Five Days In Florida

GH,

WOW - Just great. Looks like things are easing up for you. But like I said earlier. We'll be here.

It's so great to see you writing again GH. You certainly were missed. I just got caught up again, unfortunately, work once again, has gotten in the way of my other activities, such as keeping up with your stories.

Take care,

TrF2

Nice job with the fast forward button.

It's looking like you took us to the edge of the clif again.......with all our toes hanging in anticipation of what will happen next.

It's good to see you back! Thanks again for sharing your story.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Wow , I just caught up with this one . I love to be on the edge . LOL

Storm

It's nice to hear from you. I hope all is well in your life. Thanks for the kind comments. I think Lisa would suggest that if I didn't have a sense of humor I wouldn't have any sense at all.

Peak

Where does fact end and fiction begin? Sometimes the line comes quickly and sometimes not so quickly. I think when they create a story most writers draw on both their life experiences and their imagination. I've never known anyone who made six million dollars in the stockmarket in one day and I've never known anyone who's wife worked as a corporate call girl for a group of billionaire investors, but I did coach basketball. You have been my principle supporter, critic and friend through all of my stories so to you that last comment may actually make sense.

Making time jumps is a problem for me. Storm has the same problem. As writers we learn early on that the devil is in the detail, but of course that can be a pitfall. Transitions become difficult and ending scenes become difficult. The last few paragraphs in the segment I'm about to post took more time to write than the rest of the segment.

Anyway thanks, I always look forward to reading your comments.

Timmy

Thank you, but quit reading my story and get busy. I'm dying to know what's happening to Clarissa and the gang.

TrF2

Damned work, it really does get in the way of life. I think the idle rich have it figured out. Thanks for the comment.

Cuck4one

Thanks, this story really does have a plot. I'm just now getting to it.

Lick buddy

As always thanks for the comment. I'll try to keep you on the edge.


Gentlemen

Thank you again for your comments

GH

The summer passed quickly. Their respective law firms were keeping both Anne and Brandon busy and I had a class on Early American Literature to teach.

Even with our demanding schedules Brandon was still able to come over at least one evening a week and every Saturday. All three of us enjoyed our little soirees and we worked hard to preserve the necessary time for them.

While the three of us were seeing each other regularly, the upcoming trip to Cape Cod was rarely discussed. It wasn't because Anne and Brandon were nervous that I was upset about their plans to share a room during the trip. I wasn’t and I made sure that they understood that. No, the reamister the trip wasn't a frequent topic of discussion was that I wasn’t going to be able to join them; I had to stay at home. We all knew that it was going to be a fun week and both Anne and Brandon felt bad that I couldn’t go with them.

The fall semester at Kelroy started the Tuesday following Labor Day. Labor Day is an American holiday celebrated on the first Monday in September. In the United States Memorial Day is celebrated on the last Monday in May and marks the beginning of summer. Labor Day marks its end.

The opening week of a college semester is a hectic ordeal. Students are madly trying to get into the classes they need for graduation, faculty members are trying to negotiate the final details of schedule and space and the college administration, in an effort to keep everything organized, is demanding a seemingly unending list of written reports. Amidst all of this chaos, we still have to teach our classes.

At the same time, Anne and Brandon were frantically working to tie up all the loose ends of their current projects so they could be gone the following week.

We were three very busy people, but we did manage to get together Wednesday evening. We relaxed and had fun. Anne sucked Brandon's cock while I read them a story from one of our favorite erotic web sites. After that we had a pizza delivered and watched a porn movie while we ate. Once we were finished Brandon and Anne retired to the bedroom to fuck while I cleaned up the kitchen. As soon as my chores were finished I joined them.

When I walked into their bedroom (The guest bedroom was now their bedroom) Brandon was on top of Anne fucking her. Immediately mesmerized, I stood in the doorway and watched.

After a moment Anne patted Brandon's thigh and said; "Baby, wait a second." Brandon stopped fucking my wife, but he left the full length of his large cock buried in her cunt.

Half sitting up, Anne said to me; "Cuckboy take your clothes off."

I quickly stripped.

Anne smiled. "Good, now get down on your hands and knees and crawl over to the bed."

