humiliating for you, but it's also going to be exciting, unbelievably exciting." Her voice was soft and reassuring.

Next to her, Brandon asked; "What are you trying to get him to do?"

"I want him to masturbate for us."

"Anne, isn't that what got him so upset last Saturday?"

"Yes it is."

"Then why are you trying to make him do it now. We've had a wonderful time, isn't that enough?"

"No Brandon, it's not. All three of us need to learn that we are free to act out our most guarded fantasies with each other."

"Is this an essential part of Jamie's?"

"It's part of almost every story he writes."

“Jamie writes stories?"

"Lots of them."

"Sex stories?"

"Sex stories about cuckolding and dominant women."

"Wow."

"Don't be so surprised, he is an English professor."

"Well yes, but...I mean I had no idea. What does he do with them?"

"He posts them on the Internet."

"Do people read them?"

"Yes, he posts on several sites. His stories are really quite popular. Apparently cuckolding and sexual submissiveness are common fantasies."

Brandon looked at me. "Jamie, can I read some of your stories?"

Still nervous, I nodded my head.

Anne leaned forward. Brandon and I both watched in silence as she inserted the key in the tiny brass lock on my cock cage. She turned it. The lock snapped open. She slipped it out of the plastic pin that held the cage together, set it next to her on the bed and quickly removed the cage.

As soon as it was freed, my tiny cock sprang to attention. I was aroused, but I was also tense and unsettled.

"Jamie, I want you to hold your cock with your hand." While Anne's voice was soft and reassuring, it was also firm and commanding.

I obeyed.

"Very good, now I want you to stroke it for us. I want you to show my lover how a good cuckold gets to cum. I know it will be humiliating, but that's part of being a cuckold, isn't it."

I didn't answer, but I was slowly stroking my cock. Anne pushed me. "Jamie, I asked you a question. Answer me."

My wife was right, this was of course part of my fantasy and my arousal was quickly quelling my feelings of reticence. I took a deep breath and bit my lower lip.

Recognizing what was happening to me, Anne said; "Squeeze your cock for me Jamie, hold it tightly."

I followed her direction. The feeling of pleasure was immediate.

"That feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes." My answer was faint, barely a whisper, but it was an answer."

Smiling at my acquiescence, Anne said; "Cuckold's aren't allowed to fuck, are they?"

"No." I answered quickly. Both Anne and I were getting swept up in the thrill of the fantasy.

"What are they allowed to do?"

"Jack off."

"Just like little boys."

Embarrassed, humred and unbelievably aroused, I said; "Yes, like little boys."

"What do men get to do?" Anne was pushing me.

I was now vigorously pumping my cock. The combination of offense and sexual stimulation was creating an intense almost have like euphoria. So excited I could barely speak, I croaked out my answer. "They get to fuck."

"But little cuckolds like you only get to jack off."

"That's right."

"Would you like to cum?"

"Yes please."

"Brandon got to fuck me, but you'll have to use your hand."

"I know."

"Why does he get to fuck me, while all you get to do is jack off?"

"Because..." I hesitated.

"Tell us Sweet pea."

"Because Mr. Grey is your man and I'm your submissive little cuckold." I blurted out the words. My offense was total.

"You like being my submissive little cuckold, don't you Sweet pea."

"Yes."

"Very good Sweet pea; show us, show us how submissive little cuckolds get to cum. Jack off for us." And then flashing a malevolent smile, Anne added; "And because you've been such a good little cuckold I have a special reward for you."

I looked at her. "What is it?"

Still smiling, my wife lay back on the pillows and extended her feet. "You may cum on my toes, but understand that when you're done, you’ll be required to lick them clean."

Nodding, I eagerly answered; "Yes, Mistress Anne; of course."

I started pumping my cock even more vigorously. Anne was grinning. Brandon was watching in amazed silence.

Suddenly I felt the warm glow of preorgasmic pleasure spread through my loins. I kept pumping my cock. The glow grew into a wave of pure rapture. A spurt of semen burst from the tip of my tiny erection and landed on Anne's toes. Two lesser spurts followed quickly and then my ejaculation diminished to a dribble of cum.

Sitting up, Anne said; "Cuckboy, you made a mess on my feet."

Smiling at her I said; "Yes Mistress, I did."

"Clean it up."

I glanced at Brandon. He was watching intently. I hesitated.

Anne noticed and said; "Cuckboy, do as your told."

