This story is the twenty-second episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous twenty-one 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.
During the ensuing days we fell into a comfortable pattern. Amy, Mel and I spent Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays at Danny's Lounge. Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays I played golf while they entertained men in the cottage.
Jeanne called every evening and we maintained regular email contact with Ruth. Jeanne, Abby and Ruth were making one or two visits a week to Brady's Saloon. David was going with them too. Of course he was always relegated to watching from the bar.
David wanted Ruth to call her old boyfriend, Nick Granger. Ruth was refusing. She wasn't opposed to dating, in fact she was eager to start, but not with Nick. She had too much baggage with him. She felt it would be better for both of them if Nick remained a fantasy.
Abby was dating an attorney she'd met at a charity fund raiser she'd attended with her husband. It wasn't anything serious, the attorney was married too.
Jeanne continued to get together with Trent every Saturday afternoon. She always waited until five o'clock our time to call us. She wanted to be sure that Amy and Mel were finished with their cottage dates before she called. Mel, Amy and I loved hearing about Jeanne's dates with Trent. They were always several hours of rampant lust.
Life progressed smoothly until the Saturday before Christmas. I was leaving for San Antonio the next day. We were waiting for Jeanne's five o'clock telephone call.
Amy, Mel and I were seated on the living room couch in front of the fireplace. I'd built a fire. At the opposite end of the room a Julia Ann movie was playing on the big screen television. Mel had covered the couch with bath towels. The three of us were wearing nothing but sweatshirts. This was our usual attire for Jeanne's Saturday afternoon telephone call. Jeanne adopted similar attire, but her outfit also included a vibrator. She didn't have two other people with her.
I was going to miss Amy and Mel.
At one minute to five the telephone rang. Amy answered. The speaker was switched on. "Hi Jeanne."
"Hi Amy is the speaker on?"
Mel said, "It is. Hi Jeanne."
"Hi Mel."
I said, "Hi Jeanne, how was your date?"
"It was." Jeanne paused for a moment and then she said, "Unsettling."
Suddenly concerned, I asked, "What happened?"
"I ended it with Trent."
Mel asked, "Would you like to tell us about it?"
"I would." We waited. After a moment Jeanne said, "We were following our normal routine. We were having fun. When Trent arrived I sucked his cock. Michael I'm getting good at deep throating. It's not uncomfortable anymore. I'm really starting to enjoy it."
"I'm looking forward to practicing with you next week."
"Me too. Anyway, after I sucked Trent's cock we moved into the bedroom. As soon as we got into bed I started sucking him again. It was only a few minutes before he was fucking me. Trent always recovers quickly from his first orgasm. He likes to cum on my tits so just before he orgasmed he pulled out of me and took off the condom. I masturbated him while he ejaculated on me. Once he was finished I went into the bathroom and cleaned up. When I returned I got back into bed and lay next to him."
Amy said, "So far it sounds like a pretty normal Saturday afternoon for the two of you."
"It was, but then everything changed."
Mel asked, "What happened?"
"We were lying in bed waiting until Trent was hard again so he could do me in my butt. That was how we always liked to finish the afternoon."
I said, "You've been doing that for a month now."
"Yes Michael, I've learned that I love anal sex. I know you prefer pussy fucking, but while we're in San Antonio I really would like it if you'd occasionally do me back there"
"Jeanne, if you enjoy it, I'll enjoy it."
"I'll make sure you enjoy it."
"I'm certain you will."
Mel said, "Jeanne, tell us what happened."
"Yes, I'm sorry. When I'm talking to the three of you it's easy to get side tracked. We were lying in bed together, side by side. Trent and I didn't cuddle and we almost never spoke to each other. Today was different. While we were lying there Trent suddenly sat up and announced that he didn't want me to go to Brady's anymore. He said I was his slut and he didn't want to share me with other men. Michael, I was incredulous."
"I'll bet you were."
"It got worse. He actually had the audacity to tell me that next week in San Antonio he didn't want me to have sex with you. He didn't even want me to let you see me naked."
Mel said, "Uh Oh, I think our game may have backfired."
"That's exactly what happened. I told Trent he was crazy. He was actually surprised by that response. He couldn't understand why I was upset. I'd been telling him that I was doing all those nasty things just for him. Things that I wouldn't even do for my husband. He told me I was supposed to be his slut."
Jeanne paused. After a moment she said, "I explained that yes, I was doing some things for him that I wasn't doing for anyone else, but that was just because I enjoyed being slutty with him. I agreed that I had told him I was his slut, but I reminded him that I'd also made it clear that it was only while we were together."
