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Friday night sex club, hockey games with Jack, occasional one night stands for Jeanne, it was an exciting winter. The weeks flew by. In February Jeanne had a brief flirtation with a man she met in the coffee shop on the first floor of the building where she works. An attorney, his name was Nate. Nate was married, Jeanne preferred married men. He visited her at the house three times. All three times Jeanne entertained him in her boudoir while I watched television in the den next door to them. For an avowed cuckold, watching television while another man is fucking your wife in the adjoining room is erotic nirvana.Their fourth date ended abruptly. Nate took Jeanne out for dinner. An hour after she left the house she called me and asked me to pick her up.I hurried to the restaurant. As soon as she was in the car I asked, “What happened?”“He got possessive.” Jeanne was staring out the car window avoiding eye contact with me.“What do you mean by that?”“He told me that he didn’t want me having sex with anyone but him.”“Really?”“It was an ultimatum and he included you.”“I gather that you didn’t respond favorably.”Jeanne looked at me, rolled her eyes and said, “Do you have any doubt?”“No, none at all.”“Michael.”“Yes Jeanne.”“When we get home could we sit on the couch and cuddle.”“Of course, I would enjoy that.”“I love you.”“I know you do, I love you too.”“Nate’s an asshole. I feel kind of foolish.”“Why?”“I didn’t see it.”“You weren’t looking for it. You have a thing for dominant men. Some of them are going to turn out to be assholes. We both misjudged that guy last New Years Eve in San Antonio.”Jeanne smiled. “He was a colossal asshole.”“Yes he was and we weathered him.”“Yes we did.” Jeanne smiled. “We weathered him. I like that. You give me strength.”“And you give me strength.”“Even when I let other men fuck me?”“Even then. Love isn’t about sex. The foundation blocks of love are trust, cooperation and understanding. Jeanne, we’re a team. We’ve been a team for years. The fact that you now occasionally let other men fuck you has nothing to do with our bond.”“You learned that from Amy and Mel, didn’t you.”“You tried to explain it to me first.”“I hurt you. I didn’t mean to do it, but I know I did. That made it hard for you to listen to anything I said. You had to hear it from Amy and Mel.”“Meeting them was a stroke of luck.”“For both of us.” Jeanne was silent. After a moment she said, “I feel like they’re my best friends, but I’ve never actually met them, not in person.”“Eventually you’ll get to meet them. Maybe we can take a trip to Tucson next summer.”“Doesn’t it get really hot in Tucson during the summer?”I smiled. “Yeah, I think it does, but Amy and Mel seem to do okay with it.”“Maybe we can get them to come here.”“It’s possible. We can invite them the next time we talk to them.”“I’d like that.”For the next few weeks life fell back into an easy routine. The morning of the first Tuesday in March that changed. I’d just arrived at work. It was tax time, we were busy. I was opening the first file I was planning to work on that day when Ruth burst into my office. I looked up at her. She stared at me. Immediately realizing something was wrong I asked, “What is it?” Ruth said, “Jeanne just called. Abby’s husband, Luther had a heart attack.”“Is he? Is he okay?”Ruth shook her head. “No, he was dead when the paramedics arrived.”“Where?”“He was in his downtown apartment with his two hooker girlfriends.”I stood up. “I need to find Jeanne and Abby.”“They called from the hospital. They told me to tell you that they were going to your house.”“I’d better go home.”Ruth nodded. “Abby and Jeanne both need you right now. I’ll make sure that everything is under control here and then I’d like to go to your house too.”“I think that would be good.”It took me twenty minutes to get home. Kurtköy Escort Abby’s Mercedes Benz was parked in our driveway. I parked next to the Benz and hurried inside. Abby and Jeanne were sitting together on the couch in the living room. Jeanne had her arm around Abby. Abby was crying.In a quiet voice I said, “Jeanne, Abby, I’m here.”They both turned. When they saw me they smiled. I sat in the same chair I occupied when I watched Jeanne with Jack, but this was different. The three of us talked. An hour later Ruth Joined us and then the four of us talked. In the middle of the afternoon David joined us. Matt arrived a half hour after David. At 5:30 Mark, Bobby and Thomas James arrived. Rhonda and Robbie arrived shortly after Mark, Bobby and Thomas. It wasn’t a sex party. It was a gathering to support a close friend. The funeral was Friday. The mayor, the governor, both Senators, several Representatives and number of other civic and business leaders attended. After the service and burial there was a reception at the Kensington Grill. All of us stayed with Abby for the entire time. Janelle and Ruby, Luther’s two hooker girlfriends also joined us for the services and reception.During this entire time Abby stayed at our house. The morning after the funeral a sheriff arrived at our door. He served a legal writ requiring Abby to vacate the mansion in thirty days. Abby was out in two days. She moved her belongings to the townhouse Luther had provided for her, but she never slept there. She continued staying with us. The first Monday in April Jeanne, Abby and I were having breakfast. It was now the height of the tax season. I was in a hurry to get to the office. As I finished my coffee Jeanne asked, “Michael, would it be okay if Abby sold her townhouse and formally moved in with us?”Chuckling, I answered, “I don’t know what took you so long. I’ve been expecting that question since Luther died.”