Brandon chuckled, "I love it when you make him crawl." As I mentioned earlier, the three of us had grown comfortable with our roles. When we played, Brandon had become very adept at adopting the permistera of a callous bull. In his defense, I have to say that he also had the ability to morph back into a warm, considerate friend as soon as the game was over.

I dropped to my knees and crawled over to the bed. My confined penis was pressing against the walls of my cock cage.

Brandon was still on top of my wife, the full length of his erection buried in her sopping cunt. Anne extended her foot and wiggled her toes. "Be a good little boy and kiss my feet while my stud fucks me."

So excited that I felt like I was about to burst, I picked up Anne's foot, cradled it in my hands and eagerly began kissing and licking each of her toes.

Anne looked up at Brandon and said; "Fuck me stud! Fuck me hard! Fuck me while my little wimp husband makes love to my foot."

Laughing, Brandon said; "I'm happy to oblige" And then he started pumping his cock in and out of Anne's cunt.

I continued kissing and licking my wife's toes. Out of corner of my eye I could see Brandon's hairy rear end rhythmically moving up and down as he fucked my wife.

Anne was moaning and shrieking. "Brandon honey, I adore your big cock! I love it! Don't ever stop fucking me!"

Inflamed by my wife's words, Brandon started fucking her even more vigorously.

Suddenly Anne wrenched her foot out of my hands, shoved it rudely into my face and pushed me away. "Enough, my lover is fucking me and you're bothering us."

Laughing, Brandon said; "That's right baby, put the little pussy in his place and get him out of my way."

Now before you start thinking that Brandon and Anne had turned into complete assholes let me explain. That was a rehearsed move. Nobody in their right mind really wants to be used, but if you're a submissive masochist or a dominant sadist, it can be fun to play around with it just a little bit. Anne and I frequently have evenings where we experiment with dominant submissive games. We love to explore each other's limits and try new kinks.

Anne came up with that last move one evening while she was driving home from her office. She told me about it while I was serving her dinner and after I was finished cleaning the kitchen we went straight to the bedroom and worked it out. It did take a little practice. At first both of us were worried that I might actually get kicked in the face, especially if Anne was sexually aroused. It required a number of repetitions before Anne began to feel comfortable about shoving her foot in my face with a little bit of power.

The first time we did it with Brandon neither of us warned him that it was going to happen. When Anne shoved her foot in my face I did a rather convincing flop to the floor and Brandon flipped out. Obviously, he was fucking Anne at the time. He stopped, rolled off of her, sat up and exclaimed incredulously that she'd just kicked me in the face. Then he looked at me and asked if I was all right.

Of course Anne and I were both laughing. Brandon's a bright guy so he immediately caught on to what had just happened. After a brief moment of chagrin about getting fooled, he started laughing too. He did however, make us take a break and tell him about how we'd planned our little charade. Right away, he was fascinated by the idea that we actually discussed and planned some of the kinky games we played.

It turned out that learning that he could plan some things in advance with us was an important step for Brandon. Being able to clear it with me in advance made it much easier for him to tease and taunt me while I was watching him fuck my wife.

That night Brandon ignored me and kept fucking Anne while I lay sprawled on the floor humiliated. Even though it was rehearsed it was still incredibly exciting for all three of us. Shortly after shoving me to the floor Anne had an orgasm. While she was cumming Brandon grunted, pushed the full length of his cock deep into her cunt and ejaculated.

After Brandon collapsed on top of my wife I rose to my knees and waited patiently. Once they'd both had a chance to recover from their orgasms Brandon rolled off of Anne, sat up and looked at me. While he looked at me he spread Anne's legs even wider apart. A trickle of his fresh semen was leaking from the base of her cunt.

Smiling, he said; "Come here wimp. I left a little treat for you."

Before he learned that it was okay to discuss our kinky games in advance, Brandon could never have said those words to me. He's basically a nice guy and he feels much more confident if he has my consent before he taunts and teases me.

As I climbed back onto the bed he added; "I sure do enjoy fucking your wife."

Anne laughed. "She loves it too."

Feeling deliciously humiliated, I crawled between my wife's legs and started licking the trickle of her lover's fresh cum from her cunt.

