This story is the fifth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous four 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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The next morning I was up at 6:00. I was anxious to see if Ruth and Jeanne had responded to my email. Ruth and Jeanne were in the central time zone. I was in the Pacific zone. At home it was 8:00 AM. Ruth would just be getting to work.
The previous day I'd sent my email at 4:00 PM Pacific time. By then Ruth had probably already gone home for the day. This morning she would most likely tend to the firm's business before she'd read my email. She was a good employee. Jeanne was also dedicated to the law firm that employed her. She would certainly take care of her employer's business before she took the time to address her personal concerns.
Realizing that it was unlikely that I'd hear from Ruth before noon I took a shower, dressed and went out for breakfast. After breakfast I took a stroll through Lincoln Park.
By the time I got back to my motel room it was 12:30. I turned on my computer. There was an email from Ruth. Barely able to contain my excitement I opened it.
Michael
Jeanne called me few minutes ago. She just read your email. You made her very happy.
Michael she wants to talk to you. I think you should let her. This is a complicated situation. It's too complicated for emails, especially emails that I'm passing along to each of you. Right now you're trying to maintain some distance from Jeanne and I understand why, but if you talk to her this one time I believe that she'll respect your desire to be left alone and not badger you with additional telephone calls.
She's waiting to hear from me. If you refuse to talk to her she'll send me an email and I'll forward it to you. I hope you don't make her do that. I think you've both reached a point where you need to talk directly to each other.
Please let me know what you want to do.
Ruth
I sat back and considered Ruth's suggestion. I had to agree with her. Jeanne and I had reached a point where we needed to talk. Still, I was concerned. For my plan to work Jeanne and I had to maintain some distance. I missed her and I was quite certain that she missed me. It would be easy to slip into a routine of talking to each other every night.
And then it came to me. It was really quite simple. I typed an email to Ruth.
Ruth
You're right, Jeanne and I do need to talk. I've thought of a way we can do it and still preserve the distance I feel we need at this time. She can call my motel room phone.
When you talk to Jeanne suggest that she wait until she gets home to make the call. I suspect it will turn out to be a long call. She'll want to be comfortable and in a place where she won't be disturbed.
If Jeanne has plans after work today tell her that we can always talk tomorrow or any evening when she's free. If that does turn out to be the case, let me know so I won't be waiting for her call.
Please remind her that it doesn't matter how late she calls. It's two hours earlier here.
Once again thank you for acting as our intermediary.
Michael
I then added the name of the motel where I was staying, my room number and the motel's telephone number.
After sending the email I glanced at my wrist watch. It was just after 1:00. Needing to kill time, I went for another walk. It was 2:00 when I returned to my motel room. I immediately checked my email. There was a reply from Ruth. I anxiously opened it.
Michael
Thank you, when I read your email to Jeanne she actually screamed with delight. I hope she didn't disturb her bosses. Those attorneys she works for pay her very well, but they're an uptight bunch.
Jeanne will call you as soon as she gets home today. She thought it would be around 6:00. That would make it 4:00 on the west coast.
Michael, I believe you're doing the right thing. Try to listen to Jeanne and understand. I urged her to do the same thing.
Ruth
Now nervous with anticipation I stood up and began pacing around my motel room. It was going to happen. I was going to talk to Jeanne.
I had two hours to kill. The wait was going to be unbearable. I'd already taken two walks, I couldn't tolerate another one and I knew that a walk wouldn't be an adequate distraction. Reading and watching television wouldn't work either. I tried playing solitaire on my computer. I immediately lost interest in the game.
Finally, out of desperation I watched a Julia Ann movie on my computer. As I watched the movie I imagined that it was Jeanne and her latest date. While it did help pass the time it had an added benefit. I wanted Jeanne to know that I was trying hard to learn to accept and even enjoy her new lifestyle. Having a little sexual edge would help with that.
The movie featured Julia Ann and a man in his mid to late twenties. They were playing on a couch in a living room. As I watched Julia Ann suck her costars cock I imagined sitting in our den watching a baseball game while Jeanne was in the living room with her date sucking his cock. I had to admit that the image excited me.
At five minutes to four I turned off the movie. I didn't want to be distracted while I talked with Jeanne. After shutting my computer down I sat next to the telephone and waited.
Four o'clock arrived. In the central time zone it was six o'clock. The telephone didn't ring. I continued to wait. The time dragged by.
Fifteen minutes later Jeanne still hadn't called. I assumed that she'd been delayed by traffic. I continued to wait.
At 6:30 I stood up and started pacing the room. I kept telling myself that Jeanne had most likely been delayed by traffic or her job. Occasionally at the end of a workday one of the attorneys would need to have several documents prepared. When that happened Jeanne had to stay until everything was finished. Still the icy fingers of doubt and fear began to insinuate their way into my thoughts. Was it possible that Jeanne's latest date had called at the last minute and invited her to stop for an after work cocktail?