“Is it okay?” Jeanne was looking at me apprehensively. I glanced at Abby. She was staring at me wide eyed and hopeful. I winked at her and said, “Of course it’s okay.”Both women jumped up and hugged me. Our sex that night was even more laden with love than usual.A week later a warm front blew into the city. The day time temperature reached 75 degrees, but even more important the night time temperature stayed in the upper 50’s. Parking lot sex at Brady’s was back in season. That Thursday evening I met Jeanne and Abby at Brady’s for the first time. Rhonda, Robbie, Ruth and David joined us.David, Robbie and I sat at the bar and watched our wives hookup with strange men. They flirted and danced. After they danced each couple moved to their own back booth where they flirted some more and then they kissed. Watching Jeanne flirt with and kiss a man she’d just met was unbelievably exciting for me, but then it got even more exciting. They stood up. My wife’s paramour for the evening put his arm around her waist. As he led her to the back door of the bar his hand slipped to Jeanne’s rear. She didn’t make any attempt to brush his hand away and by the time they reached the door his hand was under my wife’s short skirt. As I imagined him slipping his fingers between Jeanne’s thighs and rubbing her wet pussy my excitement reached new heights.When our wives returned to the bar we all agreed to make this a regular Thursday event and then we said good night.Jeanne had come directly from work with Abby. Abby drove her Mercedes home and Jeanne rode with me in my Escape. As we were leaving the bar parking lot I asked Jeanne, “Was he fun?”She looked at me with a surprised expression. Realizing that I’d asked a silly question I said, “Yes, of course he was fun. I just wanted…”Reaching over, Jeanne place a hand on my thigh and said, “No Michael, you asked a fair Kurtköy Escort Bayan question. Actually I’m ashamed that you had to ask it. You want details. As your hot wife it’s my responsibility to tell you everything as soon as we get into the car.”I shrugged.Jeanne leaned over, kissed my cheek and said, “Yes, Barry, that was his name, he was fun. He had a nice cock. It wasn’t huge, but it got really stiff and it had a very erotic curve.”“You like guys who have cocks that have an upward curve when they’re erect.”I can’t explain it, but I really do.”“You don’t have to explain it and I think it’s hot.”Jeanne giggled. “You really are a wonderful husband.”“What happened when you got to Barry’s car?”“He had a Honda Pilot. The back seat was already down. A quilt was laid out for comfort. As soon as we were inside we started making out. Michael, I love making out with guys. I always have, even when I was in high school.”“I guess you were always a slut at heart.”“I think that’s true.”“Okay, so you were making out with Barry in the back of his Honda Pilot. What happened next?”Jeanne laughed. “You love hearing about this, don’t you.”I grinned at her. “Almost as much as you love doing it.”Jeanne said, “Touche’” And then still laughing she continued. “While we were making out and we were really going at it. I mean Barry was shoving his tongue down my throat.”“Did you like that?”“Oh yes, but I really wanted to have his cock in my mouth.”“A true slut.”“Damn right. Anyway, while we were making out Barry unbuttoned my blouse and started playing with my tits with one hand while he slipped his other hand under my skirt.”“If I remember correctly when you left the bar only one of the buttons on your blouse was actually fastened.”“I don’t believe in making a guy work too hard.”Chuckling, I said, “Okay, so you’re making out with Barry. He’s playing with your tits with one hand while he’s fondling your pussy with the other.”“Yup!”“What were you doing?”“What do you think I was doing?”“I’ve got a pretty good guess.”“I think you’re probably right.”“Tell me.”“I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He was really hard. I was worried that he was going to cum before I had a chance to suck him.”“But he didn’t, at least not right away.”