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The following morning was Friday, a workday for Abby and Jeanne. They were both up at six. While I didn’t have to go to work I still got up with them.Abby had come prepared with an overnight bag so she could go straight into the office with Jeanne without having to stop at her house.Abby and Jeanne both dressed in what they called business slut, slacks tailored to be tight in the rear, daringly low cut ruffled blouses worn over skimpy lace brassieres and two inch heels. The lower heels were a concession to comfort.I dressed in well worn khakis and a baggy sweatshirt. Breakfast was coffee, juice and whole wheat toast. For a minute or two the three of us ate in silence. Finally Jeanne said, “Micheal, it’s Friday.”I was reading the previous day’s college basketball scores in the sports page. I set the newspaper down. As I took a sip of my coffee I noticed that Abby was watching me carefully.I knew why Jeanne was reminding me that it was Friday. The past several Friday evenings Jeanne had been hosting a sex party with Abby, Ruth, David, Ruth’s boyfriend, Matt Haynes and Abby’s bisexual friends, Mark and Bobby. While I was every bit as excited about the party as they were, I couldn’t resist an opportunity to tease Jeanne and Abby, so I decided to have a little fun and for just a moment play the role of an obtuse accountant. Looking at both women, I casually answered, “Yes it is.”Jeanne continued, “I’ve told you about the parties we’ve hosted here for the past several Fridays.”I stared at Jeanne with a puzzled expression. She waited. Abby did too. Finally I said, “I remember you mentioning something about a party, but I forget the details. Could you refresh my memory.”Now it was Jeanne’s turn to stare at me. “Michael, we’ve talked about these parties constantly. I’ve told you about them in graphic detail. I’m sure you remember….” Her voice trailed off. She was silent. After a moment she said, “You’re teasing me, aren’t you.”Grinning, I said, “Yes I am. Of course I remember the parties and I haven’t forgotten that you were planning one for tonight.”Abby was laughing. Jeanne said, “It’s not nice to tease your wife.”“Even about a sex party she’s planning?”“Especially about a sex party she’s planning.”Still giggling, Abby asked, “So are we on for tonight? I have to call Mark and Bobby and let them know what’s happening. I’m sure Ruth, David and Matt are going to want to know too.”I smiled at both women. “As far as I’m concerned we’re still on. Frankly I’ll be disappointed if it doesn’t happen. I’ve been looking forward to it all week.”Sighing with relief, Jeanne said, “Thank you Michael, we’re going to have so much fun tonight.”Nodding, Abby said, “Yes we are, but we still have a question to discuss.”Jeanne looked at her friend and asked, “What’s that?”“What role is Micheal going to choose for tonight?” Abby turned to me. “Are you going to be a lover, a stud, a participant? Or are you going to be a cuckold, an observer, a spectator.” She smiled. “You can even be a submissive cuck, a servant like David.”After taking a moment to consider Abby’s question, I said, “I am a cuckold. I’m learning that I enjoy that role.”Jeanne said, “This is so hot.”Placing a finger to her lips, Abby said, “Jeanne, hush, let him tell us what he wants. We already know what you want. You want Mark to fuck your ass.”Giggling, Jeanne said, “Yes I do.”I said, “I want that too, only I want to watch.”Abby said, “And you can.”“But I want to watch as a passive cuckold.”Jeanne asked, “What does that mean Michael?”“I want to wear the cage tonight. I want to be a spectator. Jeanne, I love watching.”“Micheal, are you sure about that? Abby, Ruth and I would love to take turns sucking your cock during the party.”Shaking her head, Abby said, “Last night you made me promise to keep your cage an intimate secret between the three of us. Now you want to include five more people. I don’t understand.”“Believe me, I still want to hold you to that promise. I’m not yet ready to have this secret appear as a banner headline on the front page of The New York Times.”Grinning, Jeanne said, “That would be a bit embarrassing.” I winked at her. She giggled. Abby laughed.I continued, “Last night, as I was falling asleep, I thought about the question Abby just asked me. What role do I want to play at tonight’s party?” Shrugging, I said, “I’m a cuckold. That’s my fantasy. Tonight we’re getting together with a group of discreet people. I have good reason to believe that all five of them can be trusted.”Abby nodded, “You’re correct. All of them are very discreet.”“How often are any of us presented with an opportunity to actually act out our sexual fantasies?”Abby started giggling. Jeanne glared at her and asked, “What?”Still giggling, Abby said, “You and I are presented with that opportunity several times a week and we almost always jump at the chance.”Shaking her head, Jeanne said, “Hey, my husband is trying to be serious.”Suddenly solemn, Abby said, “Actually I am too. Jeanne, you and I are taking every opportunity to live out our sexual fantasies. We both dress and act like sluts all the time. You love it when your neighbors see your male callers parking in your driveway.”