Awakenings Ch. 12

Mel asked, "Do you cum while you're sucking a guy?"

"Sometimes, not always. For me sucking a cock isn't really about cumming. I'm not sure I can explain it."

Amy said, "You don't have to explain it. We understand. We both feel the same way. It's just exciting."

"It always arouses me. Tonight after I'm finished talking to you I'm going to have an intense session with my vibrator. Michael if you were here I'd love to suck you. You could lick me and then we could fuck. I'd like that even more."

"I'd like that too Jeanne."

Mel asked, "Did you let Bill cum in your mouth?"

"No, he came on my tits. I won't let anyone but Michael cum in my mouth."

I asked, "What about Trent Peters?"

Jeanne paused. After a moment she answered, "I don't know, maybe if we start dating regularly. Before I let him do it I'll talk to you about it first, okay?"

"That's fine."

Amy said, "What happened after Bill came?"

"He gave me his handkerchief so I could wipe his cum off of my breasts. After we straightened our clothes he walked me to the bar door and then he went back to his car and left."

I asked, "Did you go back into the bar again?"

"I always do. Before I go home I like to go the ladies room and fix my makeup and hair."

Mel said, "And then you went home and called us. That was a great evening."

Jeanne was silent. After a moment she said, "I didn't exactly go home right away. Michael, please don't be mad at me."

"Did you do something bad?"

It wasn't exactly bad, but I think it was maybe a little slutty."

Amy said, "I like the sound of this. What did you do?"

"Tony was still sitting at the bar. He was all by himself and he looked kind of sad. I felt guilty, because we'd sort of used him"

Mel asked, "Why didn't he just find another playmate?"

"At Brady's there's a rush between 5:30 and 7:00. People stop for a little quick fun on their way home from work. If a guy hasn't scored by 7:00 it probably isn't going to happen for him that night."

Amy said, "So once Tony committed to Ruth he wasn't going to get a second chance."

"That's generally the case."

I asked, "What did you do?"

"I went over to him and told him that I was sure that Ruth was disappointed that she had to leave."

Mel said, "And I'll bet you were right. I'll bet she would have loved to stay and have a party with Tony."

"I'm certain that's true. Anyway, Tony was really nice about it. He told me that he understood. If his wife had called him he would have had to leave too. We talked. The more I got to know Tony the more I liked him. I decided that it would be fun to do him. I also felt like we kind of owed it to him, so I asked him if he'd like to show me his car."

Amy grinned. "Oh that is slutty. I love it. What did he say?"

"He was a little surprised. He thought about it for a moment and then he said that it didn't seem right. Bill was his buddy."

Shaking her head, Mel said, "He is a good guy, but he maybe isn't too bright"

"He was a little naive, but I found that attractive."

"Oh, don't get me wrong, so do I." Mel was smiling.

"I pointed out to him that since Bill and I were both married we really didn't have any kind of a commitment to each other, so he could feel free to play with me too. That was all it took. Five minutes later we were sitting in the back seat of his Honda Odyssey making out like a couple of teenagers."

Mel asked, "Did he have a nice cock?"

"It was a little smaller than Bill's and it didn't curve, but it was still nice."

Laughing, Amy said, "Jeanne, you're a girl after my own heart. All cocks are nice."

Jeanne giggled. "They really are, aren't they."

"Did you suck him?" Now Mel was the one keeping us on track.

"Oh yes, and while I did it he played with my tits and my pussy."

"Girl you had quite an evening." Mel was smiling.

"I did. Michael are you upset with me?"

"No Jeanne, I'm not. You didn't do anything wrong and it sounds like you had good time. I enjoyed hearing about it. I'm beginning to love having a slut wife."

"Micheal, I'd so glad you feel that way. I really do love being a slut and as long as you're okay with it I don't think I'm hurting anyone."

"You're not hurting anyone Jeanne, especially me. Your voyeur husband is having a wonderful time listening to your exploits. I can't wait to hear more."

Jeanne laughed. "Are you encouraging me to party with more men?"

"Yeah, I guess I am." I was laughing too.

"Michael, you really are the perfect husband."

"And you're the perfect wife."

"Hearing you say that makes me so happy." Jeanne paused for a moment and then she said, "It's after eleven o'clock here. I have to work tomorrow and I still want to take a shower and have a little fun with my vibrator. I've loved talking to you, but I need to hang up. I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind. I understand. It is late and you do have to work tomorrow."

"Can I call you again tomorrow night?"

"Of course you can. We'll all look forward to it."

Amy said, "Yes we will."

