Jackie and Artie Ch. 03

Nattie and I both watched as she hurried over to the table where the three women had been sitting alone. Three men from the bar had just joined them.

Nattie whispered to me, "It looks like those three going to have fun tonight."

Nodding, I said; "I wonder if their husbands know what they're doing?"

Nattie laughed. "Artie, you are a little cuckboy, aren't you."

I grinned.

"Well cuckboy, check out your wife and her prospective playmate."

I looked at Jackie, she was smiling. I glanced at the man at the bar. She'd caught his eye and he was now watching her. I moved my chair so that I could see both of them at the same time. Jackie started lasciviously licking her lips. It was an overtly lewd display and the fact that it was directed at another man created feelings of both arousal and apprehension for me.

The man raised his eyebrows and then he tilted his head and smiled. He was asking a silent question. Jackie slowly nodded. She was responding with an equally silent answer.

He turned. After saying something to the men who were standing at the bar, he picked up his drink and walked slowly over to my wife. The other men all watched him leave with obvious envy.

When he arrived at Jackie's table he said; "I'm Clayton Taylor. May I join you?"

Jackie gestured towards the empty chair next to her; "I was hoping you would. I'm Jackie Conners."

As Mr. Taylor sat down, he said; "You're here all alone."

Shaking her head, Jackie answered; "My sister is here too. She's sitting with that gentleman over there." She nodded towards me.

After giving me a quick glance, Mr. Taylor turned back to my wife. "That scrawny guy reading the Kindle? An Interesting choice for such a beautiful woman."

"She has a taste for slender intellectual men."

"Do you share that same taste?"

"Actually I do, my husband looks very much like him."

"You mean he's a scrawny, bookish wimp."

Jackie frowned. "You're talking about my husband."

"Yes I am and you can't tell me that I'm wrong."

"Why can't I?"

"He has to be a wimp. He's got a beautiful wife and it's obvious that he can't satisfy her."

"Who said he can't satisfy me?"

"If he could, you wouldn't be here."

"My being here has nothing to do with my husband's ability to satisfy me and I'm beginning to think that inviting you to sit down may have been a mistake." Jackie's voice was suddenly frosty and aloof. She moved her chair away from him.

Holding up his hands in a gesture of surrender, Mr. Taylor said; "Hey I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that..." He hesitated.

"It's just that what?" Jackie's voice was still tinged with frost, but now I had the suspicion that she was merely toying with her prey.

"I mean, you're here sitting alone in this bar filled with men and well, you did smile at me."

"Yes I did smile at you."

"But then you told me that your husband makes you happy and..." Clayton Taylor shook his head. "Jackie Conners, you have me a little confused."

Jackie smiled at him. "Clayton, my husband does satisfy me, I just happen to occasionally enjoy a little variety."

Clearly relieved by the warmer tone in Jackie's voice, Mr. Taylor smiled back at her and said; "Of course." But then he paused. After a moment he asked; "Does your husband know about your fondness for variety?"

"Clayton, you're wearing a wedding ring."

Nodding sheepishly, he answered; "Yes I am."

"Are you going to tell your wife about meeting me?"

"No I ah..." Clearly flustered, he stopped and then sighing, he admitted; "No, I'm not."

"Well I am."

Mr. Taylor looked at Jackie with a puzzled expression. "I don't understand. "

"When I get home tonight, I'm going to tell my husband about you, all about you."

"You are?"

"Yes I am." Jackie pulled her chair closer to Clayton Taylor and said in a whisper loud enough for Nattie and me to hear; "I'm going to tell him all about your great big cock. I really hope that you know how to use it."

Clayton Taylor flushed.

Nattie leaned over and whispered; "You do understand that she's doing this for your benefit."

Nodding, I said; "Yes, but I think she's enjoying it too."

Giggling, Nattie said; "Oh she is and so am I."

I turned to Nattie and smiled. "Me too."

Nattie stared at me. "Are you Artie? Does watching your wife flirt with another man get you hot?"

While admitting my cuckold fantasies to someone else was still difficult, at that moment I was unbelievably aroused. Staring back at Nattie, I took a deep breath and said; "Yes, more than you can possibly imagine."

Nattie laughed. "I don't know about that Cowboy, I have a pretty good imagination."

I continued watching my wife and her new friend. Clayton Taylor's eyes were closed. He was taking slow deep breaths. Jackie's bluntness had temporarily disarmed him. Still, he was a strong, confident man. A man not easily cowed. Quickly gathering his wits, he smiled at my wife and said; "I've been told that I do. I hope that tonight I'll have an opportunity to give you a demonstration."

