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That night, I stayed at a Motel 6 outside of Palm Springs, California. There was a steak house near the motel. I had a small sirloin and a salad for dinner. After dinner, I returned to my motel and logged on to the Internet. There was an email from Jeanne. I opened it. “Dear Michael, I am safely at home. Thank you for a wonderful weekend. As soon as I arrived home, I called the girls and told them about our plans for Christmas. They’re both excited and certain they can arrange the time off of work. Paul will be coming, too. If we can get the tickets, we thought we would fly down on Christmas eve and return home on New Year’s Day. Will that work for you? When I hear from you, I’ll make the airline reservations. I miss you already. I love you so much. Thanksgiving is going to be lonely without you. I’ll call you at the end of the week. Love, Jeanne” I wrote back. “Dear Jeanne, Thank you for letting me know that you arrived safely at home. I would have worried. I’m happy that the girls are excited about Christmas in San Antonio. My schedule is wide open, so those dates are fine with me. Go ahead and buy the airline tickets. Because this will be the peak holiday traveling time, the seats are going to be expensive, so why don’t you fly first class. I’ll call Ruth in the morning and have her transfer some extra money to your checking account. I’ll try to make the hotel reservations tomorrow morning. I had a wonderful weekend, too. Thank you. Love, Michael” After sending the email, I decided it was time to investigate the cuckold websites. I googled the word ‘cuckold’. I found several definitions, but then I saw an ad for a web site. I clicked on the link. It opened. You could be a member, but I quickly realized that you could read much of the content without joining. There was a story section. I opened it and found a full page of cuckold oriented stories. I started perusing them. They were all by amateur writers; some were more skillfully written than others. They also dealt with a wide range of fantasies. It was immediately obvious that Jeanne had been correct. For many men, sexual domination seemed to be part of the cuckold fantasy. I skimmed several stories. While I didn’t find the sexual domination and humiliation in them particularly appealing, they were still interesting. They reinforced my growing belief that the sexual fantasies and practices of consenting adults are nobody else’s business. The site also showed the number of times each story had been viewed. The numbers were in the thousands. Clearly, there were a large number of people who were at least curious about the cuckold fantasy. It was after midnight when I finally shut off my computer and went to sleep. The next morning, I drove south to Tucson, Arizona. I arrived in the middle of the afternoon. It was Monday, November 19th. The sun was shining and the temperature was 84 degrees. As I parked in front of a Motel 6, I decided that Tucson would be my home for the next month. After checking into the motel and unloading my gear, I decided to do a little exploring. About a mile from my motel, I found two municipal golf courses and a driving range. I also found a steak house, several interesting looking Mexican restaurants and an IHOP. I had everything I needed. On the way back to my motel, I passed a bar called Danny’s Lounge. A neon sign above the door caught my attention. In simple block letters it read “Exotic Dancers Monday through Saturday noon to 2:00 AM”. I’m a voyeur. I love looking at naked women. Prior to marrying Jeanne, I regularly enjoyed strip clubs. Marriage, manhood and concern about my standing in the community caused me to abandon that pleasure. Other than for a couple of stag parties, I hadn’t set foot inside a strip club since Jeanne and I got engaged. I wanted to stop, but I continued driving. For the past twenty-seven years, every time I passed a strip club, I’ve wanted to stop. I didn’t, not even once. I always resisted the temptation. As I drove back to my motel, I asked myself why I didn’t stop. Loyalty to my wife? She was regularly giving blow jobs to men she met at Brady’s Pub. Concern about what people might think? I was almost two thousand miles away from home. The opinion of my daughters? They were both advocates of free love and I’d just learned that my oldest daughter was a dominatrix. Unable to think of a single valid reasons not to stop, I turned right at the next corner and circled back to Danny’s Lounge. It was four o’clock in the afternoon. There were maybe a dozen cars in the parking lot. Excited, I parked and walked into the bar. Inside I was greeted by a large, broad shouldered young man who looked like he could have played linebacker in the NFL. “I’m sorry, I have to pat you down.” Surprised, I asked, “Are you worried about weapons?” Shaking his head he answered, “Nah, cell phone cameras; the girls don’t want to end up on YouTube.” I laughed. “Okay, I left my phone in the car.” After giving my pockets a quick pat, he said, “Go on in and have a good time.” “Is there a cover charge?” “Only on Friday and Saturday nights after 5:00.” “All right.” I went into the bar. It was dark. I took a moment to let my eyes get used to the lack of light and then I surveyed the place. On the left side of the room, two young women and five men were sitting at a horse shoe shaped bar. A stage filled the center of the room. The Karşıyaka