This is the fifth episode in a series entitled "Jackie and Artie". If you have not read the previous four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.
"Jackie and Artie" is a romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative lifestyle. If this subject matter offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable I strongly suggest that you find something else to read.
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Seconds after making that resolution I heard the door between the garage and kitchen open followed by the unmistakable click of high heels on the stone tile floor. Jackie was home. I glanced at the clock on the mantel. It was five minutes past ten.
Excited, I stood up and hurried to greet her. We met in the dining room. Both of us froze. For a moment we just stared at each other. Jackie looked good, surprisingly good. She'd just spent two hours enjoying hot sex with another man in his hotel room. I'd expected her to be a disheveled mess. She wasn't. Her hair was combed and her dress and makeup were as perfect as they'd been at the Goldenrod.
I also couldn't help once again noticing the silver necklace Jackie was wearing. In the restaurant I'd assumed that it had to have been costume jewelry, but now that I was getting a closer look at it I had to question that assumption. While I certainly wasn't an expert, the workmanship appeared to be much too fine for costume jewelry. If the silver work was as expertly hand crafted as it appeared to be, then it followed that the stones might also be real diamonds. If that was the case, Jackie's necklace had to be worth a small fortune.
I was about to ask Jackie about it when she asked; "Artie, are you okay?"
Her question shifted my attention back to the current situation. My wife had just arrived home after spending two hours in a hotel room having sex with a man she'd met in a bar. I was her husband, she was worried about me.
I remembered the fears and anxiety I'd felt a few minutes earlier while I was alone in the living room waiting for her to come home. I looked at Jackie; I could see that the concern in her eyes was real. Her tone had been soft and caring.
The fears and anxiety that had nagged at me while I was waiting for her vanished. I relaxed; Jackie was still my loving wife. Smiling, I said; "Yeah, I'm fine."
Jackie nodded. There was more silence. It became apparent to me that Jackie was even more apprehensive than I'd been. After a moment she asked, "Are we okay?"
I smiled at her again and then I walked over to her and took her in my arms. As I hugged her, I whispered; "As far as I'm concerned we're better than ever."
Jackie stepped back. Looking in my eyes, she said; "Really?"
"Yeah, really."
"Artie, I was worried that you were going to hate me. I never should have gone to the Goldenrod tonight. It was too soon, I pushed you too quickly. I'm so sorry, please forgive me."
"No, it wasn't too soon. The timing was perfect. It gave me my first taste of life as a cuckold. I needed the experience. Also, having your sister there and being able to talk to your mom when I got home really helped."
"It did?"
"Yes, Nattie and Connie were both very nice to me."
Jackie laughed. "I'll bet they were."
I shook my head; "No they weren't that nice although your sister did have a pretty firm hold on my penis the entire time we were sitting at the table."
"I know, I told her she could do that. Did you enjoy it?"
"I did" and then I nervously asked, "Was that okay, I mean that I enjoyed it?"
"Artie honey, I just left a hotel room where another man spent two hours fucking me. It would be pretty unfair if I objected because another woman played with your penis tonight."
Deciding that this was as good a moment as any to start establishing the ground rules of our new relationship I took a deep breath and said; "Ms. Jacqueline, I don't want things to ever be fair."
Jackie thought about what I'd just told her and then she smiled and asked, "Artie are you telling me what I think you're telling me?"
Grinning at my wife, I dropped to my knees and looked up at her. "Ms. Jacqueline, tonight I realized that other than being able to raise our children, there is nothing I want more in this world than to spend the rest of my life serving as your willing slave and cuckold."
"Artie, are you sure?"
"As sure as I've ever been about anything in my entire life."
"Artie, I love you so much."
"I love you too Ms. Jacqueline."
"Just Jacqueline Artie, but I want you to call me that all the time, even in front of the girls."
"And you'll still call me Artie."
"Of course and everyone else will still call me Jackie. Do you agree to that?"
"Of course I do Jacqueline and I promise to faithfully serve and obey you for the rest of my life." I bent over and kissed the toe of each of her high heeled shoes.
Jackie gasped. My demonstration of subservience had clearly aroused her. Of course her reaction had a similar effect on me. Knowing that my wife was excited by my submission excited me.
"Artie."
I looked up at Jackie.
She said; "I promise that every day for the rest of our lives I will try to make you the most well cared for and loved slave who ever lived."
I smiled at Jackie.