“Actually he turned out to have excellent control. I sucked him for, I don’t exactly know how long. It’s difficult for me to keep track of time while I’m giving head, but probably twenty minutes or more.”I smiled. “You do like to give head, don’t you.”Jeanne laughed. “I really do.”When we arrived at home Abby was already there. We made a quick supper and then we retired to the bedroom where the three of us played together until we were exhausted. Over the next several weeks warm weather gradually defeated the final vestiges of winter. By the first of May the last snow drifts were gone, the grass had turned from pale brown to green and leaves were appearing on trees everywhere.The Friday night sex club was still going strong. We were making two trips a week to Brady’s, Jack was now coming over to watch the National Hockey League playoffs and Jeanne and Abby were going out on dates at least once a week. Life was exciting.The Saturday before Memorial Day life got even more exciting. Maureen called. She was spending the weekend with Ginger, Scotty and her newest boyfriend, Dennis. The four of them had decided that they wanted to escape the Florida heat for a few weeks this summer and wondered if they could visit us on the Fourth of July. Abby, Jeanne and I were elated and extended an immediate invitation.As soon as we finished talking to Maureen Jeanne looked at me and said, “I think we should try to put together a really big Fourth of July celebration.”“Are you suggesting that we invite additional Escort Kurtköy guests?”Nodding Jeanne said, “Tucson summers are hot too. Micheal, we have to try. I really want to meet them.”Abby said, “I do too and I want to meet Paul.”“You wont get an argument from me. I want to see them every bit as much as the two of you do. Let’s call them.”Jeanne said, “Right now?”“Why not? It’s Saturday afternoon.”“But it’s two hours earlier in Tucson. Maybe they’re still entertaining men in the cottage.”“That means that one of them has to be at home as a lookout.”“That’s right, for awhile you were a sentry for a prostitution business.” Abby was grinning at me. Grinning back, I said, “Yup and it was an honorable endeavor.”Nodding, Abby said, “I will always be indebted to Janelle and Ruby. They took such good care of Luther in his last years.”I said, “Prostitution needs to be legalized so that it can be licensed, policed and controlled.”Abby sighed. “Yes it does.”Next to us Jeanne was holding one of our telephones. “You two can spend the rest of the day discussing solutions to the world’s problems. I’m going to call Amy and Mel.”“I think that’s a very good idea.” Next to me, Abby nodded. “I do too.”Jeanne punched in the number. The speaker was turned on. We heard their phone ringing. After a moment Mel answered. “Hi, is this Michael, Jeanne or Abby?”Jeanne said, “It’s all three of us.”“Hey Amy, Michael, Jeanne and Abby are all on the telephone.”Amy answered, “Mel, I’ll be right there. I just have to get dry and put on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt.”Mel said to us, “Amy entertained Harmon Conrad this afternoon. He’s a sweet guy in his early seventies who pays very well, but he has a licking fetish. When he’s partying with one of us he wants us to be really sweaty so he can clean us with his tongue.”Jeanne said, “Oh my.”Abby asked, “Does he lick you everywhere?”Mel giggled. “Oh yes, everywhere.”Abby said, “I can see where that might be fun, but I do understand that a post party shower would be essential.”Still giggling, Mel said, “It is fun and it’s easy.”I shrugged, “When I hit seventy I could see myself developing that fetish.”Jeanne said, “If you do, you’ll be hiring hookers.”“No he won’t. When Michael is seventy he can lick me anytime he wants anywhere he wants and I mean anywhere.” Abby was grinning at me. “Hell, the idea is getting me going right now. I think after this phone call is over we should retire to the bedroom for a little preseventy licking experimentation. Jeanne, you can come too, but I warn you that you’re probably going to get licked by both of us.”I nodded eagerly. Abby, Jeanne and Mel were all laughing.“I don’t believe it! Mel honey, I leave you alone for ten minutes and when I return I find you on a long distance telephone call with our best friends discussing a clients licking fetish.” It was Amy. She was giggling.Jeanne said, “Hi Amy.” “Hi Jeanne. Hi Micheal. Hi Abby.In concert Abby and I said, “Hi Amy.”“Regardless of what my girlfriend has told you, Harmon is a sweet old man and the only real downside to his licking fetish is that it sometimes tickles.”Mel said, “Yeah especially when he’s doing my toes and armpits.” Still giggling Amy said, “But you don’t object when he’s doing your butt.”“No, I gotta admit that there are moments when he can be very stimulating.”“Be honest, you always cum when he’s doing your pussy and your butt.“I’m a Chicago girl. Everyone knows Chicago girls cum easy. Hell most of us cum when the L makes a sudden stop.”Laughing, Jeanne said, “We need to be serious for a moment.”Amy asked, “Is anything wrong?”I said, “No not at all. Maureen just called.”“How is she doing?” Asked Mel.Jeanne said, “She’s doing great. She has a new boyfriend.”“Since she got divorced that girl goes through boyfriends like some girls go through nail polish.”Amy said, “Now Mel, don’t be judgmental.”“I’m not being judgmental, I’m just pointing out a fact.”“I think she likes variety. None of us can criticize her for that.”Mel said, “Jeanne, you are absolutely right. All of us have acquired a taste for a little variety, even Michael.”