Jackie and Artie

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My wife’s words sent a surge of masochistic excitement rippling through my loins. Another man had just spent the evening freely enjoying her favors and now she was promising that I could have a little pleasure too. I truly was a cuckold. While Mr. Taylor had been encouraged to enjoy as much of the cake as he wanted, I was going to be limited to a few left over crumbs.

Bowing submissively, I said; "Thank you Ms. Jacqueline. I appreciate your generosity."

Jackie stared at me. After a moment I saw a glimmer of recognition in her eyes. She hadn't actually been aware of the significance of her statement. Now understanding the full implications of her words, she said; "Artie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

Smiling, I said; "Don't worry, I thought it was exciting."

"You did?" But then Jackie shook her head and said; "Of course you did. Artie honey, I'm sorry. It's going to take me a little time to completely understand this new life style. Please don't misinterpret what I’m saying. I love it and I'm not judging you." She paused to think.

I waited.

Finally, Jackie said; "We're different. That's not bad. In fact, it’s good." She grinned. "Actually, it's wonderful. It's why this is all going to work. Still, because we're so different it's going to take us or at least me some time to understand it. Artie, I love sex. I love it in all of its manifestations. I like it kinky and dirty and like it sweet and romantic. Mostly I just like it and I like it in large quantities. Honey, I think about it all the time."

"I think about it a lot too."

"Yes, I'm sure you do; but we're different."

"You're dominant and I'm submissive."

"Yes, but there's more."

I waited.

"I want sex all the time."

"I do too."

"But being denied sex excites you. That's what's hard for me to understand."

Shrugging, I said; "I'm a masochist. You're not."

Jackie laughed. "I'm a slut. You're not."

"Can men be sluts?"

"Damn right they can. I know a few of them. They can't seem to ever keep their pants zipped"

Grinning, I said; "And you can't keep your knees together."

"Does that bother you?"

"No, it excites me. I want you to spread your legs for other men."

Jackie giggled. "That's good, because I love spreading my legs for other men."

"And I love hearing about it."

"Just hearing about it?" Jackie was leering at me.

Nervously, I answered; "Maybe watching."

"And that's all?" Now Jackie was staring at me.

"I like the way we make love. I’m enjoying tonight."

"You mean eating my pussy and ass after another man fucked me?"

"Yes."

"But don't you want to fuck me?" Jackie was pushing me.

Excited and feeling very much like a cuckold, I answered; "I do, but that's a pleasure that should be reserved for your playmates."

Jackie smiled. "And that's what's hard for me to understand."

Now grasping what she was trying to explain, I said; "It is for me too. It doesn't make sense, but I find it exciting. I don't know what else I can say."

"I can't explain why it's so difficult for me to be faithful to you."

I nodded. "I think we just have to accept what we are and who we are."

Jackie grinned. "A cuckold and a slut."

Grinning back, I said; "Damn right and proud of it too."

"Damn fucking right." Jackie was laughing.

"There is one thing I do want."

"What's that?"

"I need to know that you to love me."

"Artie honey, you don't ever have to worry about that. I'll always love you."

"And I'll always love you too Jackie."

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

Jackie took my wrist, pulled me to her and kissed me hard. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back. It was a kiss filled with passion and love.

After we kissed we silently held each other. Finally Jackie pushed back and stared into my eyes. "I love you Artie. I really do and I always will."

"I know, I love you too Jackie."

We smiled at each other and then Jackie whispered, "Do you still want to hear more about my date with Clayt?"

Sitting up, I said; "Damn right I do."

Jackie sat up, piled up the pillows at the head of her bed and lay back against them. Patting a spot next to her, she said; "Lie down cucky. I want you to be comfortable.”

"Yes Ms. Jacqueline, thank you." I was grinning.

As soon as I was settled Jackie reached over, placed her hand on my caged penis and started gently caressing it with her fingertips. "While Clayt and I were talking I was playing with him just like this."

"I'll bet he enjoyed it."

"I'm sure he did because it was only a few minutes before I felt it stirring again."

"He recovered quickly."

"Yes, he did."

"Did you suck him again?"

"I did, but just to get him hard. Once he was erect I got a condom from my purse and rolled it on to him."

"You supplied the condom?"

"Yes, I always do."

"You do? It seems like that should be the guy’s responsibility."

Jackie shook her head. "Absolutely not. Condoms are too important. I want to be sure it's high quality and it fits."

"It fits?"

"Artie honey, think about it. You and Clayt shouldn't be wearing the same size condom. If it fit him it would slip off of you and if it fit you it would be likely to break while Clayt was using it."

"So they come in different sizes?"

"Yes sweetie, they do."

"How many sizes are there?"

"It depends on the brand, but basically small, medium, large and extra-large."

"I suppose I'd need a small."

"Yes honey, you would."

"Did Mr. Taylor need a large?"

"The brand I use calls that size a magnum and yes that is what he needed."

"Do you carry all four sizes?"

"I always keep three regulars, three magnums and three XLs in my purse."

"But no smalls."

Jackie laughed. "No, I don't carry smalls."

"Where do you keep them in your purse? I've never seen them."

"They're in a small satin coin purse that I keep in one of the zippered pockets. I tried to keep them hidden."

"I understand." I thought for a moment and then I said; "Tomorrow you're going to have to buy more magnums."

Shaking her head, Jackie said; "No I buy them by the dozen. I keep the extras in my desk at work."

"So I wouldn't find them."

"They would have been hard to explain."

"Especially the XLs"

We both laughed.

I said; "Now you can keep them here in your bedroom."

"Yes, I suppose I can. I hadn't thought about that. It will make it a little easier. For obvious reamisters I have to keep them hidden at work." Jackie shook her head. "Buying them is kind of a nuisance too. With my schedule it's sometimes hard to get to the have store."

"I can buy them for you."

"Artie, are you sure? Buying a dozen magnums and a dozen XLs might be embarrassing for you." But then Jackie paused. After a second she looked at me with an impish smile and said; "Of course that might make it more fun. Yes, I think that as my servant buying my condoms should be one of your duties. In fact, after I have a date you should also be responsible for replenishing the supply in my purse."

Excited by this idea, I submissively bowed my head and said; "Yes ma'am, I would be honored to take care of that task for you."

Grinning, Jackie said; "Artie, we are a kinky pair, aren't we."

I nodded enthusiastically. Jackie laughed.

We both laughed for a moment and then I said; "So you what did you do after you rolled the condom onto Mr. Taylor's cock?"