"Just a demonstration?"

"Actually I was hoping that we might have time for a full performance."

"Is it a one act play?"

Mr. Taylor laughed. "No, I'm good for three full acts."

"Really? You must be an accomplished director."

"I'll admit that I do like to be in charge."

Jackie moved so that her body was pressed against Mr. Taylor's. As she snuggled up to him, she said; "I love a man who knows how to take charge."

Placing his fingers on my wife's cheek, Clayton Taylor gently turned her head so that she was facing him. For a second he looked into her eyes and then he leaned over and kissed Jackie softly on the lips.

As I watched my wife return this handsome stranger's kiss I was overwhelmed by a myriad of emotions. Feelings of jealousy, angst, envy, fear, humiliation and arousal all surged through me. While I'd expected those responses, I was surprised to discover that every one of them was eclipsed by a staggering and undeniable desire to serve my wife. At that moment I understood that this had always been our destiny. I was Jackie's submissive husband and she was my goddess. Enjoying other men was one of her privileges and as her cuckold it was my duty to support her.

Next to me, Nattie whispered, "Cowboy, are you all right?"

"Yes, Ms. Natalie; I am."

"Ms. Natalie? Cowboy, tell me; what you're thinking about right now."

"I'd like to tell you, but I'm afraid you'll laugh at me."

Gently kissing my cheek, Nattie said; "Years ago, I made that mistake with Miltie. I promise you I will never do that again."

I wanted to believe Nattie. I wanted to trust her. I wanted to confide in her. I desperately wanted to open my soul to her. I studied her face; the sincerity in her eyes was genuine. I decided it was worth the risk. Taking a deep breath, I said; "Right now I wish I was on my knees, underneath that table, kissing Jackie's feet."

For a moment Nattie stared at me in silence and then she whispered, "Artie honey, I think that might be the most erotic admission I've ever heard."

"Nattie, do you think I'm weird?"

"Artie, we're all weird. So what? I'm happy for you. You're beginning to embrace your sexual fantasies. They're harmless, they're fun and you just happen to be in a situation where they can actually become real."

"Not really."

"Why?"

"This is a public restaurant. I can't just crawl over to Jackie and start kissing her feet. I'd get arrested and if I didn't get arrested Mr. Taylor would probably kick my ass."

Laughing, Nattie said; "You are right about that. Artie, I wasn't suggesting that you make that particular fantasy a reality, at least not tonight and definitely not in a public restaurant." She paused. After a moment she said; "Although, now that I think about it, it really wouldn't be all that difficult to turn that particular fantasy into a reality."

"Nattie, if I got arrested, I'd lose my job and I'd be a laughing stock."

"Artie, we wouldn't do it in public. Connie has some friends with rather sophisticated tastes. They're all mature, well-educated and very open minded." She grinned at me. "Actually they're the kinkiest people I've ever met. They love to throw parties and their parties are always memorable events."

"Do you go to them?"

"Of course I do."

"Does Jackie?"

"Yes Artie, she does."

"I gather that they're sex parties."

"Yes, they are."

"Do they have them very often?"

"About once a month."

"Do you go very often?"

"I never miss them."

"Does Jackie go to all of them too?"

"Yes Artie, she does."

"To all of them?"

"Yes, to all of them."

"I see."

"Artie, don't be sad. They're just sex parties." Nattie rubbed my cock. "And now you can go to them too."

"Nattie, you're feeling my penis right now. It's not very big and when I try to fuck Jackie, I cum almost immediately. I wouldn't be very popular at a swingers party."

"Honey, this isn't just a swingers party, oh sure, there's lots of swapping between couples; but these parties are so much more. These are sex parties, fantasy sex parties."

"Fantasy sex parties?"

"That's right."

"What kind of fantasies?"

"The people who host these parties only have a few simple rules; adults only, everything has to be safe and consensual and everyone is expected to be discreet about what happens at the parties. Artie you could go to these parties as Jackie's slave, or even as her pet."

"Won't they laugh at me?"

"Only if you tell them that's part of your fantasy."

"Really?"

"Artie, there will be at least one couple at the party who practice gender reversal."

"Gender reversal?"

"The husband dresses in women's clothes and the wife dresses like a man."

"And they have sex?"

"Oh yes."

"With others at the party?"

"Of course."

"Are they gay?"

