Awakenings Ch. 26

This story is the twenty-sixth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous twenty-five episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own I strongly suggest that you find something else to read.

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I spent the night in a Motel Six in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Lake Charles was only three hundred miles from San Antonio, but I got a late start, it began raining while I was passing through Houston and I was eager to talk to Jeanne and Mel and Amy. Three hundred miles was enough for that day.

I had dinner at a Chili's, a tossed salad, a small sirloin steak, a baked potato, and a twenty ounce beer. All four of the basic food groups were represented, although Jeanne would argue that red wine would have been a better choice than beer for the fourth food group. She would have also argued that I'd neglected the fifth food group, chocolate. I really did love that woman, she understood life.

After dinner I went back to my motel, poured myself a glass of Canadian whiskey and called Jeanne. Canadian Whiskey was my choice for the fifth food group. Married couples don't always have to agree.

Jeanne answered on the third ring. "Hi Michael, where are you?"

"Lake Charles, Louisiana."

"Where is that?"

"East of Houston, just over the Texas Louisiana border."

"You decided not to stay in San Antonio."

"Do you blame me?"

"Not at all, our last night there was a little traumatic."

"It was. Are you doing okay?"

Laughing, Jeanne said, "I'll probably have a few nightmares, but I'll survive. How about you?"

"About the same, how was your trip home?"

"Uneventful. Michael, I already miss you."

"I miss you too Jeanne. How's Tricia doing?"

"She's sad."

"That's good."

"I agree. I think she's already beginning to understand that she really screwed up.

"Awakenings Jeanne, right now our life seems to be inundated with them."

"It really does, doesn't it. Have you talked to Amy and Mel?"

"Not yet, I'm going to call them after I'm finished talking to you."

"I hope Paul is okay."

"So do I. He should be there by now. Why don't you call them too."

"That's a good idea, but you should call them first. I'll wait a half hour before I call."

"Okay."

Jeanne and I chatted for a few more minutes. After we ended our conversation I called Mel and Amy.

Amy answered. "Hello."

"Hi Amy, it's Michael."

There was a pause and then I heard Amy say, "Hey Mel and Paul, Michael's on the phone."

"Oh good, come on Paul, we'll all talk to him. Amy turn the speaker on." It was Mel.

"It's on."

Mel said, "Hi Michael."

"Hi Mel, I gather Paul got there."

Amy said, "We picked him up a couple of hours ago. We just finished dinner."

"Michael he's a sweetheart. We're keeping him forever. Amy and I are both already in love with him."

I laughed.

Mel continued. "He likes to cook and he's good at it. This morning I made a lasagna. I put it in the oven before we left to pick up Paul. As soon as we got home we got him set up in the guest room and then we had cocktails on the veranda. After we finished our cocktails we went inside. Paul made the salads while I made the garlic bread."

Amy said, "After dinner he helped me clean the kitchen while we finished the bottle of zinfandel we had with dinner."

"Michael, you're right. Amy and Mel are really nice. Thank you for sending me here."

"Paul, you just called me Michael."

"Damn right he did. When we picked him up he started calling me Ms. Mel and Amy Ms. Amy. We nipped that in the bud right away. Sometimes we might do a little role playing, but we're not dominants. In this house everyone is equal."

I smiled. "Paul, I'm glad you like it there."

"I do. Tomorrow Mel and Amy are working in the cottage. They both have two dates. They're going to teach me to spot for them and on Friday I'm going with them to the club where they dance. They told me they can get me a job as a bar boy. While I'm working the bartenders will teach me to tend bar. I'm excited. It's going to be fun to work again."

Amy said, "Michael I'm glad you sent him to us. Right now this is a good place for him."

"Michael?"

"Yes Paul?"

"How are Jeanne and Jodie?"

"I just talked to Jeanne. They got home okay."

"Please say hello to them for me and thank them for being so nice to me."

"You can tell Jeanne yourself. She's going to call Mel and Amy tonight."

Mel said, "We thought she'd probably call."

There was a pause and then Paul asked, "How's Tricia?"

"Jeanne told me she's sad."

There was another pause and then Paul said, "It's funny, right now I'm as happy as I've been for a very long time, but I feel sad too."

"You and Tricia both lost your way. Now you have to find it again. I fear that may be harder for Tricia than it will be for you."

"If she's sad maybe she at least knows she lost her way. That's a start."

