Jackie and Artie

A new year treat. Thanks GH

Thanks GH, I hope they keep "playing nice". That captioned picture of a MIL is soooo not the kind of MIL nice cucks need or deserve. Of course I am romantic and not a cuck at heart, so I am not the target audience for that photo.

I know cruel debasement it is fantasy fodder for cucks and on just a sexual level biotches can sometimes seem hotter than nice gals. And I guess I am in some ways a hypocrite as I do admit that both my physical sadism towards subs and that of dominas towards subbies turn me on.

But I just dont like emotional cruelty at all, at least not outside/right after a scene. And as a guy who learned BDSM from the bottom up, I really believe in aftercare! So I guess for cucky "wimps" after care would be making sure they feel safe and protected emotionally at some time afterwards. And I guess SSCC for them would be going slow and watching for emotional breaking points. Sort of like watching bonds so they dont cut off circulation and cause nerve damage.

Wow, I feel dumb for never seeing that parallel between the proper steps for SHCC physical play and emotional/offense play before! Thanks again for showing a different way and opening my eyes to the difference!

@Paradoxical, to be clear, No offense to you ! I just checked those caps of yours and they are all very good. To be honest I did find a lot of them to be hot.

Like I said, nasty girls can sometimes be temporarily hotter than some nice gals. I just wouldnt like being a party to any of those scenarios in real life, if the cuck had to be 24/7 as portrayed. Again, just my 2 cents, and thanks for the captions/

Oldbearswitch

I stand by my stories. If you read them, the love my hot wives have for their submissive cuckold husbands is paramount. Even in Louis Makes a Decision (originally, The Devil Wears High Heels) the point of the story is that cuckolding and domination without love is just cheating and use.

Yes, I did tell paradoxical that I enjoyed his captioned pic and it was nasty , but I think the standard for a captioned pic is much different than the standard for a story. Captioned pics can be one dimensional and superficial. They're a variation of a cartoon. They don't need to be complicated. Their thrill is in their immediate punch.

I do occasionally do a few captioned pics, but they are rare. I prefer to write stories. In my stories I think I always portray couples who are deeply in love and care about each other.

GH

Hi GH, I apologize for being vague enough to make you think I dont like your stories. I do like them, because they do support nice guys winning and do portray those who fail to love and support their cuck in an unflattering light.

oldbearswitch.

I have to say that I love everything that GH writes, it is so hot and he weaves his magic spell on us.

The first thing I do when I log on is look to see if he has posted anything, and I hope that you haven't pissed him off.

Ajax.

oldbearswitch

Don't worry, the fault was mine. Anyone who's been reading my stories for very long knows that I can be a little thin skinned, especially when I'm tired and a little stressed.

Ajax

Thanks for the nice comment. My absence has been due to conflict and pressure in real life.

Timmy, Peak and jjthom

As always, thank you

GH

Jackie looked at Nattie and said; "I think we should get started."

Nattie nodded. "Have you seen anyone that interests you?"

"Not yet, but I really haven't started looking. I've been a little preoccupied."

"Okay, it's time for you to get focused and start shopping." Nattie stood up.

Jackie laughed, "I love to shop." And then she turned her chair so that she was in a better position to peruse the men standing at the bar while still being able to watch me out of the corner of her eye.

Traci stood up. "Jackie, can I bring you a glass of pinot grigio?"

Smiling, Jackie said; "That is the beverage of choice for discriminating shoppers. Thank you, I'd like that."

"How about you Nattie? Same thing?"

"Yes please."

Nattie turned to me. "Hey Cowboy, how's your beer?"

I glanced at the glass in front of me. I'd taken one sip. "I'm fine."

Looking at Nattie, Traci asked, "Cowboy?"

Jackie turned and said, "That's our new pet name for him. In private we use cuckboy, but in public Cowboy is a little more acceptable."

Traci laughed. "I love it." And then she turned and hurried over to the bar.

Nattie walked over to my table and sat down in the chair on my immediate left. This allowed her to keep an eye on both Jackie and the men at the bar while she was talking to me. As she was sitting down she said; "I hope you don't mind a little company."

Setting my Kindle down, I said; "No, in fact I think your company will be reassuring."

"That's what we thought too, and I can't think of anything I’d rather do right now than reassure you."

Suddenly, I felt Nattie's hand on my leg. I looked at her.

She smiled and began massaging my thigh.

Completely disarmed, all I could do was stare at the table top in front of me. Natalie Reid is a beautiful, sexy woman; but she is also my sister-in-law.

Nattie's hand slipped to the inside of my thigh and then I felt her fingers brush my erect penis.

I gasped.

Nattie whispered, "Like that Cowboy?"

I looked up at Jackie, my eyes pleading for help.

She was watching me. Grinning, she mouthed the words, "It's okay, just relax and enjoy yourself."

I vigorously shook my head.

Jackie laughed and went back to perusing the men at the bar.

Nattie started tracing the outline of my erection with her fingertips.

I whispered, "Nattie, you have to stop that!"

"Why Cowboy? Aren't you enjoying it?"

Totally nonplussed, I stammered; "No! I mean...well, of course I am; but..."

"But what Cowboy?" Nattie's voice was soft and sensuous. She squeezed my penis.

I mustered all of my self-control and said; "You can't do that, you’re my sister-in-law."