"They're both bisexual. I've fucked the husband. Jackie and Connie have too. We've also watched him suck another man's cock."

"You just said that you've fucked him. Was he dressed like a woman when you did it?"

"Yes he was. Kind of kinky isn't it."

Does he have a big cock?"

"No, actually it's smaller than yours."

"But you said you fucked him."

"Hey, I let guys with small cocks fuck me, but I think you misunderstood what I was telling you. He's never fucked me or Jackie or Connie either. We all fucked him."

"You fucked him?"

"With a strap-on. You do know what that is, don't you?"

"Yes, of course I do. I've seen them in porn films. Hey! Wait a minute. You're telling me that Jackie fucked a guy with a strap-on?"

"Yes, Connie and I have too. We've also fucked women with them. Does that bother you?"

"No I guess it doesn't."

"It shouldn't. Artie, it's just fun."

Sighing, I said; "I know, it's just that sometimes finding out about Jackie's secret life is kind of difficult."

"I know sweetie, but now you do know about it and that means you get to be part of it."

"I know."

"Artie, Jackie loves you. Connie and I do too. We're sorry that we lied to you. We were afraid. We were afraid that Jackie would lose you and you'd get hurt in the process."

"I understand, but it's still going to take me some time to get used to all of this."

Suddenly I grasped the full ramifications of Nattie's last disclosure and started to chuckle.

Nattie stared at me. After a moment, she asked; "Artie, what's so funny?"

I grinned at her. "Nattie, I really did marry into a family of sexual free spirits, didn't I."

"Yes Artie, you really did." And then she leaned over and whispered into my ear; "And right now you're sitting in a cocktail lounge watching your wife make out with a man she just met while your sister-in-law plays with your penis. Isn't life wonderful?"

Laughing, I said; "Yes Nattie, it really is."

While we were talking Nattie and I had both continued keeping a covert eye on Jackie and her prospective playmate for the evening.

After their first kiss Mr. Taylor put his arm around my wife and then they sat cuddled together at Jackie's table flirting, giggling, exchanging quick kisses and playing little touchy feely games. They mostly talked in whispers, but when we could hear them their conversation dripped with sexual innuendo.

If you'd described this scene to me a day earlier I would have imagined that witnessing it would have been extraordinarily painful. Oddly, it wasn't turning out that way. In fact, I was finding it to be not only arousing, but fascinating too. While I did understand that this reaction was partly due to the constant stimulation Nattie was providing me; I knew that wasn't the only cause.

My conversations with Jackie, Connie and Nattie were having a positive effect. I was feeling increasingly confident about admitting to and accepting predilections that had previously been sources of shame for me. As I sat in that cocktail lounge watching my wife flirt with another man, a man who would later be taking her to his hotel room so that he could usurp my marital rights, my concerns about the opinions that other people might have about the lifestyle Jackie and I were choosing were rapidly diminishing in importance. I was beginning to feel that concealing the true nature of our marital relationship might not be quite as essential as I originally thought it was.

Suddenly Mr. Taylor pulled his chair back and said to Jackie, "Please excuse me, I have to visit the men's room."

As he stood up Jackie smiled at him and said; "Hurry back."

He gave her a quick nod and hustled off to the back hallway where the restrooms were located.

As soon as he was gone Jackie stood up and hurried over to our table. When she was next to me she leaned over, kissed my cheek and said; "Artie honey, are you doing okay?"

Grinning at her, I said; "Actually I'm having a really good time."

"You are?" The surprise in Jackie's voice was evident.

"Yes, I am. Your sister is taking good care of me."

Nattie smiled.

Jackie looked down and saw Nattie's hand in my lap. Laughing, she said; "Yes, I see she's taking very good care of you. Well when I get home I plan to take even better care of you."

I looked up at her and said; "I hope you take very good care of Mr. Taylor first."

"Artie!" Jackie stared at me in shock.

I shrugged. "Isn't that the idea?"

"Well yes, but I thought you'd be jealous."

"Do you want me to be jealous?"

Jackie hesitated. After a second she said; "No, but... Oh Artie this is all so confusing. I don't know what I'm thinking."

I patted Jackie's hand. "It's okay, I understand. I still get confused too, but I am starting to get more comfortable with the situation."

"Are you Artie? I'm still scared that you're going to get mad and leave me. Sweetheart, all you have to do is ask and I'll dump Clayt. We'll go straight home and when we get there I'll do things with you that will make your head spin."