"Yes it is and she has Jeanne and Jodie to help her."

"I'm glad. I hope they can help her find her way again."

"I do too."

Mel said, "Micheal, on the the phone this morning you told us your New Years Eve was a little strange. We got the impression there was more than just Tricia and Paul. Was there?"

"Oh yes."

"Can you tell us about it?"

"Of course." I spent the next ten minutes telling them about our encounter with Marv Kemp.

When I was finished Amy said, "Remember your nightmare? That night we discussed the concern that Jeanne's attraction to aggressive men carried a risk."

"Yes I remember. Jeanne and I talked about that last night."

Mel asked, "Are the two of you okay? I mean with each other."

"I actually think it brought us even closer together."

"Because you stood up for her and she stood up for you."

"That's right."

"Do you want to try watching again?"

"Yes Amy, I think both of us want to try it again. Jeanne feels like its a way to share her new life with me."

"And you want to do it again because you're a voyeur. You like to watch." Giggling, Mel quickly added. "I understand because I'm a voyeur too."

Amy chimed in, "Me too."

Laughing, Paul said, "So am I. I used to love watching Tricia when she was entertaining a date."

Amy said, "Paul honey, have you ever watched two women make love?"

"No."

"Would you like to watch?"

"Could I?"

"Paul you are now living in Amy and Mel's house of sin." I was chuckling.

Mel said, "Sweetie after we're finished talking to Michael we're going to talk to Jeanne. When we're done talking to Jeanne we're going upstairs. All three of us are going go take a shower together. After our shower we're going to play. You do want to play with us, don't you."

"Really?"

Still chuckling, I said, "Yes Paul, really. Face it, you're now living with a couple of sex crazed nude dancers. It's your job to keep them happy."

"I don't know, I'm not one of Tricia's stud lovers."

Purring like a kitten, Mel said, "Baby, you're the perfect man for us."

In an equally seductive voice, Amy said, "Yes you are. We can't wait to get you upstairs."

"I think it's time for me to leave this conversation."

Mel asked, "Michael will you call us again tomorrow night?"

"Of course I will."

Mel started laughing.

I asked, "What's happening?"

Mel said, "Amy just unzipped Paul's pants. She has his cock out. She's sucking him."

"Michael, he has a beautiful cock. It's not very big, but it's really hard and it has the cutest head." Amy laughed. "Mel just took off her shorts and panties. She's standing on the couch straddling Paul. Her pussy is right in his face."

Paul yelled, "Michael." My concern for his well-being was tempered by the fact that he was giggling.

In a garbled voice, she obviously had Paul's cock in her mouth, Amy said, "Relax baby, in this house everyone gets to enjoy sex. We give and we receive equally. Now close your eyes and enjoy what I'm doing while you make Mel happy."

Still chuckling, I said, "Paul my friend, if you're not satisfied with your current situation tell me. I'll pick you up. I can be in Tucson in two days."

Mel said, "Michael, both your friend and my girlfriend are currently preoccupied. They're not able to speak, but I will check for you. Paul, if you want Mr. Nolan to come and get you, raise your hand."

There was a pause and then Mel said, "Nope, he didn't raise his hand. I believe he's quite content with the status quo."

Now laughing, I said, "Goodnight Amy, Mel and Paul" and then I ended the call.

I poured myself another glass of Canadian whiskey. As I sipped it I wondered if they'd even answer the telephone when Jeanne called them. Actually I knew they would. Amy and Mel loved Jeanne, but I suspected that one of them would be doing all the talking.

The next night I stayed in Mobile, Alabama. While it was only a little over three hundred miles from Lake Charles, I'd heard good things about Alabama golf. I was eager to play a couple of courses there.

That night I made my usual call to Jeanne. She'd gone back to work. She wasn't happy. The stodgy old attorneys who employed her were becoming increasingly disenchanted with her new persona and she was becoming increasingly less tolerant of their insistence that she moderate the way she dressed. I was quite certain that a reckoning was in the offing.

I called Amy and Mel too. They'd taught Paul to spot for them during their cottage dates. He'd also met Juan and helped him with the horses. Paul told me that he couldn't ever remember being happier. That made me happy.

It rained in Mobile for two days straight. The evening of the second day I watched the local weather. They were predicting another week of rain. The next morning I packed my bag and continued east. It was also cold, so when I reached Florida I decided to turn south.