"I climbed on top of him, slipped his beautiful dick into my cunt and lowered myself down until all of it was inside me. Artie I can't begin to describe how wonderful it feels when I slowly take the full length of a big cock into my cunt."

"It feels good."

"It feels amazing."

"You were on top. I thought you liked having your man on top?"

"I do, but not right away. I like to save the best for last. Clayt wanted to start out with me on top facing him. That way he could play with my tits while we fucked."

"You did say he was a breast man."

"He is and I love it when a guy plays with my nipples while he's fucking me."

"If you were on top wouldn't it be more accurate to say you were fucking Mr. Taylor?"

"Maybe, I just like to think that the guy is fucking me. It makes me feel a little sluttier."

"I like that too."

Jackie sat up and looked at me. "Really?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, I don't know why, but imagining a man fucking you is more exciting than you fucking him or even the two of you fucking each other."

"I'm glad you get excited when you think about other men fucking me."

I smiled at Jackie and then I said; "So Mr. Taylor was playing with your nipples while he was fucking you."

"Yes and it got me really excited."

"Did you cum?"

"I did, twice."

"Two times? I've never managed to make you cum at all..." My voice trailed off. Suddenly feeling downhearted, I rolled over and looked away.

There was a moment of awkward silence and then I felt Jackie's fingertips softly caressing my side. "Artie, it's true. You've never made me cum while you were fucking me and other men have; but sweetheart you have given me countless orgasms and all of them were wonderful. You will always be my favorite sex partner."

"Why? It's obvious that I can't fuck worth a damn."

"That's not true."

"Then why has it been almost a year since you let me fuck you?"

There was more silence. I waited. Finally Jackie said; "Artie, men with bigger cocks can reach places inside me that you can't reach. They can hit my G spot."

"But I can't. Is that what you're telling me?"

"Artie I won't lie to you. You can't.

"Great! Thank you for being honest."

"Sweetheart, I do like it when you fuck me. I love you. We don't just fuck, we make love. That makes intercourse with you special."

"And that's why you were so eager to let me fuck you during the past year."

Jackie shook her head. "Damn it Artie, I screwed up. I'm sorry. You eat my pussy better than anyone I've ever met. I have unbelievable orgasms when you go down on me. They're better than anything Clayt, Ron, Phil or any other big cocked stud can do for me. Hitting my G spot is great, but sucking my clit is so much better. You're right, I did neglect that part of our love life during the past year, but it wasn't because I didn't enjoy it when you fucked me. It was because I loved having you eat my pussy so much."

I rolled over and looked at Jackie. "Yeah, I know. It's just that..."

"My neglect makes you wonder if I'm really sincere when I tell you that I love you."

"Yes."

"Artie, I plan to spend the rest of my life working to convince you that I am sincere."

"I know that."

"Sweetie, nobody is good at everything. We all have our strengths and our weaknesses. You're a great English teacher, but would you be as good if you were teaching math? While I think I'm a pretty good contract attorney, I'm not sure you'd want me to defend you if you were arrested."

I nodded.

Jackie continued. "Artie honey, there are lots of women who are better fucks than I am, but I know how to give an outstanding blowjob."

Unwittingly, Jackie had just ripped open another barely healed sore. Staring at her, I bitterly said; "Really? I didn't know that. Of course there really isn't any reamister that I should know it. I'm just your husband."

Realizing her gaff, Jackie quickly said; "Artie, I'm sorry. I didn't..." She stopped and shook her head. "Oh Artie, I don't know what to say. I've been an awful wife."

Suddenly aware that I was acting like a petulant young, I said; "For a while our life was out of control. We weren't honest with each other."

"No Artie, I wasn't honest with you."

"Let's just say that we weren't doing a good job of communicating."

"Artie, why are you being so nice to me? I was a self-centered bitch. I completely ignored you while I greedily satiated all of my own needs."

"Yes you did do that, but if you're so selfish, why do you feel bad about it now? A selfish bitch would be saying, live with it sap."

Looking at me with a puzzled expression, Jackie said; "I'd never say that to you."

"I know, that's my point."

"So why was I so awful? Artie I don't know why I ignored you. I love your cock. I love sucking your cock."

"I think I understand what happened."

"You do? Tell me."

"Your lady has a theory."

"You mentioned that earlier. What is it?"

"She thinks that the lies and deceit were too much for you. The only way you could cope with what you were doing was to divide your life into three separate sections. You had your home life with the girls and me; your professional life with the law firm and your sex life."

"okay." Jackie was listening intently.

"I point out that you told me that you have steadfastly resisted having affairs with your professional colleagues."

"Yes, all of them are off limits."

"Why? Are you telling me that there aren't any good looking men in your office?"

"No there are several...Artie, that's beside the point. Playing at work is never a good idea. Everyone knows that."

"I beg to differ. Affairs in the workplace are quite common."

"Okay, but they're not professionally responsible."

"Or permisterally responsible. Let's just say that you chose to separate your professional life from your sex life."

"Artie."

I held up my hand. "Let me finish."

"Okay."

"You had a successful professional life and an exciting sex life and you were smart enough to avoid the obvious pitfalls that could result from combining them."

"Yes, that's exactly right."

"You also had a satisfying home life. You had two beautiful flowers and a loving husband."

Jackie smiled. "Yes I did and I understood that."

"And the only way you could maintain that satisfying home life was to keep it separated from your other lives, especially your exciting sex life."

"Yes, of course. That's just common sense."

"So at home you had to be the perfect lady and wife."

"I tried."

"Yes you did, but in your sex life you were a slut." I smiled at Jackie, "Your term."

She nodded. "Yes it is. Don't worry; I'm not offended when you say that."

I continued. "Unfortunately I was a problem. As your husband I wasn't only your housemate and the man of your youngren, I was also supposed to be your lover. That made me part of two of the carefully separated compartments of your life. This created an intolerable dismisterance for you. In your sex life you were an uninhibited slut, but at home you were the perfect wife and lady. You had to find a way to reconcile this conflict and you did it by adopting the permistera of a morally conservative housewife when we were having sex."

Nodding, Jackie said; "What you're saying makes some sense, but not completely. You've been eating my pussy and licking my ass for our entire marriage. That's hardly the behavior of a conservative housewife."

"You weren't doing that, I was. I was the nasty pervert; you were still a prim and proper housewife and lady."

"But I enjoyed it."