Keeping her hand on my penis, Nattie stopped squeezing me. "Why not, I'm just you're sister-in-law. It's not like we’re red relatives and truthfully, I'm only your half sister-in-law."

Confused, I stared at Nattie. As I realized what she was telling me, I suddenly I began to understand.

Seeing the recognition in my eyes, Nattie said; "That’s right Artie, Jackie and I do not have the same man and if you remember what Gary Conners looks like, it's really quite easy to determine which of us is actually his flower.

I looked from Nattie to Jackie and back to Nattie again. Now that I knew, it was obvious. Jackie has a fair complexion and light brown hair. Nattie's skin is richer, almost olive toned and her hair is dark brown. Jackie is slender and sinewy. Nattie, while still very sexy, is more solidly built; more athletic.

Gary Conners lives in Seattle so I don't know him very well. Still, I did spend quite a bit of time with him during the week of our wedding and since our wedding he's visited us twice a year so that he can see his grandyoungren. Gary is a slender, graceful man with light brown hair and a fair complexion. Jackie's resemblance to her man is readily apparent.

Understanding, I said; "You're telling me that Gary Conners isn't your man?"

Nattie smiled. "That's right."

"Does he know?"

"Of course he knows. Gary and my lady divorced when I was seven and Jackie was five. By that time it was fairly obvious that I probably wasn't his flower. He was divorcing my lady because he knew that she was a chronic cheater so that made the likelihood that I was maned by another man even higher."

Nodding, I said; "I see. That's why you use the name Reid, rather than Conners."

"Actually my man made me do that. Once he discovered that I wasn't his biological flower, he disowned me."

"That must have been painful."

"It was. Gary Conners raised me from the time I was born until I was seven. In my mind he will always be my man."

"That's why Jackie was so concerned about establishing that Cassie is my biological flower."

"That's right. After seeing what happened between Gary and me, Jackie was terrified by the possibility that Cassie might not be yours. Mom, Jackie and I were all relieved when we discovered that she really was your flower."

"Have you ever met your biological man?"

"No, mom doesn't even know who he is."

I shook my head. "Today, Connie told me that the other men in her life were never a threat to Gary Conners, but I guess that really wasn't true."

"No it was true and the men in Jackie's life should never be a threat to you. I was an accident."

"An accident?"

"Yes, right after they got married Gary and my mom decided they wanted to have a young, so my mom quit taking her birth control pills. She also stopped playing around with other men."

"She must not have stopped completely."

"It was early November. Gary's dad had a brother who owned a farm in Northwestern Iowa. Every fall Gary, his dad and his two brothers went to the farm for a weekend of pheasant hunting. Mom knew understood that it was also a male bonding trip so, even though she was invited, she stayed home."

"That Saturday night she went out for dinner with her good friend Jenny Frye. Jenny was also married and she enjoyed partying with other men just as much as my lady did. Because my mom was off the pill, they were planning on restricting themselves to a girl's night out without any fooling around at all. They went to a steak house that also had a nice bar. It was a little like this place, only not as expensive."

"What happened?"

"After dinner they went into the bar for a take and met two businessmen from New Jersey. They were in town for a weekend sales seminar."

"I see."

"After a couple of takes together, they invited Jenny and my mom to go back to their hotel with them. My mom's never been very good at saying no, so she agreed to go, but she since she wasn't on the pill she told them that she needed protection. Unfortunately nobody had any condoms. This was 1977; the AIDs epidemic hadn't yet started so women who were taking birth control pills didn't have to be as concerned about using condoms. It was late and the area have stores were all closed. They ended up buying condoms from a vending machine in the men's room at a freeway gas station."

"Not your highest quality product."

Quality wasn't the only problem. Paul; that's my biological man's name, or at least the name he gave my lady that night; was apparently quite well endowed. He needed magnums and they weren't available in the gas station machines. The very first rubber they used broke."

"Oh."

"Unfortunately neither of them realized it until after he’d finished cumming and pulled out. Of course by then it was too late."

"And that was prior to the invention of the morning after pill."

"Yes it was. A month later my lady missed her period. A visit to the doctor confirmed it, she was pregnant. She hoped and prayed that the man was her husband and not Paul; but as I matured, it became increasingly apparent that I wasn't Gary Conners young."

"I'm sorry."

Nattie shrugged. "I have to admit that I have mixed feelings about it."

"What do you mean?"

"While I wish I was Gary Conner's flower, I'm not and there's nothing I can do to change that. I also understand that if that rubber hadn't broken that night, I wouldn't exist and someone else would now be Gary Conner's flower."

"Yes, I see."

"I just wish that he would accept me. I know there was a time he did love me and I can't believe that someone can just stop loving somebody."

"Have you tried to talk to him?"

"Many times; he returns my letters unopened, he told Jackie that he deletes my emails without reading them and when I try to call him he hangs up as soon as he realizes it's me."

"He's hurt."

"Yes, but I didn't hurt him."

"Your lady hurt him."

"She did, but she also always loved him."

"She had another man's baby."

"It was an accident, an accident that produced me. Artie, how would you have reacted if you'd discovered that Cassie was another man's young?"

"I don't know, it would have been difficult, but I don't think I could ever stop loving her and I can't imagine ever cutting her out of my life."

"And Artie, that's why I'll always be in love with you."

"I'm your sister's husband."

