The next morning, while we were having our breakfast, Jeanne asked, “Do you have any second thoughts about last night?” “Are you asking me if I still want you to go to Sex Land today?” “Yes, I guess I am.” “Have you changed your mind?” “No Michael, I haven’t, but…Oh this all so confusing.” “Jeanne, I’m convinced that tonight is going to be one of the most exciting nights of our marriage. I haven’t changed my mind about anything and yes, I still want you to go to Sex Land today. If you don’t I’ll be disappointed.” “Really?” “Yes, really. I want this just as much as you do.” “Michael, I’m afraid that I might hurt you.” “Don’t worry, if you do something that hurts me I’ll let you know.” Jeanne smiled. “Okay, so what should we do today?” “I plan to go to Smithson’s Jewelry Store.” “Micheal, Smithson’s is that expensive jewelry store across the street from the Whetmore Building.” “Yes it is. I intend to buy a very nice necklace for my slut wife.” Jeanne laughed. “I don’t think Sex Land will have a sterling silver chastity cage.” “And if they did, I hope you would ask to see something a little less expensive. I’m thinking of something made out of plastic.” “But…” “Jeanne, your necklace is going to be gracing your beautiful neck. I’m hoping that my chastity cage will never be seen by anyone but you and me.” Smiling Jeanne said, “Yes, it is definitely going to be our naughty little secret.” Smiling back, I said, “I like that, our naughty little secret.” Jeanne ate the last bite of her toast, took a final sip of her coffee and stood up. “I’d better get going. It snowed last night.” “I noticed. It wasn’t much, but you’re right, you’d better get going. It doesn’t take much to create traffic problems.” Jeanne put on her coat, picked up her purse and walked over to me. I stood up, kissed her and said, “Good bye Slut. Have fun at Sex Land.” Giggling, Jeanne said, “Good bye Cucky, have fun at the Jewelry store.” “I intend to do exactly that.” “Are you going into the firm today?” “Probably not. Things seem to be running pretty smoothly there. I plan to make a gradual return.” “I’d better get going.” Jeanne kissed me again and hurried out the door to the garage. After cleaning up the kitchen, I decided that I’d better sweep the snow off the front sidewalk. It had been just a light dusting, but it was late January in Minnesota. If I left it on the sidewalk it would gradually turn into a coating of slick ice. I put on my jacket and gloves walked out to the garage, opened the garage door and picked up a broom. As I was sweeping the snow off the sidewalk I noticed our next door neighbors front door open. Ed Klein stepped out and walked over to me. “Morning Michael.” “Morning Ed.” I kept sweeping. Ed and his wife Lois were fifteen years older than Jeanne and me. Ed had been a low level executive for one of the Minneapolis grain milling companies. He was now retired. His wife, Lois stayed home and raised their three children. When they grew up and left she continued staying at home. Lois was the neighborhood gossip. I noticed the curtains in their front window move. I assumed that Lois was watching us. Ed said, “We got a little snow last night.” “Just a dusting, but I thought I should get it off the sidewalk.” “Good idea. You don’t want it to turn into ice.” I nodded. There was a pause and then Ed said, “You’ve been away.” “Yup.” “Business?” “Nope, just did a little traveling.” I was enjoying this. When I saw Ed come out of his house I decided that I wasn’t going to hide anything from him, but I was going to make him pry every detail out of me. “You were gone for five months. That’s a long time to be traveling.” “It was a good trip.” “You didn’t take the wife with you.” “Nope, she didn’t want to go.” There was another pause and then Ed said, “Jeanne had a lot of visitors while you were gone.” “Doesn’t surprise me. She’s pretty social.” “Seems like most of them were men and some of them showed up pretty late.” There it was. That was as direct as Ed was going to get. I could have ignored his observation or I could have told him it was none of his business. Those responses both seemed dull. I’d decided to have a little fun. I knew Jeanne wasn’t trying to hide our new lifestyle and I couldn’t think of any reason that I should either so I stopped sweeping and said, “Yea, Jeanne’s turned into a real slut.” Ed stared at me. After a moment he said, “Michael, I’m so sorry. Now I understand why you were gone. I assume that you came home to start the divorce proceedings. I know it must be difficult for you, but I understand that staying in the house is wise. You don’t want to let Jeanne rake you over the coals in the divorce settlement.” I looked at Ed and asked, “Why would I want to divorce Jeanne? We’ve never been happier. You can’t imagine how exciting it is to live with a woman who has an insatiable appetite for sex.” “What are you talking about?” I love that Jeanne’s become a slut. When I got home the night before last, she was fucking a guy in our guest room. I sat in my den and listened. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” “You’re crazy.” “No Ed, I’m not. We’re just two happily married people who have found a very exciting new life.” “Michael, when word gets out about this, you and Jeanne are going to be neighborhood pariahs.” “Yea, I expect that might be the case. It’s too bad that there are so many petty narrow minded people in this world.” “Well I never.” Ed turned, as he stormed back to his house, he said, “Lois isn’t going to believe this.” Chuckling, I waved at their living room window where Lois was hiding behind the curtain, then I turned around and finished sweeping the snow off of our front sidewalk. Once the sidewalk was clear I went back into our house and had another cup of coffee. İstanbul Escort At 9:00 I got into my Escape and drove downtown. Smithson’s jewelry story opened at 9:30. If I was going to have any chance to get the pendant for Jeanne’s choker necklace engraved today I thought that I’d better try to buy it as soon as the store opened. I parked in the ramp next to the Whetmore Building, walked across the street to Smithson’s and went inside. A man in his early sixties was sitting at a desk behind the counter putting a new battery in a wristwatch. Suddenly I felt a little apprehensive about telling this man what I wanted, but I was here and I’d promised Jeanne. It was too late to back out. Mustering all of my courage, I forged ahead. When he heard me enter the store the man turned, looked at me, stood up and said, “Good morning, I’m Allen Smithson. How may I help you?” Still feeling a little nervous, I answered, “I’m looking for a necklace for my wife.” “You’ve come to the right place. What kind of a necklace did you have in mind?” “I’m looking for a choker that can have a pendant attached to it.” “You’re looking for a collar.” “I guess that’s right.” “How much do you want to pay?” “I want something nice, but I also want my wife to be able to wear it without having to worry about getting robbed.” “I have several nice sterling silver collars in the four hundred dollar range.” “May I see them.” “Of course.” He unlocked a case, took out a blue velvet box, laid it on the counter in front of me and opened it. Four silver chokers were displayed in the open box. One of them immediately caught my eye. It was actually two silver chains, one substantial and a lighter one under it. The chains were joined in the clasp in the back and at a small silver ring in the front. I pointed. “This one is very nice.” Nodding, he said, “I agree. It’s beautiful workmanship.” He picked it up and held it out for me.” As I examined it, I asked, “How much is it?” “Three hundred twenty-five dollars.” “May I see some pendants that would be appropriate?” “Certainly, in fact I think I have one that would be perfect.” He unlocked another case, removed another blue velvet box and opened it on the counter. It contained several rows of pendants. I immediately noticed two silver pendants, one heart shaped and one oval. They were both about an inch in diameter and trimmed with scroll work similar to the heavier chain in the choker. I liked both of them. After a brief moment of deliberation I decided on the heart shaped pendant. Jeanne wasn’t just a slut, she was my loving slut. I pointed at it. “I like this one.” Picking it up, Mr. Smithson said, “That was the one I had in mind.” I smiled. “Great minds think alike. How much is it?” Mr. Smithson held it next to the necklace. It was a perfect compliment. He said, “Ninety-five dollars.” “How much to have it engraved?” “What do you want engraved on it?” And here it was, the moment of truth. Suddenly I was embarrassed. I hesitated, but I’d gotten this far. I couldn’t allow myself to falter now. Taking a deep breath, I said, “Slut.” And then I spelled it, “S-L-U-T.” Mr. Smithson stared at me. After a moment he smiled and said, “Relax, I’ve sold several pendants with a similar inscription.” “Really?” “Yes, the inscription will cost $25.00. How soon do you need it?” “Is there any chance of getting it this afternoon?” “Are you going out to a bar tonight?” Deciding that I’d already committed myself, I answered, “No, her boyfriend is coming over.” Mr. Smithson smiled. “You and your wife