"Goodnight Michael, I love you."

"Goodnight Jeanne, I love you too."

"Goodnight Amy and Mel, thank you for being so good to my husband."

Amy said, "It's our pleasure. Good night Jeanne."

Mel said, "Good night Jeanne." And then giggling, she added, "Have fun with your vibrator."

"Oh I will, right now I'm so excited that I might even squirt."

"I hope you do, it's fun." Mel was still giggling.

"Good night everyone. Michael I love you."

"I love you too Jeanne."

Jeanne ended the call.

As soon as we finished talking to Jeanne Mel, Amy and I went upstairs. After taking a shower together we climbed into bed and played in what I called a pleasure triangle. That night we started with me licking Mel, Mel licking Amy and Amy sucking me. After a while we changed positions so that I was licking Amy, Amy was licking Mel and Mel was sucking me.

We finished with what Mel and Amy called tandem cowgirl. It's a variation on their friend Vince's favorite, the tandem blow job. Of course that really wasn't a tandem blow job. They'd tried jointly sucking Vince's cock. It was always unsatisfying, so they came up with an alternative. One of the girls would sit on Vince's face while the other one sucked his cock. Vince loved it. Who could blame him. In tandem cowgirl I lay flat on my back. Amy and Mel took turns riding my face and my cock while they kissed and fondled each other. Both tandem cowgirl and the tandem blow job are amazing experiences.

After the three of us had fucked and sucked ourselves into exhaustion, I pulled the covers over us. We cuddled up together. Amy and Mel immediately fell asleep.

I didn't. Instead I once again lay sleepless contemplating the dramatic changes that had recently occurred in my life. It was becoming a frequent night time preoccupation for me. Four short months earlier I'd been a conservative accountant living in a suburban ranch house with his equally conservative wife. My two daughters had graduated from college and I blissfully believed that they were both embarking on a traditional middle class existence that would lead to a lifetime of security for them and a passel of grand children for Jeanne and me. While recent events didn't necessarily preclude any of that from occurring, I now knew that both of my daughters were choosing to follow much more unorthodox life styles.

Jeanne and I were now pursuing an equally unorthodox life style. While I had to admit that I was learning to enjoy it, I fully understood that we were bucking the accepted conventions of our culture. Having a wife who'd become a libertine rebel was proving to be exciting, but in my heart I was still a conservative accountant. Life as a moral renegade was fun, but it was also unsettling.

Eventually sleep did take me. Once it had control of me I was subjected to the unwilling release of my subconscious fears. I had a nightmare. In my dream I was at home seated naked in a chair in our bedroom. In front of me Jeanne was entertaining two men on our king sized bed. The three of them were also naked. Jeanne was lying on her back. One of the men was kneeling next to her face. She was sucking his cock. At the same time the other man was on top of Jeanne. He was fucking her.

Excited, I watched as these two men enjoyed my wife. Once they were finished I stood up hoping for a turn. As I approached the bed, Jeanne held up her hand in a stop gesture. Shaking her head she said, "Sit down cuckboy. My pussy is reserved for real men. Little wimps like you only get to watch."

Jeanne and her two playmates started laughing.

Humiliated, I sat down. Still laughing, Jeanne scoffed at me. "Poor baby, you need a little relief, don't you. Why don't you jack off for us?"

One of the men sneered at me. "Yeah cuckboy, jack off for us."

I woke up in a cold sweat. My pulse was racing. I wanted to cry. Not daring to risk sleep and the possibility of continuing that nightmare I slipped out of bed, quietly pulled on my pants and tiptoed downstairs. In the kitchen I poured a large glass of water, sat down at the table and tried to relax. While I knew that it was just a nightmare, I was having difficulty getting the image of Jeanne laughing at me out of my head.

"Michael honey, what's wrong?"

I turned. Mel was standing in the dining room doorway. She was wearing a terry cloth bathrobe.

"I feel foolish admitting this, but I had a bad dream."

Mel walked over to the kitchen sink, poured herself a glass of water and joined me at the table. As she sat down she said, "Why don't you tell me about it."

I nodded.

Just as I was about to begin Amy walked into the kitchen. She was also wearing a terry cloth bathrobe. "What's going on?"

Mel said, "Michael had a bad dream. He was about to tell me about it."

Amy poured a glass of water for herself. As she sat down at the kitchen table she asked, "Can I hear about it too?"

I said, "Of course you can, but it's kind of weird."

Amy said, "That's the nature of dreams, especially bad dreams."

Amy and Mel both listened quietly while I told them about my nightmare.