"That doesn't mean I can't love you too."

Nattie gave my penis a squeeze. "That doesn't mean that you'll ever get a chance to fuck me."

I laughed. "I didn't think it did."

Leaning over, Nattie whispered; "But I hear that you give wonderful head, so I hope that someday soon I will get to feel your tongue in my pussy."

My face flushed with embarrassment.

Nattie tongued my ear and said; "I also understand that you like to kiss and lick Jackie's ass."

Shocked, I stiffened.

Giggling, Nattie said; "Jackie and I are not only half-sisters, we're also best friends. We tell each other everything. Cowboy, I love having my ass licked, but I've only met one guy who enjoyed doing it. Most guys won't even consider it."

"May I ask who the guy was who enjoyed doing it?"

"Sure Cowboy, you can ask me anything."

"Who was he?"

"His name was Milton Craig. Everyone called him Miltie. Miltie was my botany lab partner during the fall of my junior year at Kelroy. He was a lot like you; slender, not very tall, cute as a button and as sweet as homemade candy."

"I'm not sure a guy likes to be thought of as being cute as a button."

Nattie laughed. "Get used to it cuckboy. We all think you're as cute as a button and were not going to be willing to pretend otherwise."

"I see." My voice reflected my embarrassment.

"Come on sweetie, we love you and yes, we also think you're outrageously sexy; sort of like a debonair socialite."

Smiling, I said; "I like debonair socialite better than cute as a button."

Nattie gave my penis a gentle squeeze. "I'll bet you do cutie pie."

"You like to tease, don't you Nattie."

"I do and that's what got me into trouble with Miltie."

"In trouble? What happened?"

"Like I said, we were botany lab partners. That fall we spent a lot of time together. We became friends, good friends. Unfortunately Miltie was kind of shy and I liked to tease him. No, it was more than that, a lot more than that."

"What do you mean?"

"Jackie has a bit of a sadistic streak. So does my mom."

"Yes, I've become quite aware of that."

"I have one too. I guess all the Reid girls have one."

"All right."

"When Miltie and I became friends he started hanging around my apartment a lot. That was fine with me; I really did enjoy his company. In his own way he was charming and kind of gallant. It was also easy to manipulate him and it wasn't long before I had him doing my laundry, cooking my food and cleaning my apartment. I also got a thrill out of making him beg for sex and I quickly discovered that I could get him to lick my pussy and ass for hours in exchange for as little as a handjob."

Nattie was actually describing the relationship with Jackie that I'd created in my imagination. Nervously, I said; "You realize that you're describing the relationship that Jackie and I have."

"Yes I do, but there’s one significant difference in the relationship you and Jackie have. She makes sure that you know you're loved. I didn't do that with Miltie and it’s now one of my greatest regrets.”

"What happened?"

"My teasing, degrading and domination of Miltie became increasingly cruel. Artie I was young and stupid and the power I felt when I was teasing and tormenting him was exciting. I can't begin to tell you how much I wish I could go back and change the way I treated that lovely guy."

Nattie sighed. "But I can't and one night it all blew up."

"Tell me."

"Miltie was at my apartment. We were watching television. Over the past month, I'd become increasingly stingy about granting him any kind of sex. He wasn't even getting handjobs anymore. If he wanted to cum he had to masturbate while he was either licking my ass or kissing my feet."

"You do realize that many of the men visiting cuckold web sites would think this was an unbelievably exciting fantasy."

"Yes, for some men I'm sure it does make a pretty good fantasy, but in reality it can be horribly unpleasant; believe me, I know."

"So what did happen?"

"Earlier that evening, I'd gotten a call from Myron Long. Myron was a big black guy that I knew from the dance clubs."

"Myron Long?"

Nattie giggled. "He was appropriately named."

"That doesn’t surprise me."

"It shouldn't. Our mom, your wife and I are all size queens."

"I learned that last night."

"Anyway, Myron was a couple of years older than I was and incredibly sexy. He also had that attitude of casual arrogance common among street wise black men. Sex with him was incredibly hot. I don't know if you're aware of this, but you're wife, our mom and I all occasionally enjoy a man who treats us like a slut."

"Yes, Jackie's told me about that."

"Well Myron was a classic."

"I see."

"Anyway, I invited him to come over, but I didn't tell Miltie he was coming and I didn't tell Myron that Miltie would be there."

"This doesn't sound good."

"It wasn't. It was one of the stupidest things I've ever done. When Myron arrived and saw Miltie he asked what the wimp was doing there."

"He really asked that?"

"Yes and it gets worse."

"Tell me."

I was excited and getting off on the kinkiness of the situation so I told Myron not to worry about Miltie, he was just my maid."

"You didn't."

"I did and every time I think about it now, I want to cringe."

"Yeah, it doesn't sound like it was your finest moment."

"It wasn't."

"What happened next?"

"Before Myron arrived Miltie had been sitting on the couch with me, but when he went to sit down again I told him that was Myron's spot. Myron and I both laughed as Miltie obediently sat down in the chair across from the couch."

"How did he take that?"

"I don't really know. At that moment I was so wrapped up in my own pleasure and excitement that I wasn't paying much attention to Miltie's reaction to what was happening. I wish I had paid more attention. If I had I might have stopped pushing him so hard."

"What did you do?"