"Of course you did. You were still a woman who loves sex; you were just trying to hide that from me. You couldn't initiate anything adventurous on your own, but you could still enjoy it when I did it. Our dominant submissive relationship was also developing. My doing extra things solely for your pleasure seemed perfectly natural to both of us." Smiling, added; "It still seems perfectly natural to me."

Jackie flashed me a quick smile, but her expression immediately reverted back to a look of intense concentration. It was obvious that she was thinking about what I’d just told her.

I waited.

Finally she looked at me and said; "I think you're probably right.” She shook her head. "But it was still thoughtless of me."

"I agree. That's a good way to describe it. It was thoughtless. You didn't actually think about what you were doing. You didn't do it deliberately. It was a mistake and because it was a mistake it’s easier for me to accept what happened and move on with our lives."

"It was a mistake. It was a mistake that I'll never again repeat."

"I believe you."

"Can you forgive me?"

"I already have. This conversation and my earlier conversation with your lady helped. Connie is a smart woman."

"Yes she is. Thank you Artie, thank you for being so understanding."

We smiled at each other and then Jackie kissed me. It was a sweet and tender kiss. I kissed her back and we held each other. As we held each other Jackie whispered, "I love you Artie."

"I know, I love you too Jackie."

"Even after finding out that I'm a slut?"

"Especially after finding out that you're a slut. I love being married to a slut."

"And I love being married to an enthusiastic cuckold. You are, aren't you?"

"Most definitely."

Grinning, Jackie said; "Another man fucked me tonight."

"I know."

"He was good. He fucked me twice and made me cum both times."

"The second time he fucked you was he on top?"

"Yes."

"That's how you like it best, isn't it."

"I love having a big strong man on top of me."

"Did his big cock feel good inside you?"

"It felt wonderful. Every time he pushed into me he hit my g spot." Suddenly realizing that this was what had upset me earlier Jackie stopped and stared at me.

This time I wasn’t upset. Instead I smiled at her and said; "That's why you need to keep partying with other men. I can suck your clit and lick your asshole, but my tiny cock can't reach your G spot."

Relieved that everything was all right, Jackie giggled and said; "I have a g spot in the back of my throat too."

“Really?”

Jackie nodded. “That’s right.”

Laughing, I said; "So you'd better keep sucking big cocks too."

Leering at me, Jackie said; "I fully intend to keep on doing that."

"As my dominant hot wife that is your prerogative."

Jackie smiled at me.

I smiled back and asked; "Did you have fun with Mr. Taylor tonight?"

"I had a wonderful time with him."

"I'm glad."

"Are you Artie? Are you really?"

"Yes."

"That makes me happy."

"Do you think you'll ever see him again?"

"Maybe, I gave him my cell phone number and told him to call me if he ever comes back here again."

"Do you hope he calls?"

Jackie shrugged. "He was fun. If he calls I'll definitely see him again, but if he doesn't that's okay too. Cucky, the world is teeming with handsome, well-endowed men who love easy pussy."

"This is going to be fun."

"Yes it is.” Jackie smiled, but at the same time she yawned. “Artie honey, If you want me to do it I'll tell you more about my date, but it's getting late."

"That's okay, I've heard enough. It is getting late. It's time for us to go to relax."

Shaking her head, Jackie said; "No it's time for my little cuckboy to cum."

I smiled. "That would be nice."

Jackie reached over, opened the drawer in her bedside table and took out two small keys held together on a small wire ring. I recognized them immediately. They were the keys for the lock on my chastity cage. Apparently Connie had given them to Jackie before she left.

As she removed one of the keys from the ring she said; "From the stories, I gather that I'm supposed to wear one of these on an anklet."

"I do believe that's the custom."

"I think I'd prefer a gold chain necklace. I can't wear an anklet to work; but I could wear a necklace under my blouse."

"You're the boss."

Looking at me, Jackie nodded and said; "Yes I am. Thank you for reminding me." And then she quickly unlocked the cage. As she removed it she asked; "Does it cause you any discomfort while you’re wearing it?"

"No, not really; at first it felt funny, but I got used to it pretty quickly."

"So you won't mind wearing it when I have a date?"

"Not at all."

"I don't know why, but that excites me."

"It excites me too."

As soon as Jackie removed the plastic sleeve my penis it rose to a full erection. Laughing she said; "You certainly seem to be excited."

I grinned at her.

She said; "Sweetheart while I would love to give you a blow job, I don't think that's what you want tonight. Tonight you'd rather experience the full cuckold fantasy, wouldn't you."

"Yes."

"Stand up." Jackie snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor next to her. "Right there."

Excited, I stood. My tiny erection stuck straight out.

Moving over so that she was lying right next to the edge of the bed, Jackie said; "Cucky, you have my permission to jack off. Last night I let you cum in a tissue paper pussy. Tonight I want you to cum on my stomach. Do you know why?"

As I started stroking myself I said; "Yes ma'am."

"Tell me cucky, tell me why."

"So that you can make me lick it up afterwards."

"And why am I going to do that?"

"So it will be easier for me to lick up Mr. Clark’s cum on Saturday."

"Very good cucky, now close your eyes and imagine Mr. Taylor on top of me pumping his great big dick in and out of my hot wet cunt."

"Are you enjoying it ma'am?"

"Cucky, he's driving me wild."

"Is he hitting your g spot?"

"With every wonderful thrust."

I felt the familiar warm glow building in my loins and then a flood of pleasure erupted inside me as I ejaculated my first spurt of semen. It landed on Jackie's stomach."

"Very good cucky, keep pumping I want it all."

I continued stroking myself. I ejaculated another spurt of cum. This one landed on Jackie's side."

"Keep pumping cucky, but now I want you to catch the rest of your cum in your free hand."

I kept stroking myself. The spurts of cum slowed to a dribble. I obediently caught all of it in the palm of my left hand.

As soon as I was finished, Jackie said; "Now lick your hand clean."

I looked at the palm of my hand. The center glistened with my semen. My ardor had diminished with my orgasm. The cum now looked like slime.

Understanding what had just happened, Jackie said; "Do it quickly cucky. Lick it up. It won't hurt you and it doesn't taste bad."

Nodding, I took a deep breath and licked my hand clean. When I was finished I held up my hand and showed it to Jackie.

"Very good cucky." She scooted over. "Now kneel on the bed beside me and do my tummy."

Cleaning my hand had restored some of my excitement. My pulse was racing as I climbed onto the bed next to Jackie. I took another deep breath and then I bent over and licked my fresh semen off of her stomach. As soon as I was done I sat up and smiled at her.

Jackie smiled back at me and said; "Now kiss me."