are leading an adventurous life.” I nodded. “I’m not busy. I can have it ready in an hour.” “Thank you, thank you very much.” “I need you to pay for the pendant before I engrave it.” “I understand.” I took out my wallet. “Is American Express okay?” “Of course.” I handed him my card and said, “Let’s settle the whole bill right now.” “Certainly.” He did the necessary paperwork. I signed it. When he handed me my receipt he said, “There’s a cafe in the next block. They have outstanding cinnamon rolls. You can buy a newspaper from the box in front of the cafe. I’ll see you back here in an hour.” “Thank you, can I bring you a cinnamon roll?” Mr. Smithson smiled. “That would be very nice, but my wife has me watching my weight.” I nodded in understanding. The cafe did have outstanding cinnamon rolls. Their coffee was pretty good too. I bought a newspaper and caught up on the local news. After an hour I paid my bill and hurried back to the jewelry store. A large busted blond in her mid forties was behind the counter. Mr. Smithson wasn’t around. I said, “I bought a necklace about an hour ago. Mr. Smithson was engraving a pendant for me.” “I’m Shirley, his wife. I have it right here.” She turned around, picked up a black velvet tray, turned back and set it on the counter in front of me. The necklace with the pendant attached, was neatly laid out on the velvet tray. I examined it. It was perfect. Smiling, I said, that’s very nice.” “My husband does excellent work.” “Yes he does.” “May I gift wrap it for you?” “Yes please” Shirley placed the necklace in a box and then she quickly wrapped it. As soon as she was finished she handed me the gift wrapped box and said, “Your wife is a lucky woman.” I was a little embarrassed about the entire proceeding, but I maintained my decorum and said, “I think I’m a lucky man.” Shirley said, “Allen is a lucky man too.” She was wearing a gold chain. She pulled it out of her low cut sweater and showed me the pendant. It read, “Hot Wife.” I grinned at her. She patted my hand and said, “I hope that both you and your wife have an exciting evening with her boyfriend.” Blushing, I said, “Thank you” And then I quickly turned and hurried out of the jewelry store İstanbul Escort Bayan clutching the gift wrapped box containing Jeanne’s new necklace in my hand. When I got to my car I looked at my watch. It was 10:25. The breakfast rush was over and the lunch rush hadn’t yet begun. It seemed like a good time to try to talk to Rhonda. I left downtown and drove up the Summit Avenue hill to Grand Avenue. Ten minutes later I was parking in front of Morton’s Cafe. Excited to see Rhonda, I hurried into the cafe. I was relieved to see that it was almost empty. There were only two customers, older gentlemen. They were seated at the counter drinking coffee. Rhonda and Marv were both leaning on the counter talking with them. When they heard me walk into the cafe all four of them turned and looked at me. Feeling a little self conscious, I said, “Hi Rhonda, I umm, I stopped to say hello.” Marv and the two older gentlemen chuckled. Rhonda said, “Michael Nolan, what a nice surprise.” I immediately relaxed. She hurried over to me, grabbed my arm and said, “Come sit at the counter. I’ll get you a cup of coffee.” Shaking my head, I said, “Could we maybe sit at a table for a minute?” Rhonda smiled. “Of course we can baby. Can I still get you a cup of coffee?” “No, I’m fine. I just want to talk to you for a moment.” I knew I wasn’t being smooth, but I’m an accountant, smooth wasn’t one of my strengths. Rhonda grabbed my arm. “Come on baby, let’s sit down over here.” She led me over to a table. We sat down. As soon as we were seated, she asked, “So what do you want to talk to me about?” Suddenly nervous again, I stammered, “I was wondering, I mean if you don’t have anything planned, I umm…” Rhonda smiled. “Michael, you really are endearing.” I shrugged. She asked, “Honey, do you want to get together for a little fun?” Rhonda really was a sweet woman. I relaxed and said, “Yes, I would like that very much.” She placed her hand on mine and said, “I’d like that too. When would you like to get together?” “I was thinking maybe Saturday night.” “Saturday night? Is your wife going to be out of town?” “No she’ll be there.” I paused for a moment and then I asked, “Will that be okay?” “Will she be okay?” “Yes, she’ll definitely be okay.” “Really? Does she want to watch?” “I think she might. Would that be a problem?” Rhonda laughed. “Not at all…” But then she hesitated. I said, “If it’s a problem, she’ll…” “No Michael, it’s not a problem, I just thought that if your wife is