"Jackie, if I asked you to do that I'd be a lousy cuckold husband and if you agreed to do it you'd be a poor excuse for a hot wife. No, I want you to go to Mr. Taylor's hotel room and do things for him that will make his head spin and then when you do come home I want you to sit on my face and tell me all about it."

"Really?

"Yes, really."

"Won't you be jealous?"

"Of course I will, but that's the lot of the cuckold and as my hot wife it's your responsibility to make me jealous."

"Artie, I think I'm the one who's supposed to be saying things like that."

"Jackie, do you love me?"

"More than life itself."

"And tonight you're just out having a little fun, correct?"

"Yes, that's exactly right."

"So I really don't have anything to worry about, do I?"

Jackie laughed. "No Artie, you don't."

"Okay, now that we've settled that can I ask you a serious question?"

Jackie's smile disappeared. In a very tentative voice, she said; "Of course."

With a deadpan expression I asked, "Does Mr. Taylor have a big cock?"

Jackie stared at me. After a moment she started laughing and said; "Yes cuckboy, he has a very big cock."

"I want you to make me a promise."

Realizing that I was teasing her, Jackie said; "Okay, cowboy; what is it?"

"As soon as you get to his hotel room I want you to promise me that you'll give him a really good blow job."

Feigning distress, Jackie said; "Oh Mr. Arthur please don't make me do that."

I responded in an exaggerated deep voice. "Woman that is your mission and I expect you to carry it out."

Next to us, Nattie said; "You guys are a stitch, but you'd better get serious again. Jackie, you're playmate just returned from the powder room."

Jackie and I turned. Clayton Taylor was walking over to us.

Jackie looked at me frantically. "Artie is this going to be okay?"

"Yes Jackie, it will be fine. Just introduce me to Mr. Taylor as your sister's friend."

Nattie said; "Artie honey, I think it's really hot that you're calling this man Mr. Taylor, but when Jackie introduces him the situation will be a lot less complicated if you call him Clayt."

"Yes, good point."

When Mr. Taylor got to our table he put his arm around my wife's waist, pulled her to him and said; ""Hey babe, did you miss me?"

Rolling her eyes, Jackie said; "Yes, those minutes you were gone were nearly unbearable."

Looking at me, Mr. Taylor said; "This woman has spunk, I like that."

I smiled and nodded politely.

Quickly moving the conversation along, Jackie said; "Clayt, I'd like you to meet my sister, Nattie Reid and her friend Arthur Hammond. Nattie, Arthur; this is my new friend Clayton Taylor."

I stood up. As soon as I was standing I realized that my erect penis was making a tiny tent in the front of my trousers. Taking a quick glance around, I saw that Mr. Taylor, Jackie and Nattie had all noticed it and were smiling. I was certain they were all thinking that if the situation had been reversed the tent in the front of Mr. Taylor's trousers would have been much larger.

Immediately understanding that there was nothing I could do to save face, I decided to ignore my predicament. Smiling sheepishly, I extended my hand and said; "Clayton, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Taking my hand, Mr. Taylor said; "Please call me Clayt."

"Please call me Artie."

"Artie, it's a pleasure to meet you too."

A little thrill rippled through my loins as I realized that I was shaking hands with a man who would later be fucking my wife.

Mr. Taylor turned to Jackie and asked; "Can I get you another glass of wine?"

Jackie looked at him and said; "You could, but frankly I rather go back to your hotel room and give you a blow job."

For a moment Mr. Taylor stared at my wife with a shocked expression, but then quickly regaining his composure, he turned to me and said; "I just love a woman who speaks her mind."

Nattie and I both laughed.

Jackie said; "So what do you say big boy, are we leaving or staying?"

Shaking his head, Mr. Taylor said; "Damn that aint even a contest." He took my wife's arm. "Come on pretty lady, let's go look at the etchings in my hotel room."

"You have an art collection in your hotel room?" Jackie was giggling.

Mr. Taylor said; "Actually it's a cheap print hanging over the bed, but it will have to do."

All three of us burst out laughing.

Jackie said. "That works for me."

Mr. Taylor said; "Nattie and Artie, it was a pleasure to meet you," And then he looked at my wife and said; "Jackie, shall we adjourn to my hotel room so we can expand our cultural horizons?"

"Only if you promise that it will include some penetrating conversation." Jackie was giggling.

As Mr. Taylor led my wife to the door leading out of the bar, he said; "I can assure you that it will be deeply penetrating."