When I was finished Mel asked, "Do you think you might actually want that to happen? I mean is it a fantasy you're trying to suppress, because if it is..."

"No it's not! It really isn't."

"Okay, I just had to ask because There's nothing wrong with having submissive masochistic desires."

"Believe me, I don't have those fantasies. I think I'd like to sit in a chair and watch Jeanne party with other men, but I don't want to be humiliated or belittled while it's happening, I really don't."

Taking my hand, Amy said, "Baby it's okay. We understand. This is a confusing time for you. You're trying to adapt to an unconventional lifestyle. In the process you're having to overcome a lot of fear and insecurity."

Nodding, I said, "I am starting to enjoy what Jeanne is doing, but I still have this nagging fear that everyone is going to think I'm a wimp because I'm letting my wife sleep with other men."

Mel asked, "Exactly who is everyone?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, everyone."

"Not Jeanne." Amy was staring at me. "Talking to her on the telephone this evening I got the impression that she could never think of you as a wimp."

Sighing, I said, "You're right about that. I don't believe that Jeanne would ever have that opinion about me."

Mel said, "From what you've told us I can't believe that your daughters would ever think that about you either and your friend Ruth and her husband are avidly pursing the life style; so exactly who are you worried about?"

Shaking my head, I said, "I don't know, I guess I'm just afraid about what will happen to my reputation when people find out about Jeanne's lifestyle. They're going to find out. She enjoys flaunting it."

Amy said, "You're worried about what people you barely know will think about you?"

"I guess that's right."

Mel smiled. "Screw 'em."

"That's easy for you to say, you're not the cuckold wimp."

Raising her eyebrows, Mel said, "Are you suggesting that Amy and I are unfamiliar with derision and contempt? Michael, people call us whores. Politicians launch campaigns to put women like Amy and me behind bars. Even women's rights groups hate us. We're very familiar with living with disdain and disparagement because of our life style. We've been subjected to it for years."

"I'm sorry, I.."

Amy placed her hand on top of mine. "Baby it's okay. Mel's not mad at you, neither am I. We just want you to understand that we do understand."

"How do you live with it?"

Mel leaned over and whispered into my ear. "We have each other. We believe in each other. Regardless of what other people might say about us, we love and respect each other. That's all that really matters."

Amy squeezed my hand. "That's right and Jeanne loves you. You know do know that, don't you?"

Mel nodded. "You heard the anger in her voice when I called you cuckboy."

"Yes I did." I paused for a moment and then I said, "For a while I thought that she'd stopped loving me, but last weekend in San Francisco she convinced me that she still does."

"Damn right she does." Mel was grinning at me.

Shaking my head, I said, "I still worry about the men. I'm not sure I'll be able to handle it if one of them gets cocky."

Laughing, Amy said, "Good word choice."

"I'm being serious."

Amy said, "I know you are. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I get it. It was a funny description, but please understand that it is a serious concern."

Adopting a somber tone, Amy said, "Of course it is and we understand. Michael, you have to trust Jeanne. You're not living in one of those ridiculous cuckold stories where the wife is blindly enamored with an arrogant bull. Jeanne loves you. She'll weed out the assholes."

"What if she doesn't weed them out?"

Mel said, "That's simple. Talk to Jeanne. Tell her the guy is unacceptable. You're not a submissive wimp. You have as much say about this game as Jeanne does. She may get to play around, but you have a right to veto who she picks as a playmate."

"What if she doesn't agree with that?"

Shaking her head, Amy asked, "Do you really believe that's a possibility?"

"No, not really."

"Communication Michael, talk to Jeanne." Now Mel was being serious. "Tell her about your concerns. Hell, tell her about this dream. Jeanne doesn't want to hurt you, that's obvious. My guess is that she'll be even more selective about the men she brings home than you are."

Realizing that they were right, I smiled at Mel and Amy and said, "It really was a stroke of luck when I stopped at Danny's Lounge and met the two of you."

Amy said, "Serendipity Michael. It happens to people all the time. When we least expect it we stumble on good fortune. Mel and I happened to meet at an audition and it changed our lives forever."

Mel grinned. "Damn right it did. That day we both won the mega lottery."

"Serendipity, I like that."

Patting my hand, Amy said, "Do you think you're ready to go back to sleep big guy? If the nightmares return I promise that Mel and I will be there to protect you."

"Yeah, I think I'm okay."

Mel and Amy each took one of my hands and led me upstairs. We got back into bed. With Amy on one side of me and Mel on the other I quickly fell into a safe and restful sleep. Nothing fosters security and well-being like love and friendship.