escort bayan stage was actually two adjacent ovals. The first stage had a stripper pole. A young blonde wearing only a G string was twirling around the pole. There was a small wooden chair on the stage nearest to me. A young black girl, also wearing only a g string, was sitting on the chair. Her legs were spread wide. She was lasciviously rubbing her cunt. A middle aged man was standing next to the stage in front of her. He was holding a five dollar bill. There were about two dozen small round tables surrounding the stage. Each table had two or three chairs. Six of the tables were occupied by middle aged men. Four of the men had young women sitting on their laps. The other two were watching the girls on the two stages. The outer walls of the bar were lined with brown vinyl couches separated by end tables. Four men, all middle aged were discreetly spaced on the couches getting lap dances. In the far left corner of the bar, there was a glass door. Above the door, a neon sign read “VIP Room”. I found a table and sat down. As soon as I was seated, a young woman in a short skirt and skimpy blouse carrying a tray came over to me and asked, “What can I get you to drink?” “How about a Diet Coke.” “Is Pepsi okay?” “It’ll be just fine.” “I’ll be right back.” She hurried off to the bar. A moment later, a slender young blonde approached me. She couldn’t have been older than twenty. She said, “Hi sweetie, my name is Candy. Would you like some company?” Candy was a pretty girl, but I had two daughters older than she was. Shaking my head, I said, “Thank you, but I think I’ll just watch for a little while.” Smiling, she said, “Okay, if you change your mind give me a wave.” “I’ll do that.” She walked away. A moment later the waitress returned with my Pepsi. Actually it was two Pepsis. As she set them on my table she said, “It’s happy hour, they’re two for one. That will be six dollars.” I smiled. She shrugged. “You didn’t have to pay a cover.” My dad taught me that the first time you go to a new hotel or restaurant it pays to spread a little money around. I said, “You’re absolutely right.” I handed her a twenty dollar bill and said, “The change is for you.” Grinning, the waitress gave me back a ten and four ones and then she lifted her skirt. She pulled the crotch of her thong out exposing her shaved pussy and said, “Nice guys get to put their tips in here.” As I folded the bills and slipped them behind the crotch of her panties, I said, “Clearly, it pays to be nice.” She kissed my cheek and whispered, “Honey, in this place that’s very true.” And then she added, “We have several women here who love middle aged men. I’ll make sure one of them stops to see you.” Behind me a voice said, “Connie, I’m already here.” Connie smiled. “This is Chantel. She’ll take very good care of you.” I turned. Chantel was a tall slender black woman. Her smooth skin was the shade of rich coffee laced with cream. Her long black hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She wore a white lace brassiere that barely contained her large breasts and a matching white lace skirt that couldn’t have been more than six inches long. I gawked. Smiling, Chantel said, “You like my outfit.” “Very much.” “You told Candy that you just wanted to watch for a little while, but I’m wondering if you might prefer the company of an older woman.” “I have two daughters older than Candy.” “A man of principle, I like that. May I join you?” “Please do.” Chantel walked around my table so that she was standing in front of me. “May I sit on your lap?” “Of course.” Grinning, Chantel sat down and put her arm around my shoulder. Her large brassiere covered breasts were now inches from my face. “You have me at a disadvantage. Connie told you that my name is Chantel, but I don’t know your name.” “My name is Michael.” “Michael? Not Mike?” “I prefer Michael.” “Actually, I do too.” I smiled. Chantel said, “So Michael, can I interest you in a dance?” As she asked, she leaned over and rubbed her large breasts in my face. Chuckling, I asked, “How much does a dance cost?” “Ten dollars here and fifteen dollars if we move to one of the couches.” “Let’s move to the couches.” Standing up, Chantel picked up my two Diet Pepsis. I said, “One is enough.” and then I started to walk towards the closest couch. It was near the entrance. Chantel said, “Michael.” I stopped and turned. As she set one of the Diet Pepsis back on the table, she said, “Let’s go to the couches on the far wall.” She nodded towards a man in a sports jacket standing by the bar. “Do you see that man over there?” “Yes.” “His job is to make sure that nothing overt happens in here. We can have fun, but we have to be discreet. The couches near the entrance are well lit and closely scrutinized.” Chantel leaned over and whispered, “That’s where we take the guys who are drunk.” “I understand. Let’s go to the couches on the back wall.” “What a good idea.” Chantel took my hand with her free hand and led me to our couch. I sat down. Chantel set my drink down on the end table to my left and sat down on the couch next to me. Laying her hand on my thigh, she said, “Let’s wait for the next song.” And then slipping her hand inside my thigh, Chantel asked, “Michael, do you live in Tucson?” Realizing that I was being vetted, I answered, Escort bornova “No, in fact I just got here today.” “Really? Are you here on business?” “No, I guess you could say that I’m on a combination sightseeing and