Yes Sir, we have a nice life, a nice, simple life. I split my time between the ranch and town, and a few times a month I stay in town. Occasionally I get to enjoy the fruits of Jemima’s bountiful body, in town, and a few times a month Jemima comes out to the house, sometimes when I am there and other times when I am not, to make Amanda her bitch for the afternoon. Several times a month we entertain guests, sometimes just for the evening, other times overnight, exclusively female guests. We have a circle of friends who have an open invitation to come on out.
Now, I have no illusions about being God’s gift to women. I am fairly wealthy now and that makes me attractive, as does the fact that I have a wife that at least half the town, the female half, actively dislikes. For those in the know, a chance to put Amanda in her place makes me highly attractive. Amanda has a love-hate relationship with these nights. She hates what they make her do, but it leaves her hot and heavy and ready for my cock. I don’t have to drag Amanda to town whenever she starts getting cocky; I just invite an old friend or two over. Occasionally we will go and visit the in-laws, which is always a fun time. I won’t go into details but there was a memorable night that involved me, Consuela, Liz and Johanna while Amanda and Dickie watched and braided each other’s hair. By the time we made them join in, well, there was plenty of cleaning up to do.
When my term on the town council ends I will retire from it. Consuela wants to take us on a tour of Europe. Amanda is excited. I think she is excited about going to Europe, and about getting away from the gaggle of women who love to dominate her. Amanda doesn’t know it but she is something of a minor celebrity, in certain European circles. Remember that photo album that I mentioned, the one that Liz kept behind the bar of the Spanish Rose? Well we had it printed up in a nice leather binding and it was a big seller in the underground market. In fact, I have become something of an amateur photographer myself. Amanda is, of course, my favorite model, but not my only one. I now have quite a collection of pictures of Amanda in various stages of humiliation, enough for volume 2. One of the reasons for the trip is to meet with some publishers. I can’t wait to go.
Amanda is excited about the trip. She was raised by Dickie, which meant she grew up in cow towns and has never been to a big city before. She has seen pictures in books and is enthralled by the green grass of Ireland, the teeming cities, and the old castles. America is a big country, and we have our own fields of green and teeming cities, but we are still plenty young, and sometimes we forget that there are chairs in Europe that are older than our country. Things are closer together over there too. I hear that it is only about 200 miles between London and Paris. Hell, it’s four times that from St. Louis to New Orleans by riverboat, and I think it is something like 2,000miles between Cactus Creek and Boston.
Of course Europe is just like America in some ways. There are places you have to see, and other places, tourist traps, that you should avoid. Luckily for us Consuela has traveled extensively around the world and will act as our guide. I guess every big city has a dark side, and there are dens of depravity and decadence everywhere. Lucky for us, Consuela knows them all. There are groups of men, and women, who can’t wait to meet Amanda in the flesh.
I don’t know how long we will be gone. I’m not worried though. Amy, who has a nice head for business, will watch over my business interests, and Jemima will take care of the house in town. The ranch house is in capable hands as well. Lupita and her family will take care of everything. Lupita, by the way, is growing up nicely. She has had, on occasion, to knock some sense into Amanda out on the ranch, and more than once I have found Amanda bound and gagged in the pig sty, or beaten and naked, draped over the fence. I must remember to thank Consuela for that recommendation.
I can’t wait until Lupita reaches the age of 18. The day she does I will have to remember to invite her up to the house for dinner.
The End