I understood what Anne was doing and I knew she was right. This was my opportunity to act out a scene that I'd fantasized about for years. Still sometimes fantasies can be scary when they turn into reality.

"Cuckboy." Anne prompted me again.

I had to do it. I wanted to do it. If I didn't do it I knew that I'd regret it for the rest of my life. Taking I deep breath I leaned forward and began licking my semen from my wife's toes.

Next to us, Brandon said; "Fuckin A."

Anne turned to him and said; "Hush! This is hard for him."

Brandon put his hands up, palms out in a gesture of compliance.

I kept licking my cum off of my wife’s toes. My offense was exceeded only by my arousal. I finished quickly, too quickly. I licked up the stray droplets of semen that had landed on the sheet.

"Very good cuckboy." Anne's voice was a gentle whisper.

I looked up at her. She was smiling. I smiled at her. We both understood that while difficult, this had been a magical moment.

"My lover and I are going to shower in the guest bathroom. You should shower in our bathroom. We'll get dressed and meet you in the den in twenty minutes."

Nodding, I got off the bed. As I was leaving, Brandon said; "Hey Jamie, I enjoyed that. You and Anne definitely know how to act out a sex fantasy."

I flashed him a quick smile and then I turned and left the guest bedroom.

Excellent, welcome back gh, I enjoyed that and have been waiting patiently,

Thanks again, I hope your recovery is continuing take care.

Ajax.

As ever GH, delightful & erotic. Always great to see your new posts.

GH,
I don't know why but those last two sections were so good, they almost seemed permisteral. I felt I was intruding a little on Jamie's private space. Well worth waiting for, and thanks for coming back to us. I know you must have been busy.

Just remember to give each other a bit of space now you can't escape any more!

GH, finally got the chance to comment. I agree with Peak on the intruding part.

Like always well worth the wait. Thank you for continuing to write. I really don't care if it's slow going as long as the stories keep coming.

GH,
It’s good to have you back. The new segments are greatly appreciated. Jamie has come a long way in short order. I look forward to additional chapters of your great story.

I hope you travels included hitting the little white ball straight and far.
JJ.

Great update yet again, you're a master teller, thanks for the ride

WOW..... could it be that GH and Jamie are one in the same??


Really enjoyed the updates to your story.

It's nice to see you back again and with the same high standard of erotica.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

All of you, thank you for your kind comments. As always, they are appreciated. I'm sorry that my posts have been so sporadic lately. Life has been very demanding.

Cuck4one

Jamie is much shorter than I am and if you look at the grammar mistakes that inundate my stories, especially my early stories; it is apparent that I was never an English Professor.

The character who most closely resembles me is Marion Poncely in "April's Story"

Everyone thank you again for your comments

GH

While I showered I thought about what had just happened and a feeling of shame began to worm its way into my consciousness. By the end of my shower I was cringing at the thought of what I'd just done. After that outrageous display of submissive masochism, I couldn't imagine ever facing Brandon Grey again.

I dried myself, dressed quickly and took refuge in the kitchen. I was just starting to unload the clean dishes from the dishwasher when I heard Anne and Brandon come out of the guest bedroom.

I froze. Seconds passed. They went into the den. Sighing with relief, I returned to unloading the dishwasher. At that moment I was hoping that I might be able to spend the rest of my life hiding in the kitchen.

That hope was both naive and short-lived. Anne called; "Jamie where are you?" I heard her footsteps as she crossed the living room and dining room and then she was standing in the kitchen doorway.

We stared at each other. After a moment Anne asked; "Jamie why are you in here? The games have already started. Kansas is playing Michigan State."

Now embarrassed on so many levels, I shrugged. That was all I could do.

Brandon appeared in the doorway behind Anne. My offense heightened.

Anne walked over and wrapped her arms around me. "Baby, what's the matter?"

I mumred. "I just want to be left alone."

"Sweetheart, are you upset about what just happened?"

"I'm kind of embarrassed about it."

"Honey, it's a game we play. You don't have anything to be embarrassed about."

"You really don't. It was just some good kinky fun." Brandon was smiling at me. It wasn't an arrogant, condescending smile; but rather warm and reassuring.

I looked at him and said, "I humiliated myself."

He shrugged."Yeah, so what? Did you enjoy it?"

I stared at him incredulously. Still smiling, he stared back at me. Our eyes locked for several seconds and then we both started to laugh.

Brandon pressed his question. "So, did you?"