Leaning forward, I kissed Jackie on the lips. As I kissed her she powerd her tongue into my mouth. I responded. We French kissed. When we finally broke off our kiss Jackie looked at me and whispered; "That was fun."

Laughing, I said; "Yes it was."

"We have to do that more often."

"Which part?"

Giggling, Jackie said; "All of it."

"You'll have to persuade Mr. Taylor to come back."

"I don't think that will be necessary. It won't be very difficult to find a replacement."

Nodding, I said; "I’m sure it won’t.”

"Are you ready to relax?"

"Yeah, I am. How about you?"

"I'm exhausted."

I pulled up the covers. Jackie gave me a quick good night kiss and then she snuggled up to me, closed her eyes and immediately fell arelax.

For a few minutes I lay awake thinking about the events of the past three days. Our lives had certainly changed. The changes had been dramatic, sudden and a little scary, but I knew that if had the opportunity, I wouldn't undo them. Our new life was unbelievably exciting. I was actually living my wildest sexual fantasies.

Smiling, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what might happen during the upcoming weekend. I was exhausted. As I tried to picture my wife in the arms of her boyfriend Ron, I drifted off to relax. I was still smiling.

OUTSTANDING!!! GH, you need to travel more. The segments are getting better and better.

Thank you for some really great story telling

GH,
Not bad for a gypsy that. Not bad at all ...

Thanks

Timmy, Peak

As always, thank you for taking a moment to comment.

GH

Friday was a difficult day. While the three previous evenings had been unbelievably exciting, they had also been stressful, emotionally taxing and late. I was tired.

Fridays are also difficult days in a high school. Everyone is excited about the weekend. No one is interested in concentrating on school work. My students were all good kids, but they were antsy.

I was too. The past three days had been amazing and the upcoming weekend had the potential to be even more amazing. On Saturday my wife was planning to entertain her boyfriend in our house and I was going to be present while it was happening. The anticipation of this event had me both incredibly nervous and wildly excited.

All day Friday keeping my attention focused on my teaching duties had been a challenge. Every time there was a lull in the class activities my thoughts would drift to Jackie and her men friends. I couldn't stop picturing her sucking Mr. Taylor's cock or screaming with pleasure as Mr. Clark pumped his huge erection in and out of her sopping cunt.

At 2:30 my last class mercifully ended. While I loved teaching, that afternoon I was happy to watch my sixth hour students file out of my classroom. Once they were gone I sat down at my desk, breathed a long sigh of relief and began organizing my lesmisters for the following Monday.

Just as I was finishing, my cell phone rang. I answered it. "Artie Hammond."

"Hey cuckboy." It was Phil Harper.

Quickly shifting into cuckold mode, I said; "Hello Mr. Harper."

After a brief pause Phil said; "Very good cuckboy. That's exactly how you should respond when one of your wife's studs calls you."

"Yes sir."

"You are learning quickly."

"Thank you sir."

"Artie, I still have to ask. Are continuing to do okay with all of this? If you're not, tell me. I have a lot of experience. I can help."

"Thank you sir, I appreciate your concern, but I really do think I'm doing fine."

"Good, but if you need me all you have to do is call or tell Connie."

"Thank you sir, I'll remember that."

There was another pause and then Phil said; "Cuckboy, I'm calling to let you know that I'll be able to meet your mistress at the Kings Inn on Tuesday."

"She'll be pleased to hear that sir."

Ignoring my response, Phil continued; "I'll get there just before noon. I'll take care of the room. Tell Jackie to call me on my cell phone. I'll tell her which room they gave me. I'm pretty sure she has my number. If she doesn't you now have it in your call log. You can give it to her.

"Yes sir, I'll give her the message and I'll make sure that she has your telephone number."

"Thank you cuckboy, you can also tell her that I'm looking forward to spending a little intimate time with her again. It's been over a year since we last played and I've missed her sweet little pussy."

"Yes sir, I'll tell her that too."

"Hey Artie."

"Yes sir."

"I called Teddy. He made a tee time for the three of us for a week from tomorrow at Oak Grove Country Club at 9:16."

"Really? How did he do that? Isn't that a private club?"

"Yes, it is private. His wife Linda has membership. She actually has it for Teddy, but she keeps it in her name. Teddy isn't allowed to own anything."

"He's not?"

"He's Linda's slave. Linda and Teddy both believe that slave's shouldn't be allowed to have possessions. Teddy's an accountant and earns a nice income, but his checks are deposited directly to Linda's bank account. She gives him a weekly allowance and if he wants to make a larger purchase he has to ask Linda to buy it for him. Everything they own is solely in her name."

"Wow."

"She loves him and she does take very good care of him."

"She must. Oak Grove is an expensive country club."

"Yes it is. Will you join us?"

"I don't have any golf clubs."

"Artie, I'm sure Jackie will buy you a set. All you have to do is ask. She loves you. If you let her, she'll take just as good care of you as Linda does Teddy."

"I'll ask her tonight. I'll also ask her if I can play golf next Saturday."

"Good, I doubt that there will be any problems. I'm pretty sure that Jackie will do everything she can to encourage you to become friends with Teddy. Artie, I have to get going. I'm late for an appointment. "

"Yes sir, thank you sir. I'll tell Ms. Jacqueline about the plans for Tuesday."

"Thanks Artie, I hope I see you next Saturday."

"I hope so too sir."

Phil ended the call.

As I set my phone down I thought about Phil's comment that he thought Jackie would do everything she could to encourage me to become friends with Teddy. It did make sense; having a friend who was a submissive cuckold, an experienced submissive cuckold at that, would be an excellent source of support for me. Still, it made me wonder if Connie had deliberately brought Phil to our house last night so that we could meet. Phil was the perfect permister to introduce me to Teddy.

As I thought about it I decided that it really didn't matter. I already knew that Jackie, Connie and Nattie were all eager to see me wholeheartedly embrace my new role as Jackie's submissive cuckold husband. Actually it gave me some comfort. They were not only eager to see me accept my role as Jackie's knowing cuckold, they were taking steps to insure that I was happy and content in that role.

Glancing up at the clock on the wall I saw that it was 3:15. It was time to get the girls. I quickly reviewed my lesmister plans for Monday, shoved my class record book, a stack of papers that I needed to grade and my cell phone into my brief case and hurried out to my car.

The girls and I arrived home just after 4:00. They quickly got their coloring books and set themselves up at the kitchen table while I made a chicken casserole.