Next to me Brandon chuckled and said, "Eat hearty pussy boy, there's lots more where that came from." Again, Brandon could never have taunted me like that without having first established that it was part of the game we played.

After allowing me to lick her cum filled pussy for maybe thirty seconds Anne sat up, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head up and away from her cunt. "That was very good Sweet pea. You've served me well this evening. It's time for your reward. Would you like to cum?"

"Yes please Mistress Anne."

Letting go of my hair, Anne said; "Sit up on the bed." She turned, opened the drawer on her night table, took out the key to my chastity cage and moved so that she was sitting next to me. After freeing my confined penis she leaned over, kissed my cheek and asked; "Would you like me to do it for you tonight?"

Excited, I nodded vigorously and said; "Very much." Of course Anne jacked me off all the time, but rarely when Brandon was present

"I thought you'd like that. Lie down; I want to sit on your face so you can lick the rest of Mr. Grey's cum out of my cunt while I masturbate you."

Now I understood. Anne had become an accomplished and creative dominant. Even her rewards carried an element of offense. Of course she also loved and understood me. She knew exactly how exciting this would be for me.

I eagerly lay down on my back. My tiny erection was sticking straight up. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Brandon watching. He was remaining silent. He knew that now his only role was to observe.

Anne straddled my chest and pushed herself back. I watched, breathless with anticipation, as she lowered her recently fucked cunt to my face. I kissed her. She was wet, very wet. Gravity was causing more of Brandon's semen to drain from her. I licked and swallowed.

Anne started to rock back and forth on my face. At the same time I felt her take hold of my cock. At first she just held it, but then she began to squeeze it and then she started stroking me.

Licking my wife's recently fucked cunt while she jacked me off was cuckold heaven. Unbelievably aroused, I licked her even more vigorously. I pushed my tongue deep into her seeking more of her lover's cum. Anne squealed with delight.

Next to us Brandon said; "Damn, this may be the hottest scene I've ever witnessed."

Now all I wanted to do was please Anne. I found her engorged clitoris, sucked it into my mouth and started flicking it with my tongue.

Anne shrieked. "Damn you Jamie! You're supposed to be cleaning me."

I stopped tonguing her clit.

She cried out; "No, don't stop! Please don't stop!"

I started sucking and flicking Anne's clit again. She responded by mashing her dripping sex into my nose and mouth. At the same time she squeezed, twisted and pulled on my erect cock like it was a joy stick controlling a carnival thrill ride.

Suddenly my wife arched her back and screamed. At that same time I felt the pressure building in my loins and then there was an explosion of pure ecstasy as a spurt of semen erupted from the tip of my penis.

Anne kept pumping my cock, but I stopped licking her clit. Instead I passionately kissed the cleft of her pussy. That was what she liked while she was cumming. It also allowed me to express my love and subservience while I was cumming.

Once our orgasms subsided Anne rolled off of me. She sat up and looked down at her stomach. There was a large glop of my semen just below her belly button. When I came Anne had been twisting my cock. I must have been aimed at her. Shaking her head, she said; "Damn, I am just covered with cum."

I sat up and started to apologize. "I ah, I'm sorry..."

Anne laughed. "No Jamie, I love it. My pussy is filled with Brandon's cum and I'm covered with yours. I can't imagine a better way to end a wonderful evening." And then she turned and looked at Brandon. Her eyes immediately dropped to his cock. It was sticking straight out. Giggling, she said; "Oh my, maybe the evening isn't quite over. Somebody seems to be ready for action again. Hey big boy, how about if I take care of that with another blow job?"

Brandon smiled.

My wife slid over to him, took his big cock in her mouth and started sucking him. I've mentioned before that Anne is extremely s*******ed at giving head. She can drag a blow job out for an hour, but if she chooses she can also make a guy cum in a minute or two. It was week night and getting late, so she gave Brandon the quickie version. Usually she lets him cum in her mouth, but this time as she was feeling him approaching the brink she took his cock out of her mouth and finished him with her hand. When he ejaculated he shot his cum all over Anne's large breasts.

I assumed that she'd done this so that she could make me lick Brandon's fresh cum off of her breasts; but when I moved over to her she stopped me. "No Jamie honey, that would be fun but it's getting late and we all have big days tomorrow. If you start licking me I'll get all hot and bothered and before either of us realize what's happening you'll be going down on me again and you know what happens to you when you start giving me head."