“I do.” Jeanne was smiling.“Your husband has recognized that tonight he is being provided with a safe opportunity to experience his fantasy. Do you really think that Mark and Bobby or Ruth, David and Matt will be judgmental?”“No, not at all.” Jeanne looked at me. “Okay, I understand. Tonight you’re going to be my cuckold husband, but I’m still not sure what that really means? How will you be dressed? How do you want to be treated?”“I’m not David. I’m not a submissive masochist. I don’t want to be humiliated. I just want it to be clear that I can’t participate. Tonight I want to be an observer and nothing more. I thought I’d dress in khakis and a polo shirt just like I did when you entertained Jack the other night.”Abby smiled. “I like that, in fact I think it’s really hot. You’re an observer watching other men fuck your wife.”Laughing, I said, “That’s correct, but Abby, you just made it seem a whole lot kinkier.”“Michael, my dear and I do mean, almanbahis my dear. I’m already madly in love with you. Please understand that for me, kinkier and better are synonyms.”Jeanne, Abby and I all grinned. I said, “I really want the two of you to meet my friends, Amy and Mel.”“We want that too Michael.” Jeanne stood up. “But now we have to go to work.”Abby stood up. “Yes we do.”I stood, walked over to them and gathered them together in my arms. As we hugged, I said, “I’m so glad that we found each other.”Pressing her cheek against my chest, Abby said, “I can’t begin to express how much the two of you mean to me.”Jeanne whispered, “I think we might be the three luckiest people in the world.”Nodding, I said, “I agree.”Jeanne and Abby left for work. I spent the day in my basement shop. I’d like to say that the day went quickly. I can’t. That would be a lie. Time passed at a glacial pace. I couldn’t stop thinking about the evening ahead of me.At three the telephone rang. I answered it. It was Jeanne. “Hi Michael, how’s your day going?”I said, “Slowly, very slowly. I’m excited about tonight.”“Me too. Abby and I will be done at 4:30. We’ll pick up sandwiches at Benny’s Deli. Is Pastrami on rye okay?”“That would be great.”“Potato salad?”“Absolutely and a chocolate cookie please.”Jeanne laughed. “After all the turmoil of the past year, you still haven’t changed.”“I like chocolate cookies.”“I know and I love you because of it.”“I love you too.”“Even if two other guys are going to fuck me tonight?”“Especially because two other guys are going to fuck you tonight.”“Michael, I love you now more than ever.”“And Jeanne I love you more than ever too.”There was silence. Sometimes intense feelings are best expressed through silence. Finally Jeanne said, “We’ll be home by 5:00.”I answered, “I’ll be here.”At 4:55 I heard the garage door open. I was finishing sweeping the floor of my shop. I hurriedly swept the saw dust and wood shavings into my dust pan, dumped it into the trash barrel, took off my shop apron, hung it on the hook by the door and hurried upstairs. When I stepped into the kitchen Jeanne and Abby were walking in from the garage.Jeanne hugged and kissed me first, Abby followed. As Abby kissed me she gave my crotch a gentle squeeze and whispered, “I hope you’re excited about tonight because we certainly are.”Chuckling, I said, “It’s all I thought about today.”While they put our sandwiches and potato salad on plates I opened a bottle of red wine. We sat at the kitchen table and ate quickly with little conversation. All three of us were anticipating the evening ahead of us.As soon as we were finished eating we tidied up the kitchen. Once we were done Jeanne prepared a small bag of ice cubes and then we hurried to the bedroom to get dressed for the party. In the bedroom the three of us peeled off our clothes and showered together in the master bath. After we showered Jeanne pressed the bag of ice against my cock and balls. Once my erection wilted Abby fitted the cock cage into place, locked it and handed the key to Jeanne. Jeanne took a silver chain out of her jewelry box and said, “Micheal, Ruth wears the key for David’s cage as a pendant on a necklace.”I smiled at Jeanne. “This is right out of the Internet cuckold stories.”“We don’t have to do it. I just thought it might be kind of kinky.”I said, “I think we have to do it. I want to do it.”“Really?”“Yes, tonight we’re all acting out our fantasies. You and Abby get to safely be sluts and I have an opportunity to experience an evening as a cuckold. I wouldn’t want to miss that opportunity because I was worried about appearances.”Abby said, “This group would be more judgmental if they thought you were too uptight to play the role you want to play.”