She smiled back at me and then she reached down and gently pulled me to my feet. "Come on; let's go check on the girls. After that I want to go to our bedroom and show you just how much I love you."
"You mean your bedroom, don't you?"
Jackie stared at me.
I said; "Your private boudoir. After all you are the mistress of the house. You should have your own private bed room."
"Artie, are you saying that you don't want to sleep with me anymore?"
"Of course not; I will eagerly accept every invitation to spend the night with you in your private chambers, but my official quarters should be in the basement. Jacqueline, there may be times when you'll be sharing your bed with someone else."
"Artie, are you sure about this?"
"Yes, as my dominant hot wife that should be one of your prerogatives."
"What about the girls?"
"I assume that they'll be spending those nights with their Grandma Connie or Aunt Nattie."
"How about you Artie? If I start entertaining men in my bedroom aren't you afraid that they'll start asking questions that will be difficult to answer without telling them the truth?"
"Jacqueline, I know that last night I objected to some of the rules that you attempted to establish, but since then I've had an opportunity to think about all of this. As my Aunt Edie used to say, 'In for a penny, in for a pound'"
Jackie laughed. "Your Aunt Edie always did have a proverb to fit every situation."
I nodded and then I continued. "If I'm going to be your submissive cuckold husband I don't want to fool around. We'd be cheating ourselves. Let's try for the full experience."
"Again, I ask; what about the girls?"
"They're our one big limitation. In fairness to them we have to do everything we can to shield them from our lifestyle. That means being discreet with our neighbors. If the neighbors start to gossip it could easily get back to the girls."
"If that's the case, how can I possibly entertain other men in the house?"
"If I'm at home we'll be entertaining a male guest together, at least that's what the neighbors will think. You will have to avoid overt displays of affection outside."
"You mean I can't make out with a guy in a parked car in the front of the house."
"Or in the backyard."
"Okay, that shouldn't be all that difficult."
"I point out that you've already been entertaining Ron in the house during the day while I was at work. You managed to be discreet about that."
Jackie nodded. "And now I don't have to worry about you coming home in the middle of the day and catching us."
I smiled, "You mean like yesterday."
"Artie, I'm so sorry about that."
"I'm not."
"You're not?"
"Of course not. If I hadn't come home and caught you with Ron yesterday, tonight wouldn't have happened and we wouldn't be having this conversation right now."
Jackie laughed. "Artie, you should buy presents for the two boys who fought yesterday."
Shaking my head, I said; "I'm not sure I'd go that far."
"No, I suppose not. So, who can I tell?"
"Your mother and sister already know. Let's try adding your lovers and close friends and see what happens. They'll all have to understand that they have to be discreet."
"My close friends? You mean..."
"Yes, Trudy and Laurie."
"Really?" The excitement in Jackie's voice was unmistakable. "Can I call them tomorrow and tell them?"
"I can't think of any reason you shouldn't. You will have to stress that they need to be discreet around the girls."
"Artie they won't have any trouble being discreet. They have just as active an extracurricular life as I do."
"I suspected that was the case."
"Artie, some night could we have a...well, you know, a dinner party?" There was a reticence in Jackie's voice. It was clear that she was hesitant about asking me the real question.
I helped her. "You're asking if you can host a dinner party for Trudy and Laurie and three male guests."
Jackie quietly answered, "Yes."
"Trudy and Laurie's husbands won't know, will they?"
Sighing Jackie said; "No I'm sure that they wouldn't understand."
"That's what you thought about me."
"I know and now I know that I should have trusted you. Artie, Trudy and Laurie love their husbands, but they occasionally like to have a little variety. Rick and Frank aren't like you. They're both kind of macho. I don't think they'd understand."
"Jacqueline, answer one question for me."
"Okay."
"Do you think that Trudy and Laurie are neglecting Rick and Frank's needs?"
"Like I was neglecting your needs?"
"That's right."
"I don't know; it's possible. I promise to talk to them about it. If they can assure you that they're taking care of their husbands could we have a dinner party?"
"I want you to make them promise that they won't do anything with their dates that night that they haven't already done with their husbands earlier that week."
Jackie thought about that for a moment and then she said; "Artie, I don't think that's reasonable."
"Why?"
"Sweetheart, one of the reasons women cheat is because they want to do things they don't dare do with their husbands."
"I don't understand."
"Do you remember my telling you last night that occasionally I enjoy being treated like a nasty slut."