"Myron and I sat down on the couch and immediately started making out. While we were making out Myron was slowly undressing me. It wasn't long before he had my blouse unbuttoned, my bra unhooked and my jeans and panties down around my knees."

"And Miltie was sitting in the chair across from you, watching."

"In my mind he wasn’t just watching, he was obediently watching and that got me even more excited."

"So what happened next?"

"I opened Myron's pants and took out his cock. Artie, Myron is big, amazingly big. As soon as I had it out I leaned over and kissed it and then I looked across at Miltie and told him that this was a man's cock, not a little boy's wee wee like he had."

"How did he react to that?"

"He just stared at me. That should have been a signal to back off, but by then I was so excited by my little power trip that I didn't pay any attention to what was happening with Miltie. Instead I stupidly pushed him even harder. I told him that I was going to suck Myron's big beautiful black cock and if he wanted he could take out his little wee wee and jack off while he watched because that was all little boys got to do."

"Whew, that was harsh."

"Artie, I am so ashamed of myself for saying that."

"We all do things that we later regret. What did Miltie do?"

"I'd finally pushed him over the edge. He stood up and said no. His voice was controlled, but the undertone of hurt and anger was unmistakable. He stared at me and told me that he once thought I was his friend, that I cared about him, but apparently he'd been wrong. It was now clear that I felt only contempt for him."

Nattie paused for a moment and then she said; "Myron stood up and moved towards Miltie. It looked like he was going to hit him. I grabbed him and screamed that he should leave him alone. Myron relaxed and Miltie took that opportunity to turn and run out of my apartment. I started to follow him, but since my jeans were down around my ankles and my blouse was unbuttoned I had to put myself back together before I could do anything. By the time I got down to the street in front of my apartment Miltie was over a block away."

"So what happened after that?'

I went back upstairs, but I didn't feel like partying with Myron anymore. Myron is actually a pretty nice guy, so he understood. We talked for a while about what had happened. We agreed that we'd both been inexcusably stupid and then he left. After he was gone I tried to call Miltie, but he refused to answer his telephone."

"Did you ever get a chance to talk to him?"

"I wanted to apologize so badly, but Miltie never gave me a chance." Nattie shrugged. "I don't really blame him. I really was an asshole. The next day he withdrew from the botany class and whenever I saw him on campus he'd turn and walk the other way. When I tried to call him he'd hang up as soon as he realized it was me. The semester ended just before Christmas. Miltie went home for the break and never came back."

"So you've never had a chance to apologize."

"No and I would still love to be able to do that."

"Have you seen Myron Long since then?"

"Yes, we still occasionally get together. He wishes he could apologize to Miltie too."

Nattie smiled at me. The sadness in her eyes was evident. I smiled back at her.

For a moment we looked at each other in silence and then Nattie sighed. "Artie, I really blew it. Miltie was a wonderful guy. All I had to do was make sure that he knew I loved him. If I'd been smart enough to do that we might have been perfect for each other."

"Why don’t you try to contact him now?"

"I wouldn't know where to begin looking for him and even if I could find him, I can’t imagine that he’d be willing to talk to me. No Artie, I doubt that I‘ll ever see Miltie again, but I did learn from that experience. So did Jackie and my mom."

"What do you mean?"

"Artie you are going to be the most loved cuckold who ever existed. Jackie, my mom and I are all going to see to that."

As we both grinned at each other Nattie gave my cock another squeeze.

Thx GH...

Lesmisters learned the hard way GH? You continue to excel yourself here. Thanks.

Thank you GH. It looks like that all the ladies have learned from Nattie's missteps.

Excellent as always. I like the way this is going with the sister an MIL. Lots of twists coming. I am
curious too see where things go with the waitress as well. Please keep going!!
Thanks

GH,
The stage is set. I hope Artie is strapped in because it is going to be one heck of a roller coaster ride. He obviously will have plenty of support. I am really looking forward to each segment.
Thanks,
JJ.

Zinc, Peak, Timmy, monstrol and jjthom

Thank you for the comments.

Mostrol, the waitress, Traci Dylan, appears in both "April's Story" and "Courtesan" She is actually a significant character in "April's Story".

Gentlemen, thank you again.

GH

I laughed.

Nattie smiled, but then her gaze suddenly moved to Jackie. For a moment her eyes shifted back and forth between Jackie and the men at the bar and then she turned to me and whispered; "Artie, I think your wife just found her playmate for the evening."

My stomach filling with butterflies, I stared at Nattie with a puzzled expression.

She said; "Artie, watch her, you’ll see. Jackie really is good at this; better than either my lady or me."

I pulled myself together and turned my attention to my wife. Her gaze was fixed on the bar. Remembering what she'd told me earlier, I followed Jackie’s eyes and immediately picked out the object of her attention. He was a tall man, at least six foot three. Broad shouldered with a muscular torso, he reminded me of the athletes Jackie dated before we were engaged.

Chuckling to myself, I realized that I had to revise that statement. I now knew that Jackie never really stopped dating those jocks. In fact, she not only continued dating them after we were engaged; she was still dating them after we were married.

Excited by that thought, I continued my appraisal of Jackie's stud. He was a handsome man with chiseled facial features that brought to mind a western movie hero. His full head of long wavy brown hair was combed straight back. He carried himself with an air of self-assured dignity and when he spoke, the men standing around him at the bar listened intently. Pangs of jealousy crept into my gut as I realized that this was a man of obvious substance,

Next to me, Nattie whispered; "He really is a dreamboat."