As soon as the casserole was in the oven I started polishing the end tables and coffee table in the living room. The next morning Jackie would be entertaining her boyfriend. I wanted the house to be perfect. I know that there are people who might find that difficult to understand. All I can say is that I'm a submissive masochist. Cleaning the house because my wife is going to be entertaining her boyfriend is unbelievably exciting for me.

After I finished polishing the table tops in the living room I vacuumed and dusted Jackie's bedroom. I assumed that Ms. Jacqueline and Mr. Clark would eventually retire to her room.

As I was putting the vacuum cleaner away I heard the door between the garage and kitchen open and the girls cry in unimister, "Hi mommy." Jackie was home.

I hurried to the kitchen. Jackie was standing between Cassie and Monica admiring their coloring. As soon as she heard me come through the door she turned. For a moment we just looked at each other and then she smiled and said; "Hi Cowboy, how was your day?"

I'd almost forgotten about Connie's new nickname. Smiling back, I said; "Long."

Jackie nodded. "Mine too; we've had several late nights in a row."

"Yes we have and I was tired, but that wasn't the only reamister the day was long. I had another problem; I couldn't stop thinking about what's going to happen tomorrow."

Staring at me, Jackie asked; "Is that good?"

"I'm pretty excited about it."

Jackie smiled. "Me too."

During dinner we told the girls that Grandma Connie was coming over in the morning to take them to the IHOP for breakfast and after breakfast they were going to the movies to see "Madagascar". As soon as they heard about "Madagascar" they clapped their hands and started giggling. Both of them had Madagascar coloring books and they were eager to see the movie.

Immediately after dinner they dragged Jackie into their bedroom so they could show her all of the pictures they'd colored in their books. While they were doing that I cleaned the kitchen. As soon as the kitchen was clean I joined them. We watched an hour of cartoons on television and then the girls put on their pajamas and got into bed. Jackie and I read them a story. Within minutes they were both sound arelax.

Jackie and I tiptoed out of the girl’s bedroom. In the living room Jackie put her arms around my shoulders and kissed me on the lips. After she kissed me she whispered, "Are you ready for a hot night of fucking and sucking?"

I smiled at Jackie, but I didn't answer.

Sensing that something was wrong, she asked; "Artie is something bothering you?"

"No not at all, it's just that..." I hesitated.

"Artie, please tell me."

Gathering my courage, I said; "I enjoyed last night. I enjoyed it a lot."

"I did too."

"I'm also excited about tomorrow."

"So am I."

"Jackie, I like being your submissive cuckold husband."

"And I like being your dominant hot wife, so I don't understand. What's bothering you?"

Staring at the floor, I sheepishly said; "I want to keep playing tonight."

Suddenly understanding, Jackie said; "You don't want to have a husband and wife night tonight, do you."

"I do want to do that, but being your cuckold is new and different. It's fun and I..."

Jackie touched my lips with her index finger and whispered; "It's okay, I understand. I think it's fun too. We'll have lots of time in the future to have husband and wife nights. I just wanted to do it tonight because I feel so guilty about neglecting you."

"You don't have to feel guilty; I understand why it happened.”

"I know that, but I still do."

"You could make it up to me by being a really good dominant hot wife."

Jackie laughed. "Artie honey, I think that benefits me a lot more than it does you."

Shaking my head, I said; "That's just your perspective. You're a dominant slut."

"Damn right I am." Jackie was grinning.

"I'm a submissive, masochistic cuckold. I enjoy this game every bit as much as you do."

"You keep telling me that, so I guess I have to take you at your word; but it's still hard for me to understand."

"I guess we just have to trust each other."

"Artie, that's what scares me."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not sure I trust myself."

"I don't understand what you're saying."

"A moment ago you called me a dominant slut, but you called yourself a submissive masochistic cuckold. Artie, all of this is exciting me so much that I'm beginning to realize that I'm a sadist. You should have called me a dominant, sadistic slut."

Smiling, I said; "I can't begin to describe how much that excites me."

"Artie, be serious. I don't want to hurt you."

"And I don't believe you ever will."

"But..."

"Jackie, we'll be okay. We have a safe word. If I don't like what's happening I'll call time out."

"I'm afraid I'm going to say something that's going to hurt your feelings."

"I know, but that's my fault. Lately I've been much too touchy."

"You have every right to be touchy. I was a terrible wife."

"Jackie let's forget about the past. Mistakes were made by both of us."

"Me more than you."

"Maybe, but that doesn't really matter. We're still together, we still love each other and we found a life style that excites both of us. Let's explore it, it will be fun."

"But Artie, what if I go too far?"

"If you do we'll stop and talk about it. Right now talking is important for us. It will help us move into this new stage of our lives. I think both of us want that. I know I do."

I do too Artie, I really do."

"So let’s explore our limits."

"You're sure."

"Absolutely."

"I read a story today while I was eating my lunch. It was really hot."

"Was it on the cuckold web site?"

"No it was on that website of erotic stories you showed me. I searched the word cuckold and found a story in the BDSM section."

"And that intrigued you."

"Yes it did."

"You said it was hot."

"Artie by the time I finished the story my panties were drenched."

"That's a hot story. Do you want to read it together?"

"No, I want to do it."

"You mean act it out?"

"No, I want to do it. I want to make it real."

I was suddenly nervous, but I was also excited. Realizing that this was exactly what I wanted I looked at Jackie and slowly nodded. "Of course Ms. Jacqueline, I am yours to command."

Jackie stared at me. After a moment she licked her lips and said; “Get down on your knees cuckboy." There was an air of condescending arrogance in her voice that I’d never before heard.

Caught off guard by the sudden change in Jackie's demeanor, I didn't move.

"Do it now cuckboy, or I'll have to punish you." The tone of Jackie's voice made it clear that she wasn't kidding.

I dropped to my knees.

Jackie held out her nylon stocking clad foot. "Kiss it."

I sladyed her toes with kisses.

"Now the other one."

I obeyed.

After I'd properly worshipped Jackie's other foot she said; "I want a bath. Let's go into my bedroom so that you can attend to me."

Excited, I started to rise. Glaring at me, Jackie said;. "Who gave you permission to stand cuckboy?"

Immediately dropping back to all fours I answered; "No one Ms. Jacqueline."

"Then it would appear that you were being presumptuous, weren't you cucky."

"Yes ma'am."

"We're going to my bedroom." Jackie snapped her fingers, pointed at the floor next to her feet and said; "Heel." As she started walking, I obediently crawled next to her like a pet dog.