“Thank you, I was quite certain that was the case.”“Okay, tonight you’re my cuckold husband.” Jeanne smiled. “My beloved cuckold husband.”Abby said, “Mine too, I get to love him too.”Jeanne and I both looked at Abby. The longing in her eyes was obvious. Suddenly I understood. This was a woman with extensive sexual experience. She’d eagerly enjoyed every carnal act she could imagine, but she’d never experienced love.Jeanne turned and looked at me. Understanding, I nodded. I was seated on the edge of the bed naked wearing my cock cage. She took Abby’s hand, led her over to me and said, “This is my husband, Michael. He is full of love, so full of love that I can share him without fear or concern.”Abby looked at Jeanne. Jeanne whispered, “Straddle him and sit down. Look in his eyes and kiss him.”Abby asked, “Are you sure?”“Yes, I am very sure.”Turning to me, Abby asked, “May I?” She paused. After a moment she added, “Please.”I extended my hand. Abby took it. I gave her a gentle tug. She straddled my lap, sat down and threw her arms around my neck. We kissed. Standing next to us, Jeanne said, “And now we are three.”Nodding, I repeated, “And now we are three.”Abby asked, “Can we do this? I mean really do it.”I said, “Five months ago I would have said, no, but now I understand that all it requires is love and trust. Can you love and trust?”Giggling, Abby answered, “I am so ready to love and trust.”While we were talking Jeanne had attached the key to my chastity cage to her silver chain. Standing behind Abby she slipped the chain over her head and let it fall into place around Abby’s neck. “I think I would like you to wear this tonight.” She looked at me. “Is that okay Michael?”I said, “Yes, I hope the two of you will take turns wearing it.”Abby said, “This is like a wonderful dream.”I glanced at the clock on Jeanne’s beside table. It was almost 6:15. Looking at Jeanne and Abby I asked, “Isn’t our company due to arrive in fifteen minutes?”Both women looked at the clock and then at me. Jeanne said, “For heavens sake, yes they are and we’re not even close to being ready.”I grabbed my khakis. As I pulled them on I said, “I’ll get everything ready while you two finish putting on your makeup.” Laughing, Abby said, “Jeanne, he really is a crown jewel.”“Yes he is. I realized that the day I first met him. It was at Corinne Planter’s eighteenth birthday party.”I pulled my Polo almanbahis yeni giriş shirt over my head and said, “That was a long time ago.”“I remember it like it was yesterday. You were so handsome.”“And you were so beautiful.”“This is like watching the fucking Hallmark Channel and I have to admit that I love it.” Abby laughed. “But on those romantic television shows the wife is almost never getting ready for a night of kinky erotic frolicking with two bisexual men and her best girlfriend while her cuckold husband watches with his cock imprisoned in a plastic chastity cage.”Grinning, I said, “I don’t think that’s a common television plot.”Jeanne said, “If it was you’d be watching a lot more television.”“You’re right about that and I’ll bet you’d be watching with me.”“Sometimes, but I have a preference for creating real life fantasies with well endowed dominant men.”“Men whose cocks aren’t locked in plastic cases.”Jeanne smiled at me. “Acting out fantasies is much more fun when the man I love is watching.”Giggling, Abby added, “With his cock locked in a plastic case.”“Definitely.” Jeanne was giggling too.I shook my head. “Life certainly has taken some unexpected turns.”“Would you prefer it if we could go back to last August and rewrite history?” Jeanne was suddenly serious.“No, not at all. I’m enjoying this bizarre twist of fate.”“Really?”“Very much.”“Enough to set up a bar on the dining room table while we finish getting dressed for the party?”“Definitely.”“Thank you Michael.”Abby said, “I think that should be Sir Michael.”Chuckling as I left our bedroom, I said, “I think Michael is just fine.”Abby called after me, “If we choose to knight you that’s our prerogative.” In the dining room, I opened the liquor cabinet, took out bottles of vodka, gin, scotch, bourbon, brandy, dry vermouth and sweet vermouth. After placing them on the dining room table I set up a tray of glasses and then I went into the kitchen where I opened a jar of olives, a jar of maraschino cherries and filled an ice bucket with ice cubes. I brought it all into the dining room and set it next to the liquor and the glasses. As soon as I was finished I hurried into the living room. I was making sure that everything was in its proper place when the doorbell rang.Excited, I walked quickly to the front door. After taking a deep breath to compose myself I opened the door. Two tall, very handsome men in their thirties were standing on the front step. They were both wearing wool overcoats and i950’s style fedora hats. I also noticed the bright red Ferrari parked in our driveway.The three of us took a moment to appraise each other. Finally, the man on my right, a man with auburn hair, a light complexion and a Van Dyke beard said, “Hi, I’m Bobby Devereaux.”The man on my left, a man with dark brown hair and a darker complexion, but also sporting a Van Dyke beard said, “And I’m Mark Shanley.”I answered, “I’m Micheal Nolan. Please come inside.”As the men stepped into the house, I said, “May I take your hats and coats?”They both quickly shed their coats and took off their hats. As Bobby handed his to me he said, “Thank you Michael.” He paused and quickly added. “May we call you Michael? We understand you prefer it to Mike.”