I looked at her.

Immediately fearing that she might have upset me, Nattie said; "Artie, I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to..."

I smiled. "It's okay; I think I'd be disappointed if Jackie picked out a homely man."

Nattie laughed. You don't have to worry about that. When it comes to selecting playmates all three of us are quite fussy." She gave my penis a gentle squeeze and asked; "You doing okay big guy?"

I nodded.

While this was occurring, Traci returned from the bar. Without saying anything she set a glass of wine in front of my wife and then she walked over to our table. There was a second glass of wine and another bottle of Stella on her tray. After setting the glass of wine in front of Nattie, she set the bottle of beer next to my still nearly full glass.

Not sure what to do and concerned about running up a large bar tab, I nervously said; "I didn’t order that."

Traci nodded. "I know you didn't, but the manager of the Goldenrod thinks that Connie, Jackie, Nattie and some of the other women who come here are good for business, so they take for free. Since you're Jackie's husband, I decided to extend that same courtesy to you."

As I was about to protest, Nattie put her hand on my arm and said, ""Thank you Traci." And then she opened her purse and took out a five dollar bill. Handing it to me, she said; “Cowboy, please tip her."

Traci raised the hem of her skirt. I folded the bill down the middle and slipped it under the strap of her garter. As soon as it was secure Traci lowered her skirt, leaned over, kissed my cheek and said; "I just love little cowboys."

I blushed. Next to me, Nattie chuckled and gave my cock another firm squeeze.

Traci gave me another peck on the cheek and said; "Please excuse me, I have to take care of a couple of tables. I'll check back in a few minutes."

Nattie and I both watched as she hurried over to the table where the three women had been sitting alone. Three men from the bar had just joined them.

Nattie whispered to me, "It looks like those three going to have fun tonight."

Nodding, I said; "I wonder if their husbands know what they're doing."

Nattie laughed. "Artie, you are a little cuckboy, aren't you."

I grinned.

"Well cuckboy, check out your wife and her prospective playmate."

I looked at Jackie, she was smiling. I glanced at the man at the bar. She’d caught his eye and he was now watching her. I moved my chair so that I could see both of them at the same time. Jackie started lasciviously licking her lips. It was an overtly lewd display and the fact that it was directed at another man created feelings of both arousal and apprehension for me.

The man raised his eyebrows and then he tilted his head and smiled. He was asking a silent question. Jackie slowly nodded. She was responding with an equally silent answer.

He turned. After saying something to the men who were standing at the bar, he picked up his take and walked slowly over to my wife. The other men all watched him leave with obvious envy.

When he arrived at Jackie's table he said; "I'm Clayton Taylor. May I join you?"

Jackie gestured towards the empty chair next to her; "I was hoping you would. I'm Jackie Conners."

As Mr. Taylor sat down, he said; "You're here all alone."

Shaking her head, Jackie answered; "My sister is here too. She’s sitting with that gentleman over there." She nodded towards me.

After giving me a quick glance, Mr. Taylor turned back to my wife. "That scrawny guy reading the Kindle? An Interesting choice for such a beautiful woman."

"She has a taste for slender intellectual men."

"Do you share that same taste?"

"Actually I do, my husband looks very much like him."

"You mean he’s a scrawny, bookish wimp."

Jackie frowned. "You're talking about my husband."

"Yes I am and you can’t tell me that I’m wrong.”

“Why can’t I?”

“He has to be a wimp. He’s got a beautiful wife and it’s obvious that he can't satisfy her."

"Who said he can't satisfy me?"

"If he could, you wouldn't be here."

"My being here has nothing to do with my husband's ability to satisfy me and I'm beginning to think that inviting you to sit down may have been a mistake." Jackie's voice was suddenly frosty and aloof. She moved her chair away from him.

Holding up his hands in a gesture of surrender, Mr. Taylor said; "Hey I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that..." He hesitated.

"It's just that what?" Jackie's voice was still tinged with frost, but now I had the suspicion that she was merely toying with her prey.

"I mean, you're here sitting alone in this bar filled with men and well, you did smile at me."

"Yes I did smile at you."

"But then you told me that your husband makes you happy and..." Clayton Taylor shook his head. "Jackie Conners, you have me a little confused."

Jackie smiled at him. "Clayton, my husband does satisfy me, I just happen to occasionally enjoy a little variety."

Clearly relieved by the warmer tone in Jackie's voice, Mr. Taylor smiled back at her and said; "Of course." But then he paused. After a moment he asked; "Does your husband know about your fondness for variety?"

"Clayton, you're wearing a wedding ring."

Nodding sheepishly, he answered; "Yes I am."

"Are you going to tell your wife about meeting me?"

"No I ah..." Clearly flustered, he stopped and then sighing, he admitted; "No, I'm not."

"Well I am.”

Mr. Taylor looked at Jackie with a puzzled expression. “I don’t understand. “

“When I get home tonight, I’m going to tell my husband about you, all about you."

"You are?"

"Yes I am." Jackie pulled her chair closer to Clayton Taylor and said in a whisper loud enough for Nattie and me to hear; "I'm going to tell him all about your great big cock. I really hope that you know how to use it."

Clayton Taylor flushed.