As I was considering the likelihood of that occurrence the telephone rang. It was 6:40. My fears and doubts vanished. Grinning, I answered the telephone.
"Hello."
"Michael?"
"Jeanne?"
"Yes, it's me."
"It's me too."
Jeanne giggled. "I guess we've figured out that it's us."
I laughed. "Yeah, we'll be stars at the old peoples home."
There was a moment of silence and then Jeanne said, "I hope we'll be there together."
"I do too Jeanne."
"Do you Michael? Even after all the stupid things I've done."
"Yes Jeanne, I do. I'm glad you called."
"Thank you for allowing me to call. I'm sorry I'm late. Carl Boyer needed a contract typed. It had to be done today."
"I thought that was probably what happened. Don't worry, I understand."
"Thank you."
"Would you like to talk?"
"Yes, very much."
There was a brief pause and then Jeanne said. "Michael, I'm so sorry about the way I handled all of this. I really was stupid."
"Jeanne during the course of our marriage we've both made mistakes."
"That's true, but you've never made a mistake of the magnitude of the one I just made."
"While I'll concede that it's been done and there's nothing we can do about it. I'm choosing to forget that it happened and try to move on."
"Are you coming home?"
"No Jeanne, I'm not."
"Why not? In your email it sounded like you were actually encouraging me to continue dating. You said that it was okay for me to entertain men in our house. You offered to give me money to turn Tricia's room into a play room."
"Yes that was exactly what I said and I am trying to accept what you're doing. I'm even trying to get to a point where I enjoy what you're doing, but I'm not there yet. I need more time."
"I see." The disappointment in Jeanne's voice was evident.
"Jeanne, I'm going to ask you to do something for me."
"Yes, of course; anything, anything at all."
"If we're eventually going to be able to work this out we have to be totally honest with each other. Can you do that?'
"Of course I can."
"You can't hold anything back."
"Michael, where are you going with this?" Suddenly there was a tone of wariness in Jeanne's voice.
"Promise me Jeanne."
"Why Michael? What are you going to ask me?"
"Anything and everything."
"Why? I thought you forgave me."
"I did. Now I'm trying to figure out a way for both of us to be happy."
"We can be happy Michael. I'll stop dating. I've gotten it out of my system. I don't need to do it anymore. As soon as you come home I'll show you how much I love you."
"It's not that easy Jeanne. When you started this you opened a box. Whether it's a Pandora's box filled with pain and recrimination or a gift box filled with joy and excitement remains to be seen. What I do know is now that you've opened the box we have to confront it."
"No Michael, it will be just like it used to be only better. I've learned to love sex. I promise I'll make you the happiest man in the world."
"I wish it was that easy, I really do; but it's not. Now it's a matter of trust. Every time you're late coming home from work, every time you go out with the girls, every time I have to go out of town for business I'll worry that you're meeting a man for sex."
"No Michael, you can trust me."
"Can I? Haven't you reveled in the freedom you've had during the past three months? You've dated a number of men and enjoyed them all. Won't that be hard to give up?"
"Michael, I..."
"No Jeanne, you don't have to tell me the answers. These questions are for you. Think about it, can I really trust you? That Saturday I caught you with Derek Fischer in our bed you told me that you weren't planning to have sex with him. You made the mistake of letting him kiss you and you melted."
Jeanne sighed.
I pressed. "Can you honestly promise me that it won't occur again? It might happen like this. You'll go out with the other secretaries in your building for a drink after work. You enjoy doing that. One of your old dates will be in the bar. It will be an accident. Neither of you knew the other one would be there. You liked him. You'll talk. You'll have an extra drink. You'll dance a couple of dances. After you're finished dancing you won't return to the table of secretaries, you'll go to a table of your own. After all he was a friend. You'll want to talk."
Jeanne didn't attempt to refute what I was saying, she just listened.
"He'll lead you to a secluded booth in a dark corner of the bar. When you sit down you'll sit on the same side of the booth. You'll cuddle up to him. You'll feel guilty, but he's a big man. His arms are so comfortable. You'll talk. You'll flirt. It will feel good to flirt again. He'll kiss you. You'll kiss him back. While you're kissing him he'll cup your breast. You'll know that you should stop him, but you won't want to stop him. Instead you'll let your hand brush across his erect penis."
"Please Micheal, don't."
"Jeanne I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm trying to explain." I paused. After a moment I asked; "Can you promise me that a situation like that will never occur?"
Jeanne whispered, "You know I can't"
"So every time you go out without me I'll have to worry."
"Michael what are we going to do? I love you. I want to be with you."
"I want to be with you too Jeanne."
