Awakenings Ch. 28 - Sex Stories

Awakenings Ch. 28

... use my boudoir. Abby, Mark, Bobby and I can party in the living room." "When this party is over you have to call me. "It might be late." "For me that just means I'll have to play afternoon golf the next day." Jeanne laughed. "That's the real reason you're not coming home soon. You like not working." "I have to admit that life as a traveling vagabond does have it's appeal." "You're incorrigible." "Lifestyle criticism from a woman who at the age of forty-seven decided to become an avowed slut?" "Touche, we're both incorrigible. I love you Michael Nolan." "And I love you too Jeanne Nolan." Jeanne and I talked for a few more minutes, mostly about Tricia and Jodie. It was almost 11:30 when we finally ended the call. Wednesday and Thursday were uneventful. I played golf both mornings. The nearby courses were fun and inexpensive. After dinner I called Mel, Amy and Paul first. Paul was flourishing under Mel and Amy's care. After I finished talking to Mel, Amy and Paul, I called Jeanne. She was excited about her date with Jack Mahler the following night. I was excited too. I told her I wished I could be there so I could watch while she was getting dressed. Jeanne laughed and told me she wished I could be there too. She also told me that Abby had called Matt Haynes. He was eager to meet Ruth, and as long as they understood that David would only be involved as an observer and never as a participant, he wasn't at all put off by the prospect of including him. In fact he felt that if ...

... David really could be satisfied with that role it would make the entire situation must less complicated. Friday morning I awoke excited, but I was also anxious. That night my wife had a date with a man she'd just met. Jack Mahler, she'd described him as handsome, exciting and a considerate lover. While I was now an avowed voyeur and an eager cuckold, I still grappled with a lifetime of conditioning. Would Jeanne find this man more exciting than me? Would she fall in love with him? Would she be bored with me? I now trusted Jeanne implicitly. Rationally I was confident that I would always be the man who owned her heart, but doubt and insecurity still lingered. It was nearly impossible to squash them completely. After breakfast at the coffee shop across the street from my motel, I drove to one of the nearby golf courses. It was a nice course and I was paired with two retired gentlemen who turned out to be interesting playing partners. If I hadn't been preoccupied with Jeanne and her impending date that evening it would have been a memorable day of golf. But I was preoccupied. I had difficulty focusing my attention on the game and played poorly. When I returned to my motel I tried to read, but I still couldn't focus my attention. Excitement and anxiety had a firm hold on my mindset. Deciding to treat myself I walked down to the Walgreens, went into the Liquor store side and purchased a six pack of Heineken beer and a liter of Chivas Regal Scotch whisky. A good bottle of beer before ...