Nattie leaned over and whispered; "You do understand that she's doing this for your benefit."

Nodding, I said; "Yes, but I think she's enjoying it too."

Giggling, Nattie said; "Oh she is and so am I."

I turned to Nattie and smiled. "Me too."

Nattie stared at me. "Are you Artie? Does watching your wife flirt with another man get you hot?"

While admitting my cuckold fantasies to someone else was still difficult, at that moment I was unbelievably aroused. Staring back at Nattie, I took a deep breath and said; "Yes, more than you can possibly imagine."

Nattie laughed. "I don't know about that Cowboy, I have a pretty good imagination."

I continued watching my wife and her new friend. Clayton Taylor’s eyes were closed. He was taking slow deep breaths. Jackie's bluntness had temporarily disarmed him. Still, he was a strong, confident man. A man not easily cowed. Quickly gathering his wits, he smiled at my wife and said; "I've been told that I do. I hope that tonight I'll have an opportunity to give you a demonstration."

"Just a demonstration?"

"Actually I was hoping that we might have time for a full performance."

"Is it a one act play?"

Mr. Taylor laughed. "No, I'm good for three full acts."

"Really? You must be an accomplished director."

"I'll admit that I do like to be in charge."

Jackie moved so that her body was pressed against Mr. Taylor’s. As she snuggled up to him, she said; "I love a man who knows how to take charge."

Placing his fingers on my wife's cheek, Clayton Taylor gently turned her head so that she was facing him. For a second he looked into her eyes and then he leaned over and kissed Jackie softly on the lips.

As I watched my wife return this handsome stranger’s kiss I was overwhelmed by a myriad of emotions. Feelings of jealousy, angst, envy, fear, offense and arousal all surged through me. While I’d expected those responses, I was surprised to discover that every one of them was eclipsed by a staggering and undeniable desire to serve my wife. At that moment I understood that this had always been our destiny. I was Jackie’s submissive husband and she was my goddess. Enjoying other men was one of her privileges and as her cuckold it was my duty to support her.

Next to me, Nattie whispered, "Cowboy, are you all right?"

"Yes, Ms. Natalie; I am."

"Ms. Natalie? Cowboy, tell me; what you're thinking about right now."

"I'd like to tell you, but I'm afraid you'll laugh at me."

Gently kissing my cheek, Nattie said; "Years ago, I made that mistake with Miltie. I promise you I will never do that again."

I wanted to believe Nattie. I wanted to trust her. I wanted to confide in her. I desperately wanted to open my soul to her. I studied her face; the sincerity in her eyes was genuine. I decided it was worth the risk. Taking a deep breath, I said; "Right now I wish I was on my knees, underneath that table, kissing Jackie's feet."

For a moment Nattie stared at me in silence and then she whispered, "Artie honey, I think that might be the most erotic admission I’ve ever heard."

Thanks GH, for another excellent and eagerly awaited segment.

Ajax.

Thanks GH, this story is getting better and better

Painting the materpiece with words...thanks GH

Ajax, Timmy and Zinc

Thank you

GH

"Nattie, do you think I'm weird?"

"Artie, we're all weird. So what? I'm happy for you. You're beginning to embrace your sexual fantasies. They're harmless, they're fun and you just happen to be in a situation where they can actually become real."

"Not really."

"Why?"

"This is a public restaurant. I can't just crawl over to Jackie and start kissing her feet. I'd get arrested and if I didn't get arrested Mr. Taylor would probably kick my ass."

Laughing, Nattie said; "You are right about that. Artie, I wasn't suggesting that you make that particular fantasy a reality, at least not tonight and definitely not in a public restaurant." She paused. After a moment she said; "Although, now that I think about it, it really wouldn't be all that difficult to turn that particular fantasy into a reality."

"Nattie, if I got arrested, I'd lose my job and I'd be a laughing stock."

"Artie, we wouldn't do it in public. Connie has some friends with rather sophisticated tastes. They're all mature, well-educated and very open minded." She grinned at me. "Actually they're the kinkiest people I've ever met. They love to throw parties and their parties are always memorable events."

"Do you go to them?"

"Of course I do."

"Does Jackie?"

"Yes Artie, she does."

"I gather that they're sex parties."

"Yes, they are."

"Do they have them very often?"

"About once a month."

"Do you go very often?"

"I never miss them."

"Does Jackie go to all of them too?"

"Yes Artie, she does."

"To all of them?"

"Yes, to all of them."

"I see."

"Artie, don't be sad. They're just sex parties." Nattie rubbed my cock. "And now you can go to them too."

"Nattie, you're feeling my penis right now. It's not very big and when I try to fuck Jackie, I cum almost immediately. I wouldn't be very popular at a swingers party."

"Honey, this isn't just a swingers party, oh sure, there's lots of swapping between couples; but these parties are so much more. These are sex parties, fantasy sex parties."

"Fantasy sex parties?"

"That's right."

"What kind of fantasies?"

"The people who host these parties only have few simple rules, adults only, everything has to be safe and consensual and everyone is expected to be discreet about what happens at the parties. Artie you could go to these parties as Jackie's slave, or even as her pet."

"Won't they laugh at me?"

"Only if you tell them that's part of your fantasy."

"Really?"

"Artie, there will be at least one couple at the party who practice gender reversal."

"Gender reversal?"

"The husband dresses in women's clothes and the wife dresses like a man."