I grinned and nodded my head. Anne was right.

"And watching you eat my cunt will get Mad Dog over there going again and if he gets another erection I don't think I'll be able to resist the opportunity for one more really good fuck. If that happens you know damn well that I’ll make you eat another cream pie and when you're done I'll have to jack you off again and then we’ll be right back where we started."

All three of us were laughing.

Anne stood up. "I just got a cum shower from my two favorite men. I think this might be the perfect time to end the evening." She extended her hand to Brandon. "Come on lover, let’s go take a shower and then we can have a quick night cap with Jamie before you go home."

Brandon took Anne's hand. As she pulled him to his feet she said to me; "Jamie we'll meet you in the living room in fifteen minutes."

The three of us showered quickly, Brandon and Anne in the guest bathroom and me in the master bathroom. I don't think Anne would have minded if all three of us showered together, but for both Brandon and me that seemed like a clear step over the line, a line neither of us wanted to cross.

After we finished showering we met in the living room. I poured three glasses of single malt scotch and we spent a few minutes chatting and sipping our takes and then Brandon left. Anne walked him to his car while I tidied up the kitchen. As soon as she came back into the house we brushed our teeth, took off our clothes and cuddled up together in bed.

Just as I was about to close my eyes Anne said; "Jamie."

"Yes?"

She sat up and looked at me. "Does it bother you that I'll be relaxing with Brandon while were in Cape Cod next week?"

I thought for a moment and then I answered. "I don't think so, should it?"

Anne shook her head. "No, it shouldn't and I'm glad it doesn't. It's just that since we started dating I haven't slept with anyone but you. I don't want you to be jealous while I'm gone."

"Do you love me Anne?"

"Very much."

"Are you going to leave me for Brandon?"

Anne laughed, "No, never."

"Then I don't have any reamister to be jealous."

"No you don't." Anne stared into my eyes for a moment and the she smiled at me, kissed me on the lips and said; "Good night Jamie."

I smiled back at her and said, "Good night Anne." And then I put my arm around her. She cuddled up to me and laid her head on my shoulder. Seconds later we were both sound arelax.

Simply....BRAVO

GH,
Not ahead, not worried. Again.

Yet again, the man that can't write cuckold sex scenes pulls another gem out of the bag. Methinks the bard was trying to pull the wool ... The clarity of this story is pin sharp again. I suspect you may be editing it a bit before you post it, but it is still so fresh too. Be interesting to see how Jamie handles the dynamic of actually relaxing alone when Anne goes away. The angst at night will be new for him ..

Well done, Coach.

GH, as you well know reading a segment does not take all that much time but writing does. At the moment it is hard for me to block out a couple of hours without interruption.

Having said that another outstanding HOT segment. Thank you continuing to share your talent.

Another great segment GH, thank you very much.

Rover68uk

Thanks

Peak

Passing the time while your wife is in the arms of another man is definitely one of the challenges faced by cuckolds. I suspect that Jamie will have some relaxless nights.

Timmy

I apologize. My comment was a clumsy attempt to both tease you and compliment your writing. I know very well how much effort writing requires and I also understand that at times the demands of real life usurp the time we might ordinarily spend writing. I am enjoying your story and when you have the time I look forward to reading more episodes.

subchard

As always, thank you

Gentlemen, again I thank you for your comments and support.

GH

Magical. Thanks

GH, no apologies needed. I overreacted. Had a really crappy day.

Another truly great segment and now the suspense...

This is a very HOT story about some very likable people, and that was a superb sex scene between the three of them - and this from a guy who claims to struggle with the sex scenes! You hide it well!

Really enjoyed Jamie and Anne fantasizing together about future vacation possibilities. So often it is just the simple fantasy or discussion of some new adventure that gets the libido charged up and the ball rolling toward some fun in real-time. We're basically simple creatures when it comes to sex, but like you've said in the past, the mind is the greatest sex organ of all!

Thanks for entertaining us!

Hi GH,

Great stuff once again, I have had no internet for 5 days and was suffering serious withdrawal symptoms so it was lovely to come back to these latest segments.