I spent the night in a Motel 6 outside of Tampa. The next morning I continued south. I reached Fort Meyers in the early afternoon. The sun was shining and it was 72 degrees. Deciding to stop, I found an inexpensive motel. There were several golf courses nearby, a steak house and a coffee shop across the street and a Walgreen's Drug Store at the end of the block. The Walgreen's sold liquor and light groceries. I had everything I needed. I checked in.

It was Tuesday January 7th. Six days had passed since I'd taken Jeanne, Tricia, Jodie and Paul to the San Antonio airport. I'd continued making nightly telephone calls to both Jeanne and Mel, Amy and Paul.

Paul was flourishing in Mel and Amy's care. He was now working as a bar boy at Danny's Lounge. The bartenders were teaching him to tend bar and in a month he was hoping to be working as a full fledged bartender. Several of the young dancers were also exhibiting some interest in him. Realizing that Paul was vulnerable, Amy and Mel were keeping a close eye on those interactions.

The attorney's that employed Jeanne were continuing to grow increasingly intolerant of her flamboyant mode of dress. Apparently their wives were complaining. Jeanne was adamantly refusing to tone down her appearance. She argued that her attire was a form of self expression. I interpreted that to mean she was now an avowed slut and she enjoyed flaunting it. She also reminded me that while we were in San Antonio I'd urged her to fully embrace and enjoy her new lifestyle. Her manner of dress was part of that new life. I was certain that Jeanne and her current employers would soon agree that it was in everyone's best interest to part company. I hoped that it would be an amiable or at least civil parting. Knowing Jeanne I feared it might not be.

During the six days since she'd returned home Jeanne had led a quiet life. I didn't blame her. The week in San Antonio had been intense. I needed a break too. She was also spending as much time as she could with Tricia. Jeanne was a good mother. Her daughter needed her.

The previous night she'd told me that tonight she was planning to go to Brady's with Abby, Ruth and David. I was happy. I was afraid the New Years Eve encounter with Marv Kemp might have made her anxious about dating. Going to Brady's with her friends was a good way to get back into her new life.

It was just after ten o'clock when Jeanne called me. I'd had a nice dinner at the steakhouse across the street and was watching a rerun of "Scandal". I was expecting her call. I was now in the eastern time zone. It was only nine o'clock at home.

"Hi Michael."

"Hi Jeanne, how was your evening at Brady's"

"It was fun."

"Did you meet anyone interesting?"

"Michael, you're incorrigible."

"What can I say, did you?"

"Yes, of course I did. His name is Jack Mahler. He sells heating and air conditioning systems."

"Tell me more about him. Is he handsome?"

There was a pause. After a moment Jeanne said, "Yes Michael, he's very handsome."

Sensing that Jeanne had enjoyed this man and was feeling a little insecure about admitting it to me, I said, "Jeanne, during the past month I've learned that I need and want to trust you. New years Eve taught me that I can feel secure about trusting you without any reservations."

"You can Micheal. You're the only man I'll ever love."

"I believe that Jeanne, so relax and tell me all about this man. You said he was handsome."

"Michael he was a total dreamboat, 6'2", long wavy dark hair, broad shoulders and a nice sense of humor."

"Maybe I should be jealous."

"You know you don't need to be jealous. You never have to be jealous. No one could ever replace you in my heart."

Laughing, I said, "Okay, so did you go out to his car?"

"Oh yes."

"And?"

"Of course I went down on him."

"Tell me more."

Jeanne laughed, "Michael, you really are a voyeur, aren't you."

"Guilty as charged and you're a slut."

"I am. I'm becoming a notorious slut."

"So slut wife, tell me more. Was he big?"

"Michael, he really was. He was at least eight inches. I realized it while we were sitting in the back booth in the bar, but when we got out to the car I opened his pants and took it out. Michael, it took my breath away."

Chuckling, I said, "You have acquired an appreciation for well endowed men, haven't you."

"Is that okay?"

"Yes Jeanne, it's okay. Tell me what happened next."

"The usual, he unbuttoned my blouse, unfastened my brassiere and played with my tits while I gave him a blow job." Jeanne paused. After a moment she said, "But Michael."

"Yes Jeanne?"

"Just before he came he handed me his handkerchief."

"He was a gentleman."

"Yes."

"That's not the kind of man you're usually attracted to."

"No, but after New Years Eve I feel like I need a break from aggressive men."

Understanding, I said, "You're lucky you ran into this man. What was his name?"