“I do prefer Michael and I would like it if you called me that, but only if you’ll allow me to call you Mark and Bobby.”Mark smiled. “I think we can agree on that.”Also smiling, Bobby said, “And I think we should congratulate ourselves for so deftly negotiating what might have been an awkward first encounter.”I said, “You mean meeting the husband of a woman you’re both fucking.”Bobby nodded. “Yup, that lays it right out there. It also gives me the impression that you’re a man who doesn’t mince words.”“I can’t see that there would be much point in doing that. If the evening proceeds as planned it’s not going to be long before your fucking Jeanne in front of me.”Mark asked, “Is that going to be okay with you?”I looked at him. His tone and facial expression suggested that his concern was genuine. I said, “Yes, it will be okay and thank you for asking.”Bobby said, “We think sex is fun, but we also understand that it’s laden with emotional undertones. We don’t have any desire to create anxiety for either you or Jeanne.”“Don’t worry, you won’t. I’m actually very excited about the evening.”“Did Jeanne warn you that Bobby and I are bisexual? You won’t just see us fucking Jeanne and Abby, you’re going to see us fucking each other too. Will that upset you?”“Six months ago it might have. Now? While I’m not ready to participate, I think I’ve reached a point where I can watch two people physically enjoy each other without becoming judgmental.” I shrugged. “I spent last fall living with two bisexual escorts.”Bobby said, “The prostitutes you met in Tucson.”I nodded.Continuing, Bobby said, “Jeanne told us about them. You certainly had an adventurous trip.”“Yes it was. It was also an awakening.”Mark said, “Michael, no one is going to ask you to do anything you don’t want to do.”“All I really want to do is watch.”“While Mark and I take turns fucking Abby and your wife.” Bobby was smiling.I said, “That’s pretty much it. I’m a very happy cuckold and tonight that’s the role I want to play.”Bobby said, “It’s going to be a fun evening.”“Yes it is.” And then I added. “I have a bar set up in the dining room. Would you gentlemen like something to drink?”Clapping his hands together, Mark said, “That is a capital idea.”The doorbell rang again.Bobby said, “That must be Ruth, David and Matt.”I said, “The two of you have been here before. The bar is set up on the dining room table. Why don’t you help yourselves while I open the door for Ruth, David and Matt.”“We can do that Michael.” Mark gave Bobby a push. “Come on Bobby, lets make a couple martinis.”As they walked into the dining room I opened the front door. Ruth, David and another man who I assumed was Matt Haynes, were standing on the front steps. The man was tall, at least six foot two and handsome. He wasn’t wearing a hat and I could see that his full head of wavy dark hair was streaked with gray. Jeanne had told me that she thought Matt almanbahis giriş looked like Cary Grant. I had to agree with her.I said, “Come inside, it’s freezing out there.”As Ruth stepped through the door she shuddered and said, “I hate January in Minnesota.”Chuckling, I said, “The winter can be a trial.”The man who I assumed was Matt stepped in next to Ruth. David squeezed in behind him.Ruth said, “Michael, this is my boyfriend, Matt Haynes. Matt this is Michael Nolan, my employer and my dear friend.”Extending his hand, Matt said, “Michael, may I call you Michael?”Taking his hand, I answered, “Of course, may I call you Matt?”We shook hands. He said, “I’ve heard so much about you, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”“It’s a pleasure to meet you too Matt.”Matt gallantly helped Ruth with her coat. As soon as it was off, Ruth said, “Davey, take my coat and Mr. Haynes’ coat and hang them in the closet.David took Ruth’s coat from Matt and waited while Matt took off his own coat. As Matt handed his coat to David, David bowed politely and said, “Thank you sir.” And then he obediently hung his wife’s and her boyfriend’s coats in the closet. Finally he removed his own coat and hung it in the closet.While he was doing this, Ruth took my arm and said, “Mark’s Ferrari is in the driveway, so I know they’re here.”I said, “They’re in the dining room making cocktails.”Ruth nodded and called out, “Hey studs, how about making a couple brandy Manhattans for my boyfriend and me.”From the dining room, Bobby answered, “We’ll do it, but it’s going to cost.”