I walked Maureen to her car. It was across the street in the parking lot of Jimmy's Steakhouse. As she was getting in, I asked, "What's going to happen when you tell Eric about tonight? Will you be safe?"
"I will. Eric's an ass, but he's a nonviolent ass."
"If you need me, all you have to do is call."
"Thank you, that means a lot to me."
I kissed Maureen. As I closed her car door she said, "Michael."
"Yes?"
"I know you love Jeanne."
"I do, I always will."
"I know that, I really do, but this was still one of the most wonderful nights I've ever had. I can't thank you enough."
"I enjoyed it too."
"Can we really have dinner together tomorrow night? If you don't want to, it's okay, but please call me and tell me. Don't make me sit in the restaurant alone waiting for you."
"I would never do that. Maureen, I'm looking forward to dinner tomorrow night. I'm looking forward to getting to know you and I'm looking forward to building a friendship with you."
Smiling, Maureen said, "Me too. Goodnight Michael."
"Goodnight Maureen, remember, if you need me just call."
"I will." Maureen shifted her car into reverse and backed out of her parking space. As she shifted into forward, she said, "Thank you Micheal, I'll see you tomorrow night."
"Yes you will. Good night Maureen."
Maureen pulled her car out into the street. I watched her tail lights disappear into the night and then I walked back across the street to my motel. Inside my room, I poured myself a glass of Chivas Regal, turned on my television and found an NHL hockey game. The Bruins were playing the Rangers. It was the third period. The Bruins were up 3 to 2. I sat down and watched the end of the game while I waited for Jeanne to call.
I didn't have a long wait. My cell phone buzzed. Suddenly feeling nervous about what I was going to have to tell Jeanne, I picked it up.
"Hello Micheal"
"Hello Jeanne, how are you?"
"I'm good. I've had a nice evening."
"So have I. I think I should tell you about mine before you tell me about yours."
"OK." I detected a note of apprehension in Jeanne's voice.
After taking a long slow breath to calm myself, I began. "There's a restaurant across the street from my motel, Jimmy's Steakhouse. I had dinner there this evening."
"That sounds pleasant." The apprehension in Jeanne's voice was still present.
"It was. I had a nice dinner, but that's not why I'm telling you this."
"Okay."
"There was a woman seated at the next table. She was also alone. We started talking and ended up having dinner together.
"I see."
"She was nice."
"What's her name?"
"Maureen Styles."
"Is she young?"
"No, she's maybe a year or two older than we are."
"Is she married?"
"Yes."
"Where was her husband?"
I paused for a moment and then I said, "He was on a date with his girlfriend."
"Oh."
"Two months ago he announced to her that he was seeing another woman. It was out of the blue, no warning."
There was a brief silence and then Jeanne said, "I see. Her situation is similar to yours, isn't it?"
"Maybe initially, but you and I are working things out. We're trying to save our marriage. Maureen's husband isn't even making a halfhearted attempt to do that. According to her, his attitude is like it or lump it."
"That's cold."
"Yes it is."
"At first I did that to you, didn't I?"
"At first."
"I'm so sorry Micheal."
"Jeanne I'm not telling you this to make you feel bad. You came to San Francisco. That changed everything. It was tough at first, but we are working it out. I think by now we both have come to realize that even though the road was hard, it was worth it. I'm happy with our new life and I'll be even happier when I come home."
"Me too, Micheal. Alright, tell me more about your dinner with this woman."
"Maureen."
"Yes, Maureen."
"We exchanged stories. I was honest with her. I told her everything. She was intrigued about you, Amy and Mel. She wants to be more free and open. Your life style appeals to her."
"She wants to be a slut?"
"Yes, well at least she wants to give it a try."
"What about her husband?"
"I don't think she cares about what he thinks. Jeanne, there's something else you need to know."
"Okay."
"When I told Maureen about the time I spent with Amy and Mel, I told her about cuckold boot camp. She wants me to put her through slut boot camp."
"Slut boot camp? She wants you to teach her how to be a slut?"
I took a deep breath,"That's right. I'm not sure how you're going to take this, but tonight, after we had dinner, we went back to my motel room. I gave Maureen her first slut boot camp lesson. I had sex with her tonight."
"You fucked her?"
"Yes, but first I went down on her and then she went down on me."
"Michael..." The angst in Jeanne's voice was unmistakeable.
Not feeling at all sympathetic about her anxiety, I said, "Jeanne, why don't you tell me about your evening. Did Jack Mahler fuck you tonight?"
"Michael, that's not fair."
"Why Jeanne? Why isn't it fair?"
"Because...I don't know. Oh Michael, this is all so confusing. I'm terrified I'm loosing you."
"Jeanne, tonight you entertained a man in our house. A man you stated you find both sexually and intellectually attractive. You asked me to trust you. You told me I don't need to worry about losing you to this man."