Shaking my head, I said; "Yeah, I did."

Brandon walked over to me. Anne stepped back. He put his arm around my shoulder and said; "So did I. I don't think I've ever felt that sexually liberated in my entire life. I hope we can play that game again."

His words and his tone reassured me. Regaining my confidence, I grinned at him and said; "I'd like that."

Anne hooked her arms into each of our arms and said; "I'd like that too, but right now I want to watch basketball and take beer. Let's move this party to the den."

She led us out of the kitchen. In the living room we stopped, picked up one of the stuffed chairs and brought it into the den. We set it to the right of Anne's recliner. This was Brandon's chair. My recliner was on Anne's left. She was sitting between us.

It was a wonderful afternoon. We watched basketball, talked and laughed. When the afternoon games ended we sat at the kitchen table and ate a supper of lasagna, salad and garlic bread. Anne and Brandon set the table and helped me clean up afterwards.

Brandon stayed for the evening games. I brought out a bottle of single malt scotch. We sipped scotch, watched basketball and established the foundation for what was to become a close three-way friendship.

The last game ended at eleven o'clock. Anne gave Brandon a good night blow job while I straightened up the den and then we both walked him to his car.

Anne and I stood in the front yard holding hands while we watched Brandon drive away. As soon as his car turned the corner at the end of the block Anne said; "Come on Jamie, let's go inside. Sucking Brandon's cock got me hot and bothered. I want you to eat my pussy."

That was all the encouragement I needed. Laughing, we raced into the bedroom and tore off our clothes. Anne lay on the bed; I quickly crawled between her spread legs and began making passionate love to her cunt with my tongue.

After her second orgasm Anne pulled me up next to her. She kissed me hard on the lips and whispered in my ear; "Jamie that was wonderful. Would you like me to return the favor?"

I looked at my wife. "You mean suck my cock?"

She laughed. "Yes, that's exactly what I mean."

"I thought you decided that because I was your slave it was degrading for you to give me a blow job."

"Jamie, that's just part of our game."

"Have we stopped playing our game?"

"I thought you might like to take a short break from it?"

Filled with renewed confidence about my role as a submissive cuckold I Shook my head and said; "I don't think I do."

Raising her eyebrows in surprise, Anne said; "Really?"

In a bold tone that was rare for me, I answered; "Yes, really."

Anne stared at me. After a moment she said; "Jamie, earlier today you were reticent about admitting and acting out your fantasies. Now you're almost brash about them. What happened?"

"I thought about what you told me when you were trying to make me masturbate in front of you and Brandon."

"What did I say?"

"You told me that this was my opportunity to act out my deepest and most intense fantasies. Anne you were right. I may never get a chance like this again and I don't want to miss it."

Anne smiled and then slowly licking her lips, she said; "I can't begin to describe how much that excites me."

I nodded. "I think it's pretty exciting too."

Anne nuzzled my ear with her lips. "I would really like to do this, but I love you Jamie. In order for it to work for me I have to know that you understand that anytime you choose, I'll do anything with you that I do with Brandon. All you have to do is ask."

Chuckling, I flippantly replied, "Yeah, okay."

Anne's eyes flashed with anger. "Jamie, I'm being serious."

"I know you are." My tone of voice was now totally sincere. Any hint of levity was gone.

Her anger softened. "I love you Jamie. Denying you and torturing you will be fun, but it's also going to be difficult, very difficult."

"Whew! I'm relieved to hear that." The playfulness was back. I found it difficult to pass up an opportunity to tease Anne.

This time Anne rolled her eyes. "Be serious, I mean it."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist."

Anne grinned. I grinned back at her. She said; "I really am serious."

"I know you are; but I'm not worried, I trust you."

"Jamie, I love you. I don't think I can be happy doing things for another man that I won't do for you."

Still grinning, I said; "Don't worry, I promise that anytime you choose I'll do anything with you that you do with Brandon. All you have to do is ask."

Anne burst out laughing. I winked at her. She said; "Okay, you win; but tonight can I still give you a hand job?"

"I'd like that very much."

She did and it was a magnificent hand job. When Anne was finished we cuddled up under the covers. Together, our arms wrapped around each other, we fell arelax and enjoyed the contented dreams of two people who are passionately in love with each other.

Another great segment GH, I know us peter whackers would love an update everyday, however in any cuckold relationship denial is good for the soul! haha Seriously take care of yourself and enjoy writing and don't let anyone on this site pressure you into hurrying the next post. Loyal GH readers will still be here for you! Thanks....