“What’s it going to cost?”“How about a quick blow job for both of us.”Giggling, Ruth said, “You’ll have to ask my boyfriend if that’s okay with him.”Mark said, “How about it Matt?”Matt answered, “It better be a damned good Manhattan.”Bobby said, “We make a great Manhattan and your girlfriend gives great head.”laughing, Matt said, “Yes she does.”Mark said, “Ruth send us your servant. He can assist us.”Turning to David, Ruth said, “You heard the man Davey, get in there and give them a hand.”Nodding meekly, David said, “Yes, Ruth.”Ruth glared at him. “What did you just call me?”Realizing his error, David said, “I’m sorry Ms. Wilkins. I forgot my place. I know it’s not an excuse, but I’m excited about tonight’s party.”“It’s okay Davey, I understand. I’ll forgive you this time, but if it happens again you will be severely punished in front of everyone. Is that clear?”“Yes Ms. Wilkins, I understand. It won’t happen again. Thank you for being so benevolent.”“You’re welcome Davey, now run along and help Mr. Devereaux and Mr. Shanley with the cocktails.”“Yes ma’am.” David hurried into the dining room.As soon as he was gone Ruth turned to me and said, “Michael while you were gone David and I began exploring our own fantasies. Please don’t judge us. We’re redefining the nature of our relationship and it’s making both of us happy.”“Don’t worry, I won’t, but..” I hesitated.Ruth said, “Go on, We’ve been friends for years. Tell me what you’re thinking.”“You know about the problems Tricia and Paul encountered when they tried to pursue this same lifestyle.”“Believe me, David and I are both very aware of what happened to Tricia and Paul. Michael, please don’t worry. David and I are much older. We’ve been together for a long time. Our mutual love is beyond question. So is our trust and our concern for each others well being. Yes, David does encourage me to test his limits and I admit that I do enjoy testing them, but I am always carefully attuned to how my demands are affecting him. We’ve also established several safe words. If, in the excitement of the moment, I go too far, David can stop me so we can talk as equals.”“Does that happen very often?”“It’s never happened, but we frequently take time to talk about what we’re doing. That provides us with opportunities to tell each other what excites us, what makes us feel uncomfortable and honestly, what scares us. Micheal, good communication is the foundation of every successful relationship. Tricia and Paul stopped communicating.”“Yes they did and it sounds like you and David have learned from their mistakes.”“Yes we have. I’ve spent a lot of time talking to Jeanne and Abby about all of this. I’ve also talked to Tricia.”“That must have been interesting.”“Michael, she feels so bad about what she did to Paul. She misses him. It’s obvious that she loves him very much. I hope he decides to give her another chance.”“That’s up to Paul.”“Yes it is.”“How are your kids dealing with the changes in your marriage?”“We’re doing our best to hide it from them. We’ve always had a subtle wife led marriage. David has always deferred to me when it comes to important decisions and he has always taken care of most of the housework. In a way, we’ve always been living this lifestyle. The kids see it as normal. David hopes that we can eventually be more overt about it, but I think we need to wait until both of them are out of college.”“David hopes that?”“While I am enjoying the dominant role I play in our marriage, David is the driving force for this new lifestyle. He would like to spend the rest of his life as my servant.”“He told you that.”“Those are his exact words and I am now convinced that it really would make him happy.”“You’re certain this isn’t a case of be careful what you ask for?”“If that turns out to be the case we’ll adapt until he has exactly what he wants. Michael, I love David. I’ll do anything to make him happy.” Ruth smiled. “But I must admit that I find his fantasy almost as exciting as he does. I love being a dominant slut.”“Then I’m happy for you.”“Michael, I’m still worried that you’re going to judge David.”“Ruth while I was gone I trained with the best.”“Amy and Mel.”“Yes, they taught me to not only accept the wonderful variety of ways people choose to live their lives, but to celebrate it. You and David are happy and you’re not hurting anyone. That’s all that really matters.”“Thank you Michael.”“That’s not all. I want to tell you a secret.”Matt was standing behind Ruth. He’d been privy to everything we’d just discussed. Ruth said, “Would you like Matt to leave us alone?”I shook my head. “You trust him, don’t you.”“Implicitly.”I looked at Matt and asked, “Are you okay with David and Ruth’s lifestyle choice?”“Well I do have to admit that I’m benefiting from it.”Ruth said, “Damn right you are.”He smiled and continued.