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.
As Bobby handed his to me he said, “Thank you Michael.” He paused and quickly added. 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. 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.
“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. “Life certainly has taken some unexpected turns.”“Would you prefer it if we could go back to last August and rewrite history? ”“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.
“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.
”“Absolutely and a chocolate cookie please.”Jeanne laughed.
Standing behind Abby she slipped the chain over her head and let it fall into place around Abby's neck.
They were both wearing wool overcoats and i950's style fedora hats.
I also noticed the bright red Ferrari parked in our driveway.
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.