GH,
Thanks. Again ....

Not very long, but to the point, another great segment by the master teller

Hi GH,

I can only echo the comments by Peak, Turnstone and Techcuck.

well done and take care.

Ajax.

Another fantastic chapter. Thank you GH and don't worry about the sporadic posting

Tech cuck

Peter whackers, I like that name. Maybe we could start a club and get jackets and tee shirts made up. Thanks for the comment and consideration.

Peak

As always, thanks

Turnstone

Not very long? My wife says the same thing. I guess that's why I'm a cuckold. Thanks for the comment.

Ajax

Thank you

Timmy

Also thanks and we both know that we write when we have the time and the muse is with us.

All of you

Thank you again

GH

After that day Anne, Brandon and I fell into a routine, a wonderful routine. Brandon spent one or two weekday evenings with us and every Saturday afternoon and night. His visits always began with a session of hot sex with my wife which I was usually allowed to watch and ended with some pleasant socializing between the three of us. Brandon and I actually became good friends. We even played several rounds of golf together.

The fantasy sex was unbelievable. As we got to know each other all three of us became increasingly comfortable with our designated roles. Brandon learned to be great bull. Anne turned into an outstanding cuckoldress for me and a libidinous slut for her stud. I managed to overcome my inhibitions and became a simpering, submissive cuckold wimp. We had fun, amazing fun.

Brandon eagerly read all of my stories. He and Anne both enjoyed them and on a number of occasions the three of us discussed them well into the wee hours of the morning.

That first summer we actually co-wrote a story together and posted it on two Internet websites under my pen name. It was about a man who discovers his wife having sex with another man in an upstairs bedroom during a neighborhood party. They go home and talk. He admits to having cuckold fantasies. She confesses to cheating on him the entire time they'd been married and then reveals that she has a steady boyfriend. Of course the boyfriend had to come to dinner and the submissive cuckold husband was required to prepare and serve that dinner.

We tried to collaborate on several longer stories, but Anne and Brandon's demanding work schedule made it difficult for them to find time to write. Eventually I wrote a story about a man who discovers that his wife was working as a high class call girl for a group of very wealthy businessmen. When they had time, Anne and Brandon read and critiqued the drafts for that story and made plot suggestions.

Anne did continue to feel guilty about denying me pleasures that she freely shared with Brandon, so we had to work out a compromise. Once a month we had a husband and wife night. On those nights we were equals. We prepared and ate our dinner together and after dinner we retired to the bedroom where nothing was off limits. I have to admit that those evenings were incredible.

During that time life for the three of us seemed to be nearly perfect. We had become a happy trio, each of us content with our designated role. I couldn't imagine why we would ever do anything that would change what we had.

Of course life is an ever changing process. Things rarely remain the same for very long. That turned out to be true for the relationship that Anne, Brandon and I shared.

While the change actually occurred in mid-September, seventeen months after that first Saturday Brandon came to our house; the first premonition of the change came three months earlier in the middle of June.

I was in my office at Kelroy College. The spring semester had been over for three weeks. I was preparing for a class on early American literature that I was going to teach during the upcoming summer session. My telephone rang. I picked it up. "Hello, Jamie Walsh." I've never been a fan of titles. Even at the college I rarely referred to myself as Dr. or Professor Walsh.

"Hi Sweet pea."

I smiled it was Anne. "Hi Mistress Anne." Over time those two names had gradually become terms of endearment for us. "How is your day going?"

"It could be better; a few snags have come up in the Thornberry Electronics acquisition."

"Are you going to be able to resolve them?"

"I think so, but I suspect I won't get home until after ten tonight."

"Do you want me to hold dinner for you?"

"No we'll send out for sandwiches, but when I do get home I'd love to have a glass of wine and a foot massage."

"I'll be ready and waiting."

"Jamie, I need to talk to you about something."

"What is it?"

"I just got a notice about a CLE symposium on contract law that's being put on at a resort on Cape Cod."

CLE means continuing Legal Education. In order to maintain their licenses to practice law, attorneys are required to regularly attend classes related to their field. In order to attract participants the classes are often held in popular vacation areas.

"Is it going to be a good conference?"

"Yes, some of the top names in the country are going to be presenting."

"Sounds good, we should go."

"Jamie, there's a problem."

"What is it?"

"It's being put on in mid-September."