Thanks Ajax.

time for a bump

Another bump - can't let it slide too far if we want GH to be able to find it when he's ready to return!

Everyone, thank you for the comments. they are appreciated. I'm sorry my posts are so infrequent lately. The demands or real life are leaving me very little time to write.

GH

I went into my closet, took the two remaining boxes out of the shopping bag, brought them over to the bed and set them next to Anne.

She looked at them. "They're gift wrapped."

"Yes, they're presents to take on your vacation."

"Which one should I open first?"

"I don't think it matters."

Anne picked up the box closest to her. "I'll start with this one." She carefully removed the ribbon and the wrapping paper, opened the box, looked inside and started giggling. "Jamie, this is so sexy."

She took out a very short babydoll nightie and held it up. It was pink and had alternating satin and lace panels. The satin panels were a pink floral print while the lace panels were nearly transparent. The nightie was salaciously low cut with a high empire waist that would accentuate Anne's large breasts.

"Do you think Brandon will like it?"

"Like it? When he sees me in this he's going to turn into a savage beast."

"Is that good?"

Anne laughed. "Hell yes!"

"Open the other one."

"Okay."

Anne was excited. She tore the ribbon and paper off of this package and quickly opened the box. Looking inside, she said; "Oh my."

She took out another babydoll nightie and held it up. It was every bit as short as the first one, just as low cut and also had an empire waist. This one was made of white lace. The low cut top was tightly woven and would just barely conceal Anne's breasts. The skirt was a sheer mesh lace. It was nearly transparent and would leave nothing to the imagination.


"Jamie, this is just as beautiful as the first one."

"I'm glad you like them."

"I love them. Would you like me to model them for you?"

"I don't think it would be appropriate for your permisteral servant James to see you wearing something like that."

"My permisteral servant James sees me naked."

"That's only so that he can bathe you and serve you in your boudoir. Sexy nighties like these are worn for seduction. They should be reserved exclusively for your lover. When you're with your permisteral servant night dresses like the one you're wearing now are much more appropriate."

Anne gasped and said; "Jamie, I can't begin to describe how wicked that makes me feel."

I smiled. "I was hoping that would be your reaction."

Anne stared at me. After a moment she said; "I'm hungry, so I'd like my dinner and after dinner I have to pack for my trip, but when that's finished I would very much like to continue this conversation.

"I'd like that too."

Anne sat at the dining room table and ate her dinner while I stood nearby and responded to her every beck and call. Since we were going to be separated for a week I'm certain that there are those who wonder why I didn't join her at the table. Of course it was the game we were playing, but the truth is I did for all practical purposes join her. While she ate we carried on a lively conversation about our just completed work days, her trip and my plans for the upcoming week. I did grab a bite to eat during quick trips to the kitchen, but I really wasn't all that concerned about food. I had the entire next week to create dinners for myself.

After dinner we moved back to the bedroom to pack Anne's suitcase. It was actually quite fun. Anne treated me almost like a girlfriend. She would hold up a dress and ask me how I thought Brandon might like it or where she might be able to wear it. She had me select all of the lingerie she was going to bring with her. Of course we had to coordinate my selections with the dresses and blouses she chose. She didn't want to end up having to wear a bright red brassiere under a pale yellow blouse.

It was the middle of September, but Anne was hoping that they'd still be able to use the outdoor pool so she'd bought a new bathing suit for the trip. It wasn't a thong, this was a professional conference; but it was an extremely sexy bikini. I told her that if she wore it she would certainly turn some heads. That made her smile, but it also instigated a discussion about whether or not the suit was too daring. I finally managed to convince her that it wasn't.

Once we finished packing her suitcase Anne sat down on the bed. "James I'd like another glass of wine."

"Yes of course Ms. Royce. I'll get it right away. Would you like me to bring it to the living room or the den?"

"Bring it here James, I'm going to stay in the bedroom."

"Yes Ms. Royce, of course."

"And James."

"Yes?"

"Bring one for yourself too."

I stopped and looked at Anne. She was smiling at me. I smiled back and said; "Thank you Ms. Royce, I'd enjoy that."