golf tour of the United States.” “How are you managing that? You’re not old enough to be retired.” “I’m an accountant. I have my own business.” “And you can afford to leave it?” “I have good assistants.” “You’re a lucky man. What about your wife? You told me that you have two grown daughters. How does she feel about this trip you’re taking?” “We’re having some differences right now.” “Is that why you’re taking this trip?” “Yes.” Chantel slipped her hand over to my cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. Apparently I’d passed the test. Leaning over she nuzzled my neck and whispered, “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to pry. I just need to know who you are.” “I understand.” “Are you ready for your dance?” “Yes.” Standing up, Chantel reached behind her back and unfastened her brassiere. After tossing it on the end table she climbed on top of me and pressed her naked breasts into my face. At the same time she picked up my hands. Placing them on her body she said, “I like you, Michael. You can touch me anywhere, anywhere at all.” And then the dance started. Chantel rubbed her breasts in my face. I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and kissed and licked it. She reached between my legs and caressed my cock and balls. It was already the most amazing lap dance I’d ever imagined, but then Chantel climbed up so she was standing on the couch straddling me. She raised the hem of her short skirt. She was wearing a white lace thong. Pulling it aside, she said, “Look at my pretty black pussy. Do you like it baby?” “Very much.” Giggling, Chantel slid off of me and knelt between my legs. Cupping my erect cock between her hands, she leaned over and rubbed her lips and nose against it. I gasped. My erection was covered by my trousers, but it still felt good. Winking at me she asked, “Do you like that baby?” “Very much.” Chantel pulled herself up on to the couch. Sitting next to me, she laid her hand on my now very erect penis. As she slowly massaged it, she whispered, “I liked it, too.” “You’re really good at this.” “You’re a nice guy. Nice guys get my best effort.” “This one appreciates it.” “I like you, Michael.” “I like you too, Chantel.” I paused. Chantel looked at me. After a moment she said, “Michael, you want to ask me something, don’t you.” I nodded. She smiled. “I love shy men. Do you want to know about the VIP room?” “Yes.” “You have to pay the bar twenty dollars to get in, but that covers you until we close tonight.” I nodded. “And dances are twenty-five dollars each.” “Okay.” Giggling Chantel said, “That’s not what you wanted to know, is it.” Feeling a little chagrined, I shook my head. “Michael, you really are a gem. Okay, these are my personal rules. I won’t let you fuck me and I won’t let you put your finger in my cunt or my ass. I have to have a pretty good understanding with a guy before I’ll let him do any of those things to me.” “That makes sense.” “But there are still a lot of fun things we can do. The man in the sports jacket never comes into the VIP room. Would you like to try it?” “Yes, I think I would.” Chantel stood up. Picking up her brassiere and my Diet Pepsi, she said, “Let’s go.” She started walking towards the VIP room. I stood up and followed her. As we passed the bar, Chantel caught the waitresses eye. She hurried over to us. Stopping, Chantel turned to me and said, “Give Connie twenty dollars.” I took out my money clip, peeled off a twenty dollar bill and then added another five. As I handed it to Connie, she said to Chantel, “Your new friend is a generous man.” “He is, and you know how much I enjoy rewarding generosity.” Chantel was grinning. Connie winked at me. “You’re going to have a very good time.” I smiled. “Come on, baby.” Chantel opened the door to the VIP room, grabbed my hand and tugged me inside. The room was about the size of a living room in a moderately priced house. It was furnished with eight couches and end tables similar to the couches and end tables that ringed the bar room. Chantel led me to the couch in the far corner of the room. “I like this one; it’s private.” “Okay.” As soon as we sat down I took out my money clip and peeled off ten twenty dollar bills. Handing them to Chantel, I said, “This should be enough to cover the dance we just had in the other room, several dances in here and a nice tip.” Chantel took the bills. As she put them in a small wallet she was carrying, she said, “This will cover more than that.” “My intention was to give you enough so that for a little while at least, we wouldn’t have to worry about money.” Staring at me, Chantel said, “Michael, you’re a very interesting man. I like you.” She laughed, “Suddenly, I feel like I’d like to return your money and give you a freebie.” Shaking my head, I said, “No, don’t do that.” “You’re turning a freebie down?” “Yeah, I guess I am. Chantel, while it’s fun to pretend otherwise, this is business transaction. You provide a service and I’m buying it. You happen to be a nice person so this transaction is turning out to be a lot of fun for me.” “It’s turning out to be a lot of fun for both of us.” “I believe you and that makes me happy.” Chantel smiled. Smiling üçyol escort back, I said, “Think about this. Imagine that you’re an architect and I hired you to design a house for me. While we’re working on the design we become friends. Should I expect you to return your fee?” Shaking her head, Chantel said, “No, of