"And they have sex?"

"Oh yes."

"With others at the party?"

"Of course."

"Are they gay?"

"They’re both bisexual. I've fucked the husband. Jackie and Connie have too. We’ve also watched him suck another man’s cock."

"You just said that you’ve fucked him. Was he dressed like a woman when you did it?”

“Yes he was. Kind of kinky isn’t it.”

Does he have a big cock?"

"No, actually it's smaller than yours."

"But you said you fucked him."

"Hey, I let guys with small cocks fuck me, but I think you misunderstood what I was telling you. He's never fucked me or Jackie or Connie either. We all fucked him."

"You fucked him?"

"With a strap-on. You do know what that is, don't you?"

"Yes, of course I do. I've seen them in porn films. Hey! Wait a minute. You’re telling me that Jackie fucked a guy with a strap-on?"

"Yes, Connie and I have too. We've also fucked women with them. Does that bother you?"

"No I guess it doesn't."

"It shouldn't. Artie, it's just fun."

Sighing, I said; "I know, it's just that sometimes finding out about Jackie's secret life is kind of difficult."

"I know sweetie, but now you do know about it and that means you get to be part of it."

"I know."

"Artie, Jackie loves you. Connie and I do too. We're sorry that we lied to you. We were afraid. We were afraid that Jackie would lose you and you’d get hurt in the process."

"I understand, but it's still going to take me some time to get used to all of this."

Suddenly I grasped the full ramifications of Nattie's last disclosure and started to chuckle.

Nattie stared at me. After a moment, she asked; "Artie, what's so funny?"

I grinned at her. "Nattie, I really did marry into a family of sexual free spirits, didn't I."

"Yes Artie, you really did." And then she leaned over and whispered into my ear; "And right now you're sitting in a cocktail lounge watching your wife make out with a man she just met while your sister-in-law plays with your penis. Isn't life wonderful?"

Laughing, I said; "Yes Nattie, it really is."

hi GH,

this story is a wonderful outline for a woman to bring her husband along for the fun she is having. you have quite a way with words being conforting as well as dominant to the husband. can't wait to see where this is going to go. shaping up to be another long one.....

sallyann

Hi GH,

I love getting up in the morning and finding you have posted another segment, it sets me up for the day.

thanks.

Ajax.

Very nice writing.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Classic GH

Its a wonderful life.

Could be a film in there somewhere ...

Damn fine GH, damn fine.

GH

I've been missing from this site for a while and have just found your new story.
Wow!!!
You are certainly the master of good storytelling and the creator of really interesting and believable characters.
This story, I am sure, will be used by many "wannabees" to help their wives understand their needs and what cuckolding is all about.
I am thoroughly enjoying the ride!!!
Please keep up the good work.

G.
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Sallyann

I always enjoy hearing from you. Thanks for the comment. I'm glad you're enjoying this story.

Ajax

Thanks, I'll have to be more diligent about writing. On another note, I'm just happy to get up in the morning.

Donna

Thank you

P.S. When I look at that picture you have by your name I always get a little stiffy. Thanks for that too.

Timmy

As always, thanks

Peak

If I am going to turn this into "It's a wonderful Life" I'll have to write a scene where Nattie has an affair with Santa Claus. I'm not sure I want to picture the old boy stripped down to his tidy whities. Plus I'd probably have to include Rudolph in the scene and then no one would post the story.

Greenman

Great to hear from you. I hope this is an indication that we may soon be treated to more of your stories. Thanks for the comment.

Everyone

Thank you again

GH

While we were talking Nattie and I had both continued keeping a covert eye on Jackie and her prospective playmate for the evening.

After their first kiss Mr. Taylor put his arm around my wife and then they sat cuddled together at Jackie's table flirting, giggling, exchanging quick kisses and playing little touchy feely games. They mostly talked in whispers, but when we could hear them their conversation dripped with sexual innuendo.

If you'd described this scene to me a day earlier I would have imagined that witnessing it would have been extraordinarily painful. Oddly, it wasn't turning out that way. In fact, I was finding it to be not only arousing, but fascinating too. While I did understand that this reaction was partly due to the constant stimulation Nattie was providing me; I knew that wasn't the only cause.

My conversations with Jackie, Connie and Nattie were having a positive effect. I was feeling increasingly confident about admitting to and accepting predilections that had previously been sources of shame for me. As I sat in that cocktail lounge watching my wife flirt with another man, a man who would later be taking her to his hotel room so that he could usurp my marital rights, concerns about the opinions that other people might have about the lifestyle Jackie and I were choosing were rapidly diminishing in importance. I was beginning to feel that concealing the true nature of our marital relationship might not be quite as essential as I originally thought it was.

Suddenly Mr. Taylor pulled his chair back and said to Jackie, "Please excuse me, I have to visit the men's room."

As he stood up Jackie smiled at him and said; "Hurry back."

He gave her a quick nod and hustled off to the back hallway where the restrooms were located.

As soon as he was gone Jackie stood up and hurried over to our table. When she was next to me she leaned over, kissed my cheek and said; "Artie honey, are you doing okay?"

Grinning at her, I said; "Actually I'm having a really good time."

"You are? “The surprise in Jackie's voice was evident.

"Yes, I am. Your sister is taking good care of me."

Nattie smiled.