Once we were inside the confines of her bedroom Jackie's demeanor changed again. Smiling at me, she said; "Artie, you may stand."

I quickly stood up.

Jackie kissed me and asked; "Was that all right?"

Grinning at her, I said; "It surprised me a little, but it was fun. Did you enjoy it?"

"I did, but not as much as I thought I would. It was a little too intense. It was hotter as a story."

"I'll have to read that story."

"Tonight I want to go to bed early, but maybe we can read it together tomorrow night or Sunday night."

"You could read it out loud while I kiss your feet."

Jackie's breath caught.

"You like that idea, don't you."

"Yes I do." We smiled at each other and then Jackie said; "Artie, go draw me a bath while I get undressed."

"Yes ma'am." I hurried into the bathroom and started running water into the bathtub.

While I was adjusting the water temperature Jackie called to me; "Cuckboy take off your clothes while the tub is filling."

"Yes Ms. Jacqueline."

I quickly undressed. When the tub was about two thirds full I shut off the water, gathered my clothes and hurried back into the bedroom. Jackie was waiting for me. All she was wearing was a pair of black five inch stiletto high heels.

I gaped at her.

"Cucky, staring at a superior is impolite."

Embarrassed, I quickly looked away.

Jackie walked over, put her arms around me and whispered; "It's just a game. I really want you to look at me, but it will be more fun if you have to do it surreptitiously. A good servant should only peek at his mistress."

"Yes ma'am, I understand.” And then I quickly added; "Tomorrow Mr. Clark will be allowed to look at you as much as he wants, won't he."

Stepping back, Jackie studied me. I understood. She was trying to gauge my feelings. I didn't blame her. During the past few days my moods had been mercurial. It didn't take much to upset me.

I winked at her.

That was all the reassurance Jackie needed. In the tone of voice that she used when she was explaining something to a young young, she said; "Certainly, Ron is a man. He's also my boyfriend. I want him to fully enjoy my body."

Bowing politely, I said; "Yes of course Ms. Jacqueline. I understand."

"That’s good cuckboy, you’re beginning to learn your place." Jackie turned and gestured towards the clothes on her bed. "Now be a good servant and take care of my things."

"Yes ma'am.” I hurriedly gathered Jackie's clothes together.

As I was carrying them to the closet Jackie asked; "Cuckboy, do you have a foot fetish?"

I stopped. Jackie's question had taken me by surprise.

Noticing my reaction, Jackie quickly added; "It's all right if you do. I just want to know more about what excites you."

I took a moment to consider her question and then I turned. "Not particularly, my fetish is worshipping you. Kissing your feet is one way I can do that."

Jackie smiled. "I like that cuckboy. I want you to worship me. I find it unbelievably exciting."

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Droopy and Miss

hello gh,

you have another excellent story on your hands. another that could go on for a long time. I can assure you that like myself the others hope it will also. you a true master of the feelings that happen between two people in this lifestyle. love it and thank you.

sallyann

Oh! this is moving along very nicely.

Thanks G.H.

Ajax

Very nice segments. I know I will have to wait but I'm ready for more. GH, again thank you for sharing your talent.

Keep this great story coming!

GH,
I think SallyAnn above got the mood of what I was going to post. You really seem on top of this story. Like you are placing the characters just so. What I'm saying is you are getting it so right, its frightening. I know you think you are winding down, but I have to say that there is vintage wine in that old bottle. Maybe when its gone, its gone, but in the meanwhile what is there is to be truly savoured. Thank you so much for continuing.

Better every chapter. I'm loving this story.

I dont remember how many times i have fapped to this amazing story. One of the finest stories here. Only problem now is waiting patiently for updates....

Shankly, Ajax, Timmy, count400, BumNote and ainwee,

Thank you for taking a moment to comment. I appreciate it.

Sallyann and Peak

We've been exchanging comments for a number of years now. I try hard to create stories that reflect real life relationships. I believe that writing a good cuckold story has to have balance.

Masochism and offense are inherent parts of the cuckold fantasy. While there may be readers who would argue with that assertion I contend that allowing or even encouraging your wife to enjoy other men while you remain steadfastly faithful is an act of presentation and masochism. That of course excludes relationships where both partners are free to enjoy others. Those aren't cuckold hot wife marriages, they're open marriages. For that reamister I believe that any good cuckold story has to include a degree of pain and offense for the husband.

But then there's the other side. There also has to be love and concern. Too often when I read a cuckold story I ask why would any sane permister accept that degree of use and neglect. Of course the answer is that a sane permister wouldn't. Those stories aren't real. When I read those stories I find myself hoping that the poor husband will walk out and file for divorce.

A good cuckold story has to have balance. There has to be pain and offense if the story is going to be hot, but there also has to be love and concern or the story won't be real. At times finding that balance can be very difficult. I'm often guilty of going overboard with the love and concern which makes the story sappy. Once in a while I catch myself going too far to the other side. That's occasionally happened with this story.

A few days ago I sent Peak a pm expressing my frustration with this story. The last segment that I posted was rewritten three times. One draft was much too rough. Jackie became a real bitch. The next one was boring schmaltz. I think I found a good balance in the third draft which was the one I posted.

I know that my rate of production may at times be frustrating. Often the words are hard to find. Sometimes the demands of real life keep me from writing and once in a while the story just gets out of balance. When that happens time and rumination are the only cures.

Thank you again for your kind words.

GH

As soon as I was finished putting Jackie's clothes away I went into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. I wanted to warm up the tub.

A moment later, Jackie joined me. "Is my tub ready cuckboy?"

"Yes ma'am it should be nice and hot."

Jackie stepped into the tub and sat down. Once she was settled I picked up a sponge and a bar of soap and began bathing her.

As I washed her neck I said; "Mr. Harper called me after work today."

"I was going to ask you about that cucky. What did he say?"

"He'll be at the King's Inn at noon on Tuesday. He'll take care of the room. He said that you should call him when you get to the motel. He tell you which room he's in."

"Thank you cucky."

"He also told me to tell you that he's looking forward to spending a little intimate time with you. He said that he's missed your sweet pussy."

"Did he really say that to you?"

"Yes ma'am."

"And you were okay with it?"

"Actually I thought it was exciting."

"Cucky, that makes me so happy."

"Ma'am."

"Yes cucky."

"I did a lot of thinking today."

"I did too. It was hard to keep my attention focused on work."

"I had to teach. I didn't have any choice."

"I had a contract that had to be completed. I didn't have much choice either."

"It made for a long day."