course not.” “I agree, but maybe after we finish the design we might have a cup of coffee together.” “Michael, are you asking me out?” “I’m not that presumptuous, but I am wondering if after we’re finished you might be willing to sit at a table with me for a few minutes and just talk.” “I’d like that very much.” While we were talking, Chantel had been busily untucking my shirt. Leaning over, she brushed her lips along my neck and whispered, “It’s time to play.” At the same time, I felt her hand slip under my shirt. Her roving fingers quickly found my left nipple. She gave it a little tweak. I gasped. Giggling, she asked, “Do you like that, baby?” Suddenly very excited, I nodded. “Let’s try the other one.” As Chantel moved her hand to my other nipple, she brushed the chain for my new pendant, the pendant Jeanne and I had just purchased at the sex shop in San Francisco. She paused for a moment and then she asked, “Michael are you wearing a religious medal?” Embarrassed I groped for an answer. While I was thinking, Chantel said, “That’s really none of my business. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.” I realized that I didn’t need to hide anything from this woman. It was highly unlikely that she would be judgmental about either Jeanne’s adventurous behavior or my growing acceptance of it. If it turned out that she was, it was unlikely that I’d ever see her again. Smiling I said, “It’s okay, you can ask me anything. If I don’t want to answer a question, I’ll tell you.” “I like that, Michael. You can do the same thing with me.” She paused for a moment and then she added, “But can I ask for a favor?” “Of course.” “Please don’t ask me how I got into this business. That question feels so judgmental to me.” “I won’t, I promise.” “Thank you.” “Besides, it would be awfully hypocritical for me to get judgmental about your profession. After all, I am here enjoying your services.” “Michael, the more I get to know you the more I like you.” “I like you too, Chantel.” “I’m glad.” “It’s not a religious medal. It’s a silver pendant with an inscription on it. My wife and I bought it this past weekend in San Francisco.” “You were with your wife last weekend?” “Yes.” “You told me you were having difficulties. That’s why you’re traveling.” “That’s true, but last weekend Jeanne flew to San Francisco so she could see me. She’s trying to repair the rift.” “What does the pendant say? I pulled it out from under my shirt, slipped the chain over my head and handed it to Chantel. “You can read it yourself.” While the VIP room wasn’t dark, it wasn’t well lit either. Chantel held the pendant up close to her eyes. After a moment she said, “It says, ‘I love it when she’s naughty.’ Michael what does that mean? What does your wife do that’s naughty?” She looked at me for a moment and then she asked, “Michael do you like to spank your wife?” Taking a deep breath I said, “Chantel, Jeanne likes to be naughty with other men.” “And you’re okay with that? I mean it says here, ‘I love it when she’s naughty’.” Sighing, I looked away. Chantel shook her head and said, “Of course, now I get it. This is the cause of the rift. This is why you’re traveling.” I nodded. “But you were willing to see her this weekend. She’s trying to repair the rift, but you bought this pendant. She’s still not giving up the other men.” “She offered to do that, but I know that isn’t what she wants.” “You’re afraid that she’s going to cheat on you.” “No, I’m afraid that she’s going to grow to resent me.” “Because you’re keeping her from doing what she really wants to do.” “Yes.” “And you don’t want to divorce her.” “Jeanne’s the love of my life.” “So you’re trying to learn to accept her infidelity.” Sighing, I said, “There’s more to it than that.” “Tell me.” I took a moment to gather my courage and then I said, “When I think about my wife with other men I get excited.” “And that’s hard for you to accept, isn’t it.” “Yeah.” “Michael, you really are a lovely man.” “What makes you say that?” “I’ve known a lot of men. More than you can probably imagine. I’m quite certain that most of them would feel the same excitement you’re feeling, but they’d be ashamed about those feelings.” “But that’s exactly…” “Yes, I understand. You’re trying to cope with feelings of shame too, but Michael, you’re actually trying to cope with those feelings. Most men would adopt a facade of false bravado. They’d kick the love of their life to the curb. They might even do her physical harm, and the only reason they’d be doing it is to protect their fragile egos. You’re actually trying to work out a compromise solution that meets the needs of both you and your wife. Baby, I’m beginning to realize that you are a truly magnificent man.” “I’m a cuckold.” “That’s only an ugly word if you make it an ugly word.” “Chantel, I don’t know.” Chantel slipped the chain and pendant over my head. After tucking the pendant back under my shirt she said, “Baby, lie back and close your eyes. It’s time for Chantel to weave her magic.” I smiled, but I didn’t move. I was too tense. The conversation about Jeanne had raised all of my insecurities and fears. “Lie back and close your eyes. Don’t argue with me.” Chantel’s voice was soft and soothing. At that moment she reminded me of Jeanne. I closed my eyes, lay back and tried to relax. I felt Chantel unzipping my trousers. She whispered, “Michael, I want to see your cock.
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