going to be there watching maybe I could bring my husband, Jerry. He likes to watch too and he almost never gets an opportunity. Most guys get really hung up about him being in the room.” Now it was my turn to hesitate. It had never occurred to me that another man might want to watch me with his wife. Rhonda noticed my hesitation. “Michael, don’t worry. It’s okay. Jerry is used to being left at home.” Realizing the hypocrisy of my reluctance, I shook my head and said, “No, bring Jerry. It will be fun.” Rhonda smiled. “You’ve never fucked a woman in front of another man, have you.” Nodding, I said, “You got me.” And then chuckling, I added, “I’m sort of new at this.” “Sort of?” I gave Rhonda a brief synopsis of the events of the past five months. When I was finished Rhonda said, “That’s a pretty amazing story and it sounds like your wife has become a total slut.” “She has.” Rhonda laughed. “And you love it, don’t you.” “I have to admit that I do.” “So does Jerry.” “You’re implying that you’re a total slut too.” “Michael honey, I’m addicted to cocks.” “How long have you been getting together with other men?” “We’ve been married for twenty-two years. I’ve been seeing other men for the entire time, but Jerry didn’t know about it at first. I cheated on him. Now I’m ashamed to admit that. I loved Jerry. I’ll always love Jerry, but I love cocks too. I didn’t want to hurt him and I have to admit that I also didn’t want him to know that I was a slut, so I kept my affairs secret.” “But he eventually found out.” “The first six years we were married, Jerry worked nights. It was the perfect situation for me. I regularly entertained other men while he was at work. One night he got sick at work and returned home without any warning. When he walked into our apartment a guy was fucking me on our living room couch.” “I see.” Rhonda said, “Jerry was sick and running a high fever, so regardless of what had just happened he had to go to bed. I felt awful. I loved Jerry and I was certain that as soon as he was healthy he was going to divorce me. It took him two full days to recover from his illness. Amazingly, when he finally did recover he didn’t throw me out of the house. Instead we talked and as we talked I began to realize that he was fascinated by my infidelity. He pressed me for details. I decided to be frank. As my descriptions of my adultery became increasingly graphic, I realized that Jerry was aroused by them. I asked him about it. While he was clearly ashamed of his feelings, he admitted having them.” Nodding, I said, “A Real man isn’t supposed to be excited by the image of his wife in the arms of another man.” “You had the same problem.” “Of course I did.” “Are you over it?” “Pretty much. What happened after Jerry admitted to being aroused by your infidelity?” “We talked about it for several weeks. It quickly became a sex fantasy for both of us. When we made love Jerry would go down on me while I described an evening with another man.” “That sounds hot.” “Believe me, it was. Eventually we decided to do it for real. We picked a Saturday night because Jerry wasn’t working. I invited one of my regular men friends over. Jerry hid in the bedroom while my friend fucked me in the living room.” “I gather that it Escort İstanbul went well.” Rhonda smiled. “After my friend left Jerry attacked me with a passion I’d never imagined. It was amazing.” “The night before last I had my first opportunity to listen to another man fucking Jeanne in the next room. It was amazing.” Laughing, Rhonda said, “You and Jerry are very similar men.” “I’m not sure that makes me a good bull.” “On the contrary Michael. I think it makes you a potentially outstanding bull. You see, you understand.” “Okay, I guess that makes sense.” “So are we going to do this?” Asked Rhonda. “I’d love to do it. Jeanne’s eager to try it too. Does Saturday night work for you and Jerry?” “Michael honey, when Jerry hears about this he’ll be like a little boy waiting for Christmas. Believe me, if he had to do it he’d skip his own funeral so he could be there.” “He’s eager.” “Honey, he is so eager.” “My wife will probably want to play with him.” “While they’re watching us fuck?” “Yes.” “This just keeps getting better. You’re describing Jerry’s fondest fantasy.” “To be able to watch you with another man while a beautiful naked woman is playing with his cock.” “That’s right.” I laughed. “It is a pretty hot fantasy.” “Do you really think your wife would be willing to help us make it happen?” Chuckling, I answered, “Jeanne loves sex games. I’m fairly certain that she’ll be even more excited about this than Jerry.” “Michael, I’m