Jackie looked down and saw Nattie's hand in my lap. Laughing, she said; "Yes, I see she's taking very good care of you. Well when I get home I plan to take even better care of you."

I looked up at her and said; "I hope you take very good care of Mr. Taylor first."

"Artie!" Jackie stared at me in shock.

I shrugged. "Isn't that the idea?"

"Well yes, but I thought you'd be jealous."

"Do you want me to be jealous?"

Jackie hesitated. After a second she said, "No, but... Oh Artie this is all so confusing. I don't know what I'm thinking."

I patted Jackie's hand. "It's okay, I understand. I still get confused too, but I am starting to get more comfortable with the situation."

"Are you Artie? I'm still scared that you're going to get mad and leave me. Sweetheart, all you have to do is ask and I'll dump Clayt. We'll go straight home and when we get there I'll do things with you that will make your head spin."


"Jackie, if I asked you to do that I'd be a lousy cuckold husband and if you agreed to do it you’d be a poor excuse for a hot wife. No, I want you to go to Mr. Taylor's hotel room and do things for him that will make his head spin and then when you do come home I want you to sit on my face and tell me all about it."

"Really?

"Yes, really."

"Won't you be jealous?"

"Of course I will, but that's the lot of the cuckold and as my hot wife it's your responsibility to make me jealous."

"Artie, I think I'm the one who's supposed to be saying things like that."

"Jackie, do you love me?"

"More than life itself."

"And tonight you're just out having a little fun, correct?"

"Yes, that's exactly right."

"So I really don't have anything to worry about, do I?"

Jackie laughed. "No Artie, you don't."

"Okay, now that we've settled that can I ask you a serious question?"

Jackie's smile disappeared. In a very tentative voice, she said; "Of course."

With a deadpan expression I asked, "Does Mr. Taylor have a big cock?"

Jackie stared at me. After a moment she started laughing and said; "Yes cuckboy, he has a very big cock."

"I want you to make me a promise."

Realizing that I was teasing her, Jackie said; "Okay, cowboy; what is it?"

"As soon as you get to his hotel room I want you to promise me that you'll give him a really good blow job."

Feigning distress, Jackie said; "Oh Mr. Arthur please don't make me do that."

I responded in an exaggerated deep voice. "Woman that is your mission and I expect you to carry it out."

Next to us, Nattie said; "You guys are a stitch, but you'd better get serious again. Jackie, you're playmate just returned from the powder room."

Jackie and I turned. Clayton Taylor was walking over to us.

Jackie looked at me frantically. "Artie is this going to be okay?"

"Yes Jackie, it will be fine. Just introduce me to Mr. Taylor as your sister's friend."

Nattie said; "Artie honey, I think it's really hot that you're calling this man Mr. Taylor, but when Jackie introduces him the situation will be a lot less complicated if you call him Clayt."

"Yes, good point."

When Mr. Taylor got to our table he put his arm around my wife's waist, pulled her to him and said; ""Hey babe, did you miss me?"

Rolling her eyes, Jackie said; "Yes, those minutes you were gone were nearly unbearable."

Looking at me, Mr. Taylor said; "This woman has spunk, I like that."

I smiled and nodded politely.

Quickly moving the conversation along, Jackie said; "Clayt, I'd like you to meet my sister, Nattie Reid and her friend Arthur Hammond. Nattie, Arthur; this is my new friend Clayton Taylor."

I stood up. As soon as I was standing I realized that my erect penis was making a tiny tent in the front of my trousers. Taking a quick glance around, I saw that Mr. Taylor, Jackie and Nattie had all noticed it and were smiling. I was certain they were all thinking that if the situation had been reversed the tent in the front of Mr. Taylor's trousers would have been much larger.

Immediately understanding that there was nothing I could do to save face, I decided to ignore my predicament. Smiling sheepishly, I extended my hand and said; "Clayton, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Taking my hand, Mr. Taylor said; "Please call me Clayt."

"Please call me Artie."

"Artie, it's a pleasure to meet you too."

A little thrill rippled through my loins as I realized that I was shaking hands with a man who would later be fucking my wife.

Mr. Taylor turned to Jackie and asked; "Can I get you another glass of wine?"

Jackie looked at him and said; "You could, but frankly I rather go back to your hotel room and give you a blow job."

For a moment Mr. Taylor stared at my wife with a shocked expression, but then quickly regaining his composure, he turned to me and said; "I just love a woman who speaks her mind."

Nattie and I both laughed.

Jackie said; "So what do you say big boy, are we leaving or staying?"

Shaking his head, Mr. Taylor said; "Damn that aint even a contest." He took my wife's arm. "Come on pretty lady, let's go look at the etchings in my hotel room."

"You have an art collection in your hotel room?" Jackie was giggling.

Mr. Taylor said; "Actually it's a cheap print hanging over the bed, but it will have to do."

All three of us burst out laughing.

Jackie said. "That works for me."

Mr. Taylor said; "Nattie and Artie, it was a pleasure to meet you," And then he looked at my wife and said; "Jackie, shall we shall we adjourn to my hotel room so we can expand our cultural horizons?"

"Only if you promise that it will include some penetrating conversation." Jackie was giggling.

As Mr. Taylor led my wife to the door leading out of the bar, he said; "I can assure you that it will be deeply penetrating."

A perfect start to a snowy Sunday!.

Thanks.

Ajax.