"Jack."

"That's right, Jack."

"Michael, while he was walking me back into the bar he asked me out."

"He asked for a date?"

"Yes, I'd really like to see him again. He was nice."

"So you accepted?"

"Is that all right?"

"Yes Jeanne, you need to do this."

"I'd like to do it."

"That's why you need to do it. When are you going out with him?"

"We're not actually going out. Friday night he's coming to the house for a cocktail."

"Friday night? Is he single?"

"No he's married, but his wife goes out with a group of women every Friday night."

"Does he have children?"

"One daughter, she's twenty-three and married."

"It sounds to me like it's possible you might have found a new boyfriend."

"Would that be okay?"

"Jeanne, before I can come home this is exactly what you need to do."

"Michael, I love you."

"I know that Jeanne, but right now Jack excites you, doesn't he."

"Yes Michael, he really does."

"Then I'm excited for you too."

"Thank you Michael. You're the best husband in the whole world."

Laughing, I said, "Just remember to call me after he goes home. I'll want to hear every seamy detail."

"You know I will." There was another pause and then Jeanne said, "Michael, I need to tell you about something else that happened tonight."

"Okay."

"Before we went to Brady's Abby, Ruth, David and I had dinner at Mario's Cafe."

"I'm envious. Mario's has wonderful food. What did you have?"

"The fettuccine carbonara, it was good, but Michael that's not why I brought this up."

"Okay."

"Ruth told us that she and David have decided that they're both ready for her to have a boyfriend."

"But not her old flame Nick."

"Definitely not Nick. Ruth told us that he gets possessive. She's also afraid he'll be rude to David."

"That could turn into an ugly situation."

"Yes it could."

"So what are they going to do?"

"They're hoping Ruth will meet a guy at Brady's"

"Like the guy you met tonight."

"Yes, although I don't know Jack very well. He could still turn out to be a dud."

"That's always possible. You have to be careful. Did Ruth meet anyone interesting tonight?"

"She hooked up with a guy. I haven't talked to her since we split up, but Michael, Abby had an idea."

"Okay."

"Her husband Luther has a friend. His name is Matt Haynes. He owns a flooring company. He installs the tile and carpeting in all of Luther's office buildings and retail developments."

"He must be wealthy."

"I'm certain he is. Abby told us he's married and divorced three wives. He's a younger version of Luther, a workaholic and a notorious womanizer. He has neither the time nor the temperament for a serious relationship. When he was younger he was a night club king, but now that he's getting older he lacks both the time and the stamina for that style of living. He's looking for something casual. A relationship that demands minimum commitment and responsibility."

"An affair with a married woman who has an agreeable husband would demand minimum commitment and responsibility."

"Exactly."

"How old is he?"

"Fifty-one."

"That's not so old."

"It's not, unless you're working sixty hours a week."

"Yes, I'm sure that makes it much more difficult to find the energy to go clubbing. Were Ruth and David interested?"

"Very, they'd like to meet him."

"Do you have a plan?"

"Of course we do. We're going to have a dinner party at our house next week. Abby will invite Matt and Mark and Bobby."

"Will David be invited too?"

"Not for this dinner. Abby's going to call Matt tomorrow and tell him about Ruth and David. She'll make sure he understands that both Ruth and David want David to be included in this relationship, but the first time they get together we think it will be a little less awkward if David stays at home."

"I agree. You're inviting Mark and Bobby. I get the feeling you and Abby are planning an orgy."

"Just a partial orgy. If they hit it off Ruth and Matt can use my boudoir. Abby, Mark, Bobby and I can party in the living room."

"When this party is over you have to call me.

"It might be late."

"For me that just means I'll have to play afternoon golf the next day."

Jeanne laughed. "That's the real reason you're not coming home soon. You like not working."

"I have to admit that life as a traveling vagabond does have it's appeal."

"You're incorrigible."

"Lifestyle criticism from a woman who at the age of forty-seven decided to become an avowed slut?"

"Touche, we're both incorrigible. I love you Michael Nolan."

"And I love you too Jeanne Nolan."

Jeanne and I talked for a few more minutes, mostly about Tricia and Jodie. It was almost 11:30 when we finally ended the call.

Wednesday and Thursday were uneventful. I played golf both mornings. The nearby courses were fun and inexpensive. After dinner I called Mel, Amy and Paul first. Paul was flourishing under Mel and Amy's care.