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.
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. 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? 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. I don't understand.”“Believe me, I still want to hold you to that promise. I continued, “Last night, as I was falling asleep, I thought about the question Abby just asked me. All of them are very discreet.”“How often are any of us presented with an opportunity to actually act out our sexual fantasies? Jeanne, you and I are taking every opportunity to live out our sexual fantasies. 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. Tonight you're going to be my cuckold husband, but I'm still not sure what that really means? I just thought it might be kind of kinky.”I said, “I think we have to do it. 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. He is full of love, so full of love that I can share him without fear or concern.”Abby looked at Jeanne. Look in his eyes and kiss him.”Abby asked, “Are you sure? She straddled my lap, sat down and threw her arms around my neck. 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'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. Do you really think that Mark and Bobby or Ruth, David and Matt will be judgmental? “My beloved cuckold husband.”Abby said, “Mine too, I get to love him too.”Jeanne and I both looked at Abby. ”“Yes, I am very sure.”Turning to me, Abby asked, “May I? After a moment she added, “Please.”I extended my hand. 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. ”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.
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. Finally I said, “I remember you mentioning something about a party, but I forget the details. After a moment she said, “You're teasing me, aren't you.”Grinning, I said, “Yes I am. All three of us were anticipating the evening ahead of us.
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. Could you refresh my memory.”Now it was Jeanne's turn to stare at me. Of course I remember the parties and I haven't forgotten that you were planning one for tonight.”Abby was laughing. As soon as we were finished eating we tidied up the kitchen.
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.Or are you going to be a cuckold, an observer, a spectator.” She smiled. Tonight we're getting together with a group of discreet people. 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. 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. I was seated on the edge of the bed naked wearing my cock cage.“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. Jeanne, I love watching.”“Micheal, are you sure about that? I have good reason to believe that all five of them can be trusted.”Abby nodded, “You're correct. ”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. “This is right out of the Internet cuckold stories.”“We don't have to do it. You and Abby get to safely be sluts and I have an opportunity to experience an evening as a cuckold. She'd eagerly enjoyed every carnal act she could imagine, but she'd never experienced love. She took Abby's hand, led her over to me and said, “This is my husband, Michael.“Michael, we've talked about these parties constantly. Jeanne said, “It's not nice to tease your wife.”“Even about a sex party she's planning? I couldn't stop thinking about the evening ahead of me. 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.”“Especially about a sex party she's planning.”Still giggling, Abby asked, “So are we on for tonight? In the bedroom the three of us peeled off our clothes and showered together in the master bath.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. I dressed in well worn khakis and a baggy sweatshirt. For a minute or two the three of us ate in silence. Sometimes intense feelings are best expressed through silence.