Amy said, "I gather he didn't accept that."
"He actually got mad. He told me that wasn't enough for him. He wanted me to be his personal slut and he didn't want to share me with anyone else, not even my husband."
Mel said, "Oh my, what did you say?"
"I told him he was acting like a jerk and asked him to leave. He told me he'd leave, but not until after he'd fucked his slut in the ass. I made it clear that wasn't going to happen and ordered him to leave immediately. He grabbed me. For a moment I was scared, but then I had an idea. I told him to get his hands off of me and get out or I'd call his wife. That stopped him."
Grinning, Mel said, "I'll bet it did."
"Trent stared at me. I repeated it. I demanded that he leave immediately or I'd call his wife and I meant it. Suddenly his entire demeanor changed. He scrambled for his clothes. As he was getting dressed he tried to apologize. I told him to shut up and get out. Michael, he tried to force me."
"I know Jeanne. I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you."
"Michael, I think she did a pretty good job of protecting herself."
"You're right Mel she did, but I still wish I'd been there for her."
"I wish you had too Michael, but I created this mess and there are times when I have to live with the consequences."
Amy asked, "Jeanne did Trent leave after he was dressed?"
"He tried to apologize again, but I wasn't having any of it. I told him to get out or I'd immediately call his wife. When Trent heard that his face flushed and then he turned and ran to his car. As he was getting in to it I yelled at him to never call me again."
"Way to go girl." Mel was smiling.
I said, "After Trent left you must have been pretty upset."
"I was Michael. I called Abby. She came right over."
"Are you still upset?"
"No not really, Trent scared me a little, but he didn't actually hurt me. Truthfully I'm glad it happened."
Surprised by that reaction, I said, "You are?"
"Yes I am. I was getting tired of Trent."
"And this ended your affair."
"Yes Michael it did and I'm relieved. I wasn't looking forward to the drama that accompanies a break up."
Mel said, "There was a lot of drama in this breakup."
"Yes, but it was quick drama. It was over in a matter of minutes. Now the affair is finished and we can both move on."
"I'm glad you're not upset."
"I'm not Michael, in fact Abby just poured a glass of wine for both of us."
"Abby's still there?"
"Yes." Jeanne paused. After a moment she said, "I'm sorry, I should have said something. I should have introduced you."
"It's easy to understand why you forgot, but I would like to at least say hello to her."
"Just a moment." There was a pause and then we heard Jeanne say, "Abby they want to say hi to you."
We heard Abby answer, "Oh yes, I'd like that too."
Jeanne said, "Michael, Amy and Mel, this is my friend Abby Martin."
Abby said, "Hello everyone. I've heard so much about all three of you. It's a pleasure to finally get to talk to you."
"Hello Abby, I'm Michael Nolan. I've heard a lot about you too and I'm also pleased to finally get a chance to meet you. Thank you for taking care of my wife this afternoon."
Jeanne said, "Micheal, we take care of each other. We've become close friends.
"I understand that and Abby, I want you to know that it makes me very happy."
"Thank you Michael, most husbands won't let their wives associate with me."
Jeanne said, "Michael's not most husbands."
"He sure as hell isn't. He's the best damned husband ever."
Amy and I looked at Mel. She looked at us and said, "Oops."
Smiling, Amy said, "Abby, I'm Amy Cooper. Please excuse my partner. At times she can be a little exuberant."
"Exuberant? You've called me a lot of things, but you've never called me exuberant."
Jeanne said, "Mel, I thought all the girls from Chicago were exuberant."
Mel looked at Amy and then she looked at me. After a moment she said, "Jeanne, I think you've been spending too much time talking to us."
We all burst out laughing.
Once we settled down again Abby said, "Mel, it's nice to meet you. I love exuberant women."
"It's nice to meet you too Abby. I heard you have a rich husband."
"I do and he's very dear to me. I also heard that you like to speak your mind."
"Yup, that I do. I'm from Chicago. Girls from Chicago aren't only exuberant, they also always speak their mind."
Abby said, "Jeanne, you're right about Michael's friends. They are delightful. Mel and Amy, I hope some day we can meet in person."
Amy said, "We will. As soon as Michael gets home we'll come to visit."
Jeanne said, "I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to that day."
"I am too Jeanne, but I have to be positive both of us are ready. This is too important to risk being premature."
Sighing, Jeanne said, "I know, but I miss you so much."
Abby said, "She really does Michael."
"I know that Abby. I miss her too, but both of us still need time."