When I returned Anne was still sitting on the edge of the bed, but now her leg was crossed, the long skirt of her night dress was pulled up well above her knee and one of her high heeled, open toed marabou slippers dangled seductively from the end of her scarlet painted toes.

As soon as I saw Anne I stopped. Entranced by her sensuality I stared.

She looked at me. Our eyes met. She smiled, it was a warm loving smile, but it quickly disappeared. Her expression shifted to a look of stern admonishment and she said; "It's not polite to stare."

Nervous, I stammered; "I ah...Yes, I'm sorry Ms. Royce."

"Are you James? Are you sorry?"

"Yes Ms. Royce, I am."

"You're going to have to convince me of that James."

Unsure about how I should respond, I looked at Anne.

"Are you staring again?"

"No Ms. Royce, I'm not. I just don't understand what you want me to do."

"Do you want to make amends for your breach of etiquette?"

"Yes, of course; I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

"Yes Ms. Royce, anything."

"Take off your clothes."

Deliberately looking puzzled, I asked; "All of them?" I was excited. It was clear that Anne was raising the intensity of the game.

"Yes, all of them; I want you naked."

I eagerly played my role. "Ms. Royce?"

"James, I demand total devotion from my permisteral assistant."

"But..."

"Total devotion James; if you're not willing to provide that, then maybe I need to look for someone else; someone who is willing to indulge my every whim." Anne paused for a second and then she added; "And didn't you just tell me that you'd do anything to atone for your breach of etiquette? Were you lying when you said that?"

"No Ms. Royce, but all I did was look at you."

"When you looked there was lust in your eyes. Do you deny that?"

I looked down in shame. "No Ms. Royce. I'm sorry, you're a beautiful woman. When I look at you it's difficult to avoid those feelings."

"What feelings James?" Anne was pushing me.

"Desire Ms. Royce."

"Desire? James, I do enjoy men, strong powerful men and I find it thrilling when those men look at me with lust and desire; but you're not one of those men. You're neither strong nor powerful. You're a little toady who was born to serve women like me, not to bed them. Do you understand James?"

"Yes Ms. Royce."

"Good, so take off your clothes."

"Yes ma’am."

I quickly disrobed. Once I was naked I stood before Anne with my head bowed.

She whispered; "Jamie, this is so hot. I can't remember ever being this excited."

I winked at Anne. Giggling, she winked back and then she took a deep breath and slipped back into character. Carelessly letting the slipper that had been dangling from the end of her foot drop to the floor, Anne wiggled her toes at me and in a voice charged with arrogance and superiority, said; "Get down on your knees and crawl over here."

Again I feigned surprise. "Ms. Royce?"

"You heard me, get down on your knees and crawl over here. The entire time we've been talking, you haven't been able to take your eyes off of my toes. Since you find them so attractive you might as well pay proper homage to them."

My entire body was surging with excitement. I dropped to my knees and crawled over to my wife. As soon as I was within her reach she extended her leg and mashed the sole of her foot into my face. "Kiss it wimpboy, kiss the foot that you find so alluring."

Looking up at Anne I asked, "Ms. Royce, may I hold it?"

"Of course James, but gently, very gently."

I cradled Anne's foot in my hands like it was a kitten or baby bird and began sladying it with kisses."

Above me, Anne sighed with contentment and said; "James, you really are a devoted permisteral assistant."

"Ms. Royce, pleasing you is my life's ambition." Now the line between fantasy and reality was beginning to blur. Pleasing Anne really was my life's ambition.

Anne raised her other foot. "Now this one James, demonstrate your devotion to me by kissing this foot."

I gently lowered the foot I was holding to the floor , took the offered foot, cradled it in my hands and fervently sladyed it with kisses.

Anne watched, licking her lips. It was clear that my demonstration of presentation was intensely arousing for her. For a minute or two, she allowed me to abase myself and then she withdrew her foot from my hands, stood and slowly raised the skirt of her night dress to her waist, exposing the lips of her shaved pussy.

For a moment Anne allowed me to stare at her. I've always found women in lingerie alluring, especially garter belts and nylon stockings; but seeing Anne standing by the side of the bed with the skirt of her prudish night dress wantonly raised to her waist was the most sexually exciting sight I'd ever witnessed.