so glad I met you.” “I’m glad we met too. This is going to be fun.” “Yes it is. What time do you want us to come over?” “How about 7:00.” “That’s perfect. Do you still have my cell phone number?” “Of course.” “Text me your address.” “I’ll do that.” The door to the cafe opened. Two men dressed in business suits stepped inside, looked around and made their way to a table by the front window. As they sat down Rhonda said, “The lunch rush is starting. I’d better get back to work.” I stood up. Rhonda kissed my cheek and said, “I can’t wait until Saturday. We’re going to have so much fun.” “I’m excited about it too.” “See you Saturday.” Rhonda turned and walked over to the two men seated by the window. They were both studying the menu. When she reached their table she said, “Hi guys, can I bring you some coffee or soft drinks?” As I walked out of the cafe a man and woman followed by two more women were approaching the door. I held it open for them. The lunch rush was definitely beginning. My next stop was the car wash and then I went to Danny’s Mobile and got my Escape serviced. After I left Danny’s I stopped at the grocery store where I bought a bag of ready to eat salad and the ingredients for a chicken casserole. By the time I returned home it was almost 3:30. I spent the next half hour preparing the chicken casserole. Jeanne wasn’t going to get home from work until 5:30. Jack was due to arrive at 7:00. Jeanne and I were both going to be excited. Having a simple dinner in the oven was going to make life a little bit easier. After I put the casserole into the oven I went down into the basement. I hadn’t been in my wood shop since the night Jeanne announced that she was planning to go on a date with another man. The pieces for the table I’d been making for Jodie were still laid out on my workbench. I took some time to remember what I was doing with the project and then I put one of the legs into my lathe and started working on it. The time passed quickly. As I was finishing the second leg I heard the garage door open. Jeanne was home. Excited, I turned off the lathe and hurried upstairs. We met in the kitchen. Setting her purse on the kitchen table, Jeanne said, “Hi Michael.” I answered, “Hi Jeanne.” “It’s so nice to come home and find you here.” “I like being at home again.” “Something smells good.” “I made a chicken casserole. With Jack coming over tonight I thought you might be a little stressed for time.” “You really are the perfect husband.” Jeanne looked at me. After a moment she asked, “Are you having any second thoughts about tonight? We don’t have to do this. I can call him and cancel.” “Is that what you want?” “Michael, I want you to be happy. That’s all I want.” “Jeanne, I am happy. When I told you this morning that I was just as excited about tonight as you are, I was telling the truth.” “Really?” “Yes Jeanne, really.” I smiled. “I bought you a nice gift today.” “The one we discussed last night?” “That’s right.” “Can I see it?” “After dinner.” “You’re teasing me.” “Maybe a little.” “I bought you a gift today too.” “The one we discussed last night?” “Yes, but I also bought you a second gift.” “A second gift?” “I’m hungry. How soon will the casserole be ready?” “I’m sure it’s ready now.” “Let’s have dinner. I’ll tell you about the second gift while we’re eating.” “Now you’re teasing me.” Jeanne smiled, “Maybe a little.” While I dished up the casserole Jeanne opened the bag of salad, filled two bowls and added some ranch dressing to each of them. As soon as we were seated and eating, I said, “So tell me about the second gift.” “You’re a little impatient this evening.” “I think it might be more accurate to say that I’m a little excited this evening.” “I am too.” Jeanne was grinning. Grinning back at her, I said, “Are you going to tell me about the second gift?” “Sex Land has an exotic lingerie department. Most of it’s pretty cheesy, but some of it was fun. I bought a black garter belt and a pair of black nylon stockings.” “That will add a little spice to this evening.” “I didn’t buy them to wear tonight. I bought them to wear for you.” “I think you should wear them tonight. A garter belt and nylon stockings under a hockey jersey will make you look really slutty.” “Michael, you’re not listening to me. I bought them to wear for you.” “You will be wearing them for me. I’m going to be right there with you and believe me I’m looking forward to this show. I think it will be like watching a live porn movie staring my wife.” “You would like that, wouldn’t you.” “Yes I would. I can’t wait.” “Okay, I’ll wear the garter and stockings tonight.” Jeanne laughed.