"It really did. And then I read that BDSM story while I was eating lunch. That made it even harder to concentrate."

I started washing Jackie's breasts. Jackie sighed as I rubbed each of her nipples with the soapy sponge. I so badly wanted to play with those gorgeous mounds, but I knew it wouldn't be permitted. I was Jackie's servant. That pleasure was now reserved for men like Mr. Taylor, Mr. Harper and Mr. Clark.

I moved down to Jackie's flat tummy. As I scrubbed it, she said; "Cucky you said you did a lot of thinking today."

"Yes ma'am, I did."

"Would you like to tell me about it?"

"I would."

Jackie waited.

Taking a deep breath, I said; "It's okay that other men can fuck you better than I can."

I felt Jackie's body stiffen. "Artie, that's not true."

"No Ms. Jacqueline, it is true. I cum quickly and even if I could learn to control my premature ejaculations my penis will still never be big enough to reach your G spot."

"Artie I'm sorry I told you that last night."

"Why? it's true, isn't it?"

"Artie, I love you."

"I know that."

"That makes sex with you wonderful."

"Maybe when I eat your pussy, but who fucks you better, Mr. Clark or me?"

"Artie, why are you doing this?"

"Because it's time for us to start being honest with each other. Yes Jackie, I do believe that you love me. I believe that you love me more than any other man in the entire world."

"That's true Artie and it will always be true."

"I believe that too; but Jackie we're not talking about love, we're talking about sex. Remember last Tuesday night when you were first trying to explain your attitude about sex to me? You told me that for you, your sister and your lady sex was just a form of recreation like tennis or golf."

"Yes and that's true."

"If we started playing tennis together we'd have fun. We'd enjoy playing with each other, but don't you think that there are men in this world who would be more accomplished tennis partners for you?"

"Yes, that's probably true."

"Should I be jealous of those men?"

"Of course not, we're just playing tennis together."

"And since sex for you is a recreation much like tennis or golf, shouldn't we also assume that there are men who are much better sex partners for you than I am?"

"But Artie, I don't want..."

"You don't want to hurt me."

"Yes."

"Will you always love me?"

"Of course."

"Will these other men ever be anything more than friends?"

"No, I'll never spend enough time with any of them to establish a serious relationship. We already discussed this too. That situation is much more likely to occur at work or in a social situation that wasn't originally based solely on sex. When I meet Ron tomorrow and Phil next Tuesday we'll exchange pleasantries, but that will be the only conversation we'll have. We get together to fuck, not to talk."

"That's right, so is there any reamister that I should be jealous?"

"Of course not."

"Is there any reamister that I should be upset that these men are better tennis players than I am?"

"I don't know. This is dangerous territory."

"And that's why I'm addressing it. It shouldn't be dangerous territory."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm very sure."

"And you won't be hurt?"

"Remember, I'm a masochist. I want it to hurt a little bit."

"And I'm a sadist."

"So this could be fun for both of us."

Jackie smiled. "I do enjoy playing tennis with a man who has a big racket."

"I'll bet you do."

"And it should have a very stiff shaft too."

"I think that's a golf metaphor."

Giggling, Jackie said; "who cares, aren't we really talking about fucking?"

"Yes we are and you're telling me that you love getting fucked by a man with a big hard cock."

"A big stiff cock that has a nice upward curve to it. Those are my favorites."

"Will you tell me about some of your favorite men?"

"I’d love to do that." Jackie stood up. "But I'd rather do it in bed while you're worshipping me. Turn on the shower and rinse me off."

I opened the drain to the tub, turned on the water on the tub spigot and adjusted the temperature. When it was correct I turned on the shower spray and rubbed Jackie's body while the warm water rinsed the soap off of her soft skin.

As soon as I was finished Jackie stepped out of the tub. After I dried her with a large bath towel she said; "Clean up in here. I'll be waiting for you in my bedroom." And then she walked out of the bathroom, leaving me incredibly excited by her terse manner. At that moment I really was Jackie's servant.

I quickly rinsed out the tub and straightened up Jackie's bathroom. When I was done I hurried into her bedroom. My pulse was racing with excitement.

Jackie was sitting on the edge of her bed. My chastity cage was next to her. When she saw me looking at it she smiled and said, "If I'm going to tell you about my favorite studs I really do think it would be appropriate for your tiny dicklet to be locked up. We wouldn't want you to get the idea that you're the equal of any of these men, would we cucky?"

"No ma'am, we wouldn’t"

"Come here cucky."

I walked over to Jackie.

She cradled my erect penis in her hand and studied it. After a moment she said; "Your little dicklet really is amazing. It's a miniature, a toy; but it looks just like a real cock. It even works like a real cock." She gave it a firm squeeze.

I gasped from the surge of pleasure created by Jackie's fingers, but then I said; "time-out."

Jackie looked at me and sighed. "I'm sorry Artie as soon as I said that I realized it was way over the line. Please forgive me. This is exactly what I was afraid of, it's much too easy for me to get excited and go too far."

Shaking my head, I said; "No that was okay, in fact I thought it was really hot. That's not why I called time-out."

Puzzled, Jackie asked; "Then why did you do it?"

"Do you remember in one of the stories I showed you the other night the husband and wife had an agreement that if the husband gets upset he'll use their safe word?"

"Of course and that's what you just did, only now you're telling me that you're not upset."

"That's right, I'm not."

"So why did you use the safe word?"

"Because I wanted to remind you about the other thing that couple did."

"What was it?"

"The couple agreed that without the safe word, the wife would ignore any other pleas the husband might make."

"Yes now I remember. If the husband begged his wife to stop doing something; but didn't use the safe word, he was really telling her that he was enjoying what she was doing. That allowed her to callously ignore his pleas to stop and continue tormenting him. Artie that is hot. Do you want to try doing it?"

"Yes, let’s go back to what just happened. You were teasing me about the size of my cock."

"Artie, you don't have a cock. Ron and Phil have cocks. You have a little wee wee."

Realizing that Jackie had understood exactly what I was suggesting and was now creating an opportunity to try it, I said; "Please Ms. Jacqueline, don't tease me about the size of my cock."

"You mean your wee wee. Say it cucky, say please don't tease me about the size of my wee wee."

Barely able to keep a straight face, I said; "Ms. Jacqueline, please don't tease me about the size of my wee wee."

Both of us burst out laughing.

Jackie said, "Artie I never realized that talking about sex could be this much fun."

"It is fun, isn't it?"