"You don't have to worry Michael. I'll never leave you for another man or woman."
"Don't I deserve that same trust? Jeanne, you have always been, are now and always will be the love of my life. I make the same commitment to you that you just made to me. I will never leave you for anyone else."
"Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night terrified that I've destroyed our marriage. Michael, I worry that you're never going to come home."
"You haven't destroyed our marriage and I am going to come home. That's a promise. You are my wife and partner. You will always be my wife and partner. No one else could ever take your place."
"I feel the same way about you Michael." Jeanne paused for a moment and then she said, "Maybe we should just go back to the way it used to be. Come home, I'll give up the other men."
"Jeanne, you know that if we do that a part of you will always regret it. You love your new life."
"I know."
"We have to trust each other. I love you. Trust is a big part of love."
"I love you too Michael."
"I know and I trust that love. Will you trust my love for you?"
"Okay." There was a moment of silence and then Jeanne quietly said, "Tell me about her. Is she pretty?"
"Yes, Maureen's an attractive woman."
Sighing, Jeanne said, "Of course she is."
I quickly continued. "She's lost right now. She needs time to find herself. She needs to explore a side of herself that she's repressed for most of her life. She needs a friend to help her with that."
"That was what you needed to do, wasn't it Michael?"
"Yes Jeanne, it was."
"And Amy and Mel were the friends who helped you, weren't they."
"Yes."
"Because of that you feel an affinity for this woman."
"I think that's correct."
"You want to help her."
"I really do."
"I guess I understand." Jeanne laughed. "It would be pretty hypocritical if I objected."
"Yes it would. You have to trust me, just like I'm trusting you."
"Okay."
"Jeanne, if you met Maureen, I'm sure you'd like her. You're very similar. I think that might be another reason I enjoy her company so much."
"If you like her Micheal, then I am sure I would too. Look at Amy and Mel, you have a perfect record so far. Tell me more about Maureen. I want to hear about your first session of slut boot camp."
Chuckling, I said, "Being a bit voyeuristic, are we?"
"I guess so. The evening I spent with Abby, Mark and Bobby I discovered I like to watch too. I now understand why it turns you on so much."
"You really want me to tell you about fucking Maureen?"
"Every seamy detail, then I'll tell you about fucking Jack."
Still chuckling, I said, "I'm not going to lie, this is a bit awkward for me. I'm not usually the one sharing."
"I understand. Truthfully, I still feel shy when I share with you. Start at the beginning, go slow. I'll ask questions if I need to."
"Alright," I took a deep breath and began. "After Maureen and I finished dinner We started talking about dating. She's so insecure right now. I had to reassure her that she's still a very attractive woman; lots of men would want her."
"You felt the same way last August after I so stupidly questioned your desirability. You do understand why I said that, don't you."
"Yes, I understand. I'm over it now. You, Amy and Mel have done a good job of rebuilding my ego."
"Tell me more about your evening with Maureen. You were reassuring her that she was still attractive."
"She asked me if I wanted her."
"She is insecure. What did you say to her?"
"I told her that of course I wanted her."
"Of course you wanted her? That was bold of you."
Shrugging, I said, "You've transformed me. I used to be a timid, mild mannered accountant. Now I'm audacious womanizer."
Jeanne burst out laughing. "Michael, I love you so much."
Laughing along with her, I said, "I love you too Jeanne."
"Okay Don Juan, describe your conquest for me. You told me she was pretty."
"She is. She's a mature woman with a full figure and amazing rear."
Still giggling, Jeanne said, "You always have been a butt man."
"Damn right."
"Tell me more."
"She has kind eyes and a warm smile. She wears her hair shoulder length."
"What color is her hair?"
"She's a brunette."
"Does she have big tits?"
It was my turn to burst out laughing. "Big tits? Jeanne, sometimes you completely amaze me."
"Sometimes I amaze myself. Now does she?"
"Yes, she has gorgeous tits."
"Are they bigger than mine?"
"Is Jack's cock bigger than mine?"
Chuckling, Jeanne said, "Touche. That said, you already know about Jack. He is bigger than you are. Now are Maureen's tits bigger than mine?"
"I think yours are a little larger than Maureen's, but she's still well endowed."
"So are you."
"Thank you."
"Michael, she sounds hot."
"She is. You're starting to like women, aren't you?"
"Appreciate might be the best way to describe my current feelings about sex with women. While I'm certain I'll always prefer men, there's something intriguingly different about sex with a woman."
"For one thing, there isn't a dick involved."
Jeanne laughed. "The timid mild mannered accountant is definitely gone." She paused, after a moment she said, "Yes, that's true, but there's more. Women are softer, gentler and Micheal, women understand how to lick a pussy."
"I have to agree. I've seen Amy and Mel in action."