Noticing my reaction, Anne smiled and then she sat back down on the edge of the bed and lewdly spread her legs. It was immediately apparent that she was every bit as excited as I was. The cleft of her cunt glistened with the moisture of her arousal.

"Kiss me James, show me just how devoted you really are."

Still on my knees, I crawled between Anne's parted thighs. Breathless with excitement I leaned forward to kiss her, but just when my lips were about to touch her, she stopped me with both of her hands. I looked up at her.

Holding my head firmly between her hands, Anne looked into my eyes and said; "You do understand that this is all you'll ever be allowed to do. I enjoy fucking; but only with men, real men, not little pussyboys like you."

I nodded. "Yes Ms. Royce, I'm aware of that."

"Good James, I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea; I like you, but only as a servant, not as a lover."

My breath caught. Anne was being particularly creative. She winked at me. I grinned at her, but then I slipped back into a more serious demeanor and said; "No Ms. Royce, I won't get the wrong idea. I understand my place."

"Would you like to kiss my pussy?"

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

Anne released my head from her grasp and said; "You have my permission, go ahead."

I was so excited that it took every bit of control that I could muster to keep from burying my face in Anne’s cunt and lapping at her like a slobbering fool. I didn't. Instead I maintained my composure and kissed and then licked Anne with all the expertise and s******* that she expects from me. I made her cum several times.

After her last orgasm, Anne took off her night dress and pulled me up onto the bed next to her. Holding me tightly in her arms, she kissed me hard on the lips and said; "Jamie, that game was fun, in fact it was incredible; but now I want it to be over. I need you to make love to me and I want to make love to you. I want to suck your cock and then I want to feel you inside me. We're going to be separated for a week and during that time I'm going to be relaxing with another man. It's important to me that while I'm gone, you know just how much I love you."

"I do know how much you love me. That's why I can abide your spending a week in another man's bed." I smiled at her. "Actually I'll find it exciting. That's why I bought those two nighties for you. What can I say, I'm a happy cuckold."

Anne laughed. "I know Jamie. You're the perfect husband, at least for me. Still, I'll feel better if I give you a little reminder about how much I love you."


"I think I'd be a fool to turn this offer down."

"And I didn't marry a fool."

Anne and I grinned at each other for a moment and then she sat up and unlocked my chastity cage. As soon as she removed it my tiny penis sprang to attention. The evening's games had me very aroused. Anne took me in her mouth and gave me a gentle and loving blow job. It was wonderful. When I came she kept me in her mouth and continued sucking me until I was finished ejaculating. She knew how much I enjoyed that.

Then we shifted into a traditional sixty-nine position. I made love to Anne with my lips and tongue while she played with my flaccid penis. This was also one of my favorites. As soon as I was erect again Anne lay back on the bed with her legs spread. I got on top of her and we fucked. Having already cum one time, I was able to last for a reamisterably long time. I didn't last as long as Brandon could, but I didn't embarrass myself either.

Once I was finished, we lay quietly in each other's arms. When my softening cock finally slipped out of Anne I rolled off of her and pulled the covers up over us and then we cuddled up together and fell blissfully arelax.

Log in, see that GH has added another chapter....a good day

A truly wonderful addition to the story. Thank you Sir

GH,
No one does blissful like you do. That posting was just sublime. Thanks.

Looks like you got your writing groove back, GH. Wonderful stuff, thanks.

TrF2

Very good GH...thx

GH.

loved the last update....very hot

sallyann

Goodhusband

GREAT Writer!!!!!!

Cuck who loves a creampie.

Oh, ouch!

Those last two posts were just perfect, the right blend of love and offense - not to mention wonderful reading - but it's those little subtleties like the one above that really set the bar for this kind of story. You are the master!

Rover68uk, Timmy27, peak, Trf2, zinc, salllyann, racingdon, cuck4one and storm.

Thank you for your comments. I continue to appreciate and look forward to them. My responses are getting sparse because I'm getting older and I tend to proof read and post late at night. These days I seem to be most creative in the morning and I try to reserve that time for writing.

I'm sorry that my posts are so sporadic these days. I'm retired and Lisa is semi retired. We're trying to spend much of our new freetime enjoying each other and life.

Thanks

GH

That said, here's another segment.