"Yes it is and I want that to be part of our..." Jackie looked at me with a puzzled expression. "What is this Artie? I was going to call it a game. Some of it's a game, but not all of it. Teasing you about your cock is a game. I love your cock. It's not very big, but it's almost perfectly shaped and it has a lovely little head."

"It doesn't have an upward curve to it."

Giggling, Jackie said; "It's not big enough to have an upward curve."

"You're teasing me again."

"Yes I am. Now fetch a bag of ice from the kitchen. In its current condition your lovely little wee wee will never fit into this chastity cage."

I hurried to the kitchen, filled a plastic bag with ice cubes and hurried back to Jackie's bedroom. When I returned Jackie was still sitting on the edge of her bed, naked. I handed her the bag of ice. As she held it against my cock and balls, I said; "I'll bet you've never done this for Mr. Clark."

Laughing, Jackie said; "You're right about that cucky. I assure you this is something I only do for you."

We both grinned at each other.

Jackie set the bag of ice on the floor. My shriveled penis was now hanging limp between my legs. Picking up the chastity cage, she said; "Now stand still so I can put this on your beautiful little dicklet." She quickly fitted the half rings around my cock and balls, slid the plastic cock sleeve into place, slipped the padlock through the hole in the end of the pin and snapped it shut.

Looking up at me, she said; "There that should help you remember your place while I tell you about my favorite studs."

"Considering that was the first time you've put that on me, you were surprisingly efficient."

"When I took if off of you last night I paid careful attention to how it fits together."

I smiled at Jackie. "That's a good example of why your law firm values you so highly and why you've always been the dominant partner in our marriage." I quickly added, "And that observation wasn't part of any game."

Jackie stared at me. After a moment she said; "Artie, that might be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."

I shrugged. Jackie pulled me down on the bed, put her arms around me and kissed me hard on the lips. When we parted I said; "Whew, I have to write that down so I can say it again and again."

"That would be fine with me, I love it when men tell me I'm beautiful, but I like it even more when they tell me I'm smart."

"I'll try to remember that."

"Sweetie, you've always known that and the best part is that you don't even think about it, you just do it. Baby you really are the perfect husband."

"Except for sex."

"Except for fucking."

"Yes, except for fucking."

"But that's not a problem, is it cucky?"

"No ma'am."

"Why not cucky?"

"Because other men satisfy that need for you."

"And you accept that situation, don't you."

"Yes ma'am."

"Tell me why?"

"Because I want you to be happy."

Jackie was silent. After a moment she said; Artie, I really am having difficulty separating our games from our real life."

"So am I, but I don't think it's a problem."

"Why not?"

"We've only been openly addressing the issues surrounding our relationship for a few days. Eventually I'm certain that we'll figure it all out, but it may take us a little time. Right now what we need to do is keep talking and play lots of games."

Jackie nodded. "The games will help us figure what we want and don't want in our relationship."

"That's right and they're fun."

"Yes they are. Would you like to play a little more?"

I glanced down at my locked chastity cage. "I'm certainly dressed for it."

"Yes you're wearing the perfect outfit."

Except for my chastity cage I was naked. Jackie was completely naked. Chuckling, I said; "I think we're both dressed appropriately."

Jackie smiled and the she pulled herself up on the bed, lay back, spread her thighs and said; "Come lay between my legs cucky."

As I was positioning myself between Jackie's knees, she sat up and said; "Artie, there's something I forgot to tell you."

Sitting up, I asked; "What is it?"

"I called Ron today. Last night you told me that you wanted him to know the truth about our relationship." Jackie paused. She was waiting for me to confirm that I remembered telling her that.

I nodded.

Clearly relieved that I concurred with her recollection of our previous night's conversation about her boyfriend, she said; "I tried to explain our relationship, but he was having trouble understanding it, so I gave him the cuckold web sites and suggested that he look at them after his wife goes to bed tonight."

"How do you think he'll react when he sees them?"

"With a guy like Ron you never know, I mean he's pretty macho."

"Do you think we might have problems tomorrow? Maybe I should leave before he arrives."

"No Artie, absolutely not. This is where you live. We may be playing some domination games, but no one will ever make you leave our house."

"Thank you."

"If Ron can't handle this arrangement he's history and that's all there is to it."

"What if he makes a fuss?"

"I don't think he will, but if he does we'll tell him we're going to call his wife. We'll give him two choices. He can stay and play by our rules or he can leave. If he elects to leave I'll end all contact with him. Any other actions on his part will result in our calling his wife."

"Are you willing to do that?"

"Artie, Ron is a fuck. He's a very good fuck, but he's still just a fuck. He is replaceable."

"Do you think he'll actually look at the web sites tonight?"

"I'm almost certain he will. I made it clear to him that if he wants to continue screwing me he's going to have to understand and accept our new life style. He knows that you're going to be home tomorrow and you're going to be walking around the house. I also warned him that you may want to watch and if that's the decision you make I'm going to expect him to allow you to do it."

"Do you think that's a good idea? Maybe we should give him a little time to get used to all of this. I needed it."

Jackie shook her head. "I don't think so; we'll never have as much power over him as we have right now. He's still terrified that you're going to divorce me and sue him for alienation of affection."

"But if he reads the web sites he'll know that I'm not going to do that."

"It's still going to take him a little time to fully grasp what this is all about. We can use this time to acclimate him to our new life style. Ron's not stupid. It won't take him long to realize that he's a big winner in our new arrangement. Artie, while Ron is replaceable, I'd rather hang on to him. He's a really good fuck, one of the best I've ever had and I like him. You don't have to worry, I don't love him and I never could. He doesn't have the qualities you have, but I do enjoy his company. If you get to know him, I think you might too."

Smiling at Jackie, I said; "I can't begin to explain why, but I have to admit that the idea of you having a boyfriend is amazingly exciting."

"I know why."

"Tell me."

"Because you were born to be a cuckold, my cuckold."

Jackie and I stared at each other. After a moment I said, "You're right I was born to be your cuckold and your loyal servant too."

"Artie, do you really mean that?"

"Yes, and it's not a game, that's real."

Smiling, Jackie said; "We belong together."

"We're a perfect fit."

"Yes we are."

We both grinned and then I asked; "So what do I need to do tomorrow to help you convince your boyfriend that he should accept your terms so you can continue seeing each other?"

Fantastic!!!

GH!

You take all of the time and rumination you need. This is your best. That is saying a lot.
bd-owned

Balance isn't easy, but it is worth the effort. Thanks for demanding it of yourself and sharing it with us.

As always, brilliant work. Thank you 😊