"I see, right after the start of the fall semester at Kelroy."

"That's right." Anne paused for a moment and then she said; "I'm sorry Jamie. I wish they were putting it on in August after your summer session is over."

"But they're not."

"No they aren't."

"I gather that you still want to go."

"Jamie, it looks like it's going to be a really good conference,"

"And I'm sure Cape Cod is beautiful in September. Anne you should go. We're adults, there isn't any reamister you can't go to a conference without me."

"I'd rather go with you."

"I know you would, but that's not possible so you should go without me."

"Jamie, there's something else."

"What is it?"

"Brandon wants to go too."

There was a moment of silence. Finally Anne said; "Jamie you know that were both contract negotiators. He's just as interested in the conference as I am."

"I know Anne. He should go and the two of you should go together. Are you going to share a room with him?"

"Would that be all right with you?"

Chuckling, I asked; "Are you going to relax together?"

"I ummm, well if we share a room I kind of thought we would." Anne had never spent a full night with one of her lovers and she was clearly nervous about how I was going to react to this plan.

"Anne relax, I was just playing with you. Brandon is a good friend and your boyfriend. Yes you should share a room with him and yes you should also share a bed. Just promise me that there won't be any hanky panky."

Anne started giggling. "Sweet pea, I guarantee you that there is going to be lots of hanky panky."

"Lots?"

"Yes, lots."

"Are you going to suck his cock?"

"Every chance I get and I'm going to let him fuck me too."

Feigning alarm, I exclaimed; "No not that! Tell me it's not true!"

Laughing, Anne said; "Oh it is true cuckboy. We're going to be having so much sex that we might not even make it to the conference."

Also laughing, I said; "Ahha! Finally the truth comes out. This is just an excuse for a week of unbridled lust and debauchery."

"No silly, of course that isn't true. If we just wanted a week of unbridled lust and debauchery we'd stay home and make you wait on us for the entire time."

"Yeah, I guess that's right. Anne this sounds like it's going to be a nice working vacation for the two of you. You should go and have a good time."

"I wish you could go with us Jamie."

"I wish I could too, but I can't so the two of you should go without me, treat it as a vacation and enjoy every minute ."

"Jamie, thank you."

"You're welcome Anne."

"Jamie, I'd better get back to work or I'll never get home tonight."

"All right, I'll have a glass of wine and a foot massage waiting for you when you do get home."

"I love you Jamie."

"I love you too Anne. I'll see you tonight."

"Bye Jamie."

"Bye Anne."

She hung up. I set my telephone back on its cradle, sat back in my chair and thought about our conversation. Should I be worried? Maybe, but what good would it do? My wife was a very independent woman. I was quite certain that attempting to set limits on her would only push her closer to Brandon. No I needed to take her at her word and trust that she loves me. If she doesn't, well that would be a horribly painful reality, but one that I have little control over.

I took a deep breath and tried to go back to organizing my summer school class.

GH,
It is a great story, told by a master! I don't know if Jamie should be worried, but I am. I know I am not suppose to get ahead of the writer, but. I truly enjoy your stories and look forward to each addition.
Just a note of pure appreciation!
JJ.

Excellent additions GH, first some of the pain, offense, uncertainty and angst that is unavoidably a part of any cuckold's life, then the emotions and friendships that make your stories so uniquely yours, and now a hook - one that sends up red flags for me, even if it doesn't yet for Jamie. Just great writing!

I see others have mentioned it, but parts of this story do seem oddly autobiographical. On the other hand, I've seen in your responses and elsewhere in the recent additions that your sense of humor (which understandably seemed to go into hibernation a bit when you were not well) seems to have returned in full power. It's really good to see that, I'll take it as a sign that you're feeling better - not to mention that the humor brightens the day for all of us. I think that maybe the way you're toying with us on Jamie's life story is another positive sign in that regard. But whatever - mostly just welcome back - and, as always, thanks for writing!

GH,
I suspect no one is anywhere near ahead of the writer at this point. If so, I'm glad. On a number of fronts too.
Congratulations by the way, not only for another excellent section, so full of emotion, but for the fact that you successfully skipped 17 (well, 14) months in a single paragraph without losing anything of the plot. Sometimes we just don't need all the dots joining, or maybe you don't in this story. As Stormy intimates, that could of course be because you already know all the dots ...

You know between the two of us, I reckon we could get a good conspiracy story going ... (your turn Stormy